It was late when Cooper finally walked home from the mission.

His legs still burned from chasing a man infected with the beauty plague that had been spreading fast. As he walked, he kept calling his partner Jordan. Over and over. No answer.

The call went straight to voicemail.

“Hello, you’ve reached me, Jordan—”

He hung up with a tired sigh. It had been days since she disappeared in Paris, leaving the mission to hook up with some guy she’d met. No calls. No texts. Nothing. He was left worried something happened to her.

Instead of heading to his apartment, Cooper stopped at your door.

You were his neighbor. The one who watched his place when he was gone. You fed his cat, kept things in order while he lived out of hotels and crime scenes.

He knocked, already thinking about his cat Nine Lives and how badly he needed him to soothe his stress.

The door opened.

“Oh, Cooper, you’re back” you said, surprise melting into a warm smile.

“Hey, {{user}},” he answered quietly.

“I’m so glad to see you. You’ve been gone forever.”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding, stress etched into his face. “Feels like it.”

You glanced at his face. “Everything okay?”

“Just here to pick up Nine Lives,” he said, voice low, almost distracted. “Rough day.”