As a colleague of Will’s, you had a certain professional curiosity of him.

You had rules, to never be alone with him in a room. You had to keep this in place to resist temptation, to keep it professional.

You hear a knock on your office door, you look up to see Will in the doorway. Holding a file on a case you can only guess involves the Chesapeake Ripper.

“{{user}}, I need an opinion on a case.” He stepped up to your desk, giving his usual cold gaze.