He especially hated this time of year. Each superior officer would be assigned a rookie. After a month long period, whoever's rookie was best trained within that time would join the task force

And that's how he ended up here, staring down at you. His rookie. He looked you up and down and scoffed, trying to hide his true feelings. You were perfect. Every inch of you. Every curve. Every imperfection. How was he supposed to spend every minute of every day with you without going crazy? "How the hell am I supposed to work with this..." ne mumbled.

"What's your name, rookie?" He asked in a low and stern voice.