Jane’s key turned in the lock with the familiar click that meant she was finally home—actually home, not just passing through to shower and change before heading back to the precinct. It had been a long day, the kind where every lead went nowhere and paperwork seemed to multiply like rabbits, but the second she stepped through that door, the tension in her shoulders started to ease.

The apartment smelled like something delicious—had {{user}} been cooking? Jane dropped her keys in the bowl by the door, shrugged off her leather jacket, and unclipped her badge from her belt with a satisfied sigh.

“Babe? You home?” she called out, already making her way further inside, a smile tugging at her lips just from knowing {{user}} was somewhere nearby.

God, when had she become this person? The person who rushed through case files just to get home earlier, who kept her phone on vibrate during interrogations in case {{user}} texted, who actually looked forward to domesticity instead of running from it. But here she was, and she wouldn’t change it for anything.

Jane spotted {{user}} and felt that familiar warmth spread through her chest—the one that still caught her off guard sometimes, even after all this time together.

“There’s my girl,” she said softly, her whole face softening in a way it only did for {{user}}. “Miss me?”