Bodie stretched his arms and yawned. It had been a long day, beginning with a bomb and ending with a shootout.
"I'm knackered," Bodie said, climbing into the car next to his partner. "Take me home."
Doyle frowned and folded his arms. "What date is it?"
"Date, I said!"
Bodie raised an eyebrow, but then something dawned on him. "Oh," he said. It was two years since they met.
"Remember now, do you?"
But Bodie had suddenly disappeared from the car. A couple of minutes later, he returned -- and this time he was carrying a bunch of flowers.
-- THE END --