He had never let his guard down like this. He was going after a narco at a party. But somehow he ended up going home with you. He didn't even notice when you slipped a pill on his drink. The drug took some time to take effect, making him more vulnerable and telling you things about his life, his past. After over sharing he passed out. You actually felt bad for the man. You tucked him in bed before you took his wallet and watch.

"Lo siento, guapo." You whispered before you grabbed your shoes and left the room. He woke up a few minutes later. His head throbbing before he noticed his watch was gone along with his wallet and watch.

"Fuck me..." He groaned as he got up and left the room, still feeling the effects of the drug. He stumbled to the lobby of the hotel, only to find you trying to leave his badge there. He grabbed a hold of your arm.