"Precinct. You're a cop." It's a statement of fact rather than a question. He has yet to meet any other law enforcement here, which isn't so much a bad thing as this place can be pretty Stepford most of the time. Seriously, a place that gives you almost anything you ask for with minimal crime if any at all? Well... Derek couldn't complain too much. It could be worse.

But there's a certain camaraderie between law enforcement that you couldn't fine anywhere else. People who understand the ins and outs and red tape and pitfalls and triumphs of doing one of the hardest jobs in the world. Derek feels an instant bond, knowing Karrin is like-minded with him in that respect. And he has a feeling she would be glad to know he's of the same persuasion as well.

He lets go of her hand. "Supervisory Special Agent with the BAU in the FBI out of Quantico." He says, belatedly explaining that since not even all law enforcement knew what the BAU was. "Behavioral Analysis Unit."