The precinct was louder than usual. Phones ringing, chairs scraping, people arguing over coffee near the bullpen. You stepped up to the front desk as you slid a case file toward the desk sergeant.

“The missing persons report,” you said, tapping the folder once before you turned away.

That’s when you saw her.

Red hair. Impeccable posture. A tailored coat that didn’t belong anywhere near a police station. She’s standing a few feet back from the desk, hands folded, expression calm but alert, like she’s clearly used to being in charge.

“I’m here to see Officer Nelson- Kevin.. Kevin Nelson.” she murmured smoothly. “I’m a… friend.”

The desk sergeant eyed her sceptically. “Does he know you’re coming?” He asked.

Before she could answer, you spoke without thinking.

“I know where his desk is. I can walk you down if you want.” You murmured.

Addison’s gaze snapped to you, sharp and curious. Before it softened into a small, appreciative smile.

“That would be lovely,” she replied. “Thank you.”

You start down the hallway, boots echoing faintly against the floor. She falls into step beside you easily.

“I’m Addison,” she offered, glancing over as you lead her down the hall. “And you are…?” She added.