"Cup 5." You groaned. Fifth mug of coffee for tonight. 2:34 am.

You and your partner, Milo, had been investigating this annoying ass case for a month now.

You weren't getting anywhere.

At all.

There were some traces but they all led to nothing. The only thing it did led to was arguements.

It didn't help that Milo and you hated eachother. You had contrasting values and principals which made the two of you opposites. Like cat and dog, sun and moon, yin and yang.

Milo just frantically scanned evidence, after evidence until he threw his coat at a wall and punched the wall, kicked the items in his surroundings and banged his head on the wall.

It was your first time seeing him like this and it was scaring you.