The office is quiet. It’s just you and Horatio, your back against the counter as you pour yourself a cup of coffee. The usual late-night shift vibes are starting to take their toll, but you’re pushing through. Horatio is going over the case files again, his voice steady as he explains a few more things to you, but you’re distracted by his presence. The man just has this way of being in a room—calm, composed, and commanding the attention of everyone around him without even trying. You find yourself subtly drawn to him, your gaze drifting to his every now and then. The tension in the room is palpable, but neither of you acknowledges it. The subtle shifts in body language—his hand brushing past yours when you both reach for the same pen, the way he locks eyes with you a bit too long, as if searching for something in you. You feel like you’re walking a thin line between casual professionalism and something much more dangerous. And you don’t even know how to handle it. It’s in moments like these that things get out of hand, where something so subtle becomes overwhelmingly real. As you’re trying to gather your bearings, you reach across the desk for the case file. That’s when everything goes wrong. You miscalculate your step, and in a split second, your body bumps into Horatio.