Five had always meant trouble. Always.

It all started when one day he sat down on your bed while you were napping to talk to you. Ever since then everything just fell into place.

Now, you were investigating a abandoned house where there were supposed to be bad guys. You two were on the stage, you were writing down notes.

You tripped while getting up, falling into his arms, accidentally brushing your lips over his. "I think we should keep this in the bedroom." He smirked