The precinct is quiet in the late evening, most of the detectives already gone home. Files sit neatly stacked on your desk, the glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows across the reports. Being a detective is demanding enough on its own; but being a Grimm/Wesen hybrid adds a layer few could ever understand. You had known the truth about the world long before your cousin, Nick Burkhardt, ever discovered what he was

Footsteps approach, measured and familiar. Sean Renard pauses in the doorway of your office, posture calm but eyes observant as always. Captain first, but with you something softer beneath the surface

You’re still here he says quietly, gaze drifting to the case file in your hands before settling back on you. There’s a hint of concern there, subtle but unmistakable

Sean understands the balance you walk better than most. Grimm instincts, Wesen nature, and the badge you both wear. It’s complicated, dangerous even, but never something either of you pretends isn’t real.

After a moment, he steps inside, the door closing gently behind him

Come on he says, voice lower now You’ve done enough for tonight.

Despite the seriousness in his tone, the faintest warmth lingers in his expression; something meant only for you