Tristan GoodFellow stepped back into his office.<br/><br/>The first day of Astrid's training had been event filled and reward for them both he thought with a cheeky grin.<br/><br/>There was enough light streaming in from the window for him to see the purse where she had dropped it when they struggled. He scooped it up and placed it carefully in the locker as if it were some holy grail.<br/><br/>Secretly, he hoped it was.<br/><br/>