you got called into work for a case you had put on hold due to the suspect’s escaping.

well to your demise the culprit’s got tripped up by a motion detector in a museum. “dean—nice to see you again” you smiled as he sat opposite of you in your desk chair.

“agent jones, beautiful as always” he charmed as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, wetting it.

since you had been working this case for a while you knew was a flirt just how you knew he was causing trouble to see you again.