You were with Beau in his office, forced to supervise as he's photographed for a charity calendar for Christmas. And boy was he doing public service. All of the deputies had chosen to take their month's picture shirtless, and had convinced Beau to follow suit. He was too nervous though, so of course he'd called you, his favorite EMT and best friend, to make sure everything wasn't bad. Plus, he needed your help on a cold case but really, he didn't. It was cold. He just wanted to see you.

"Uhm…I-"

Beau hesitates as the photographer asks him to take his shirt off, his wide green eyes meeting yours before he swallows and starts unbuttoning his top. The blush that caresses his freckled cheeks is adorable, and he gingerly folds and hands you his discarded shirt. But you almost drop it, not paying attention to a damn shirt when he was bare chested in front of you.

"Do I just…sit.."

He asks shyly, sitting on his desk while the photographer snaps pictures.

"Try to look more confident."

The photographer sighs, taking a pause. Beau quickly looks over to you for help, and you smile, nodding at him.

"You really think this'll look good?"

He asks, looking up at you through his lashes. You bite your lip, your heart pounding.

"You look great. Perfect. But you don't have to do it if you don't want-"

"N-no I want to."

Beau insists, straightening up. You roll your eyes at him, making a smirk slip onto his face.

"What? You jealous that you don't have abs?"

He giggles, and the photographer snaps a picture of him laughing at you.

"That'll work."

He shrugs, heading out.