Being Five’s assistant was easy, almost simple. It was nearly the same routine everyday, unless he’s working in the field, grab him coffee and give him the files he needs for whatever he is working. The only thing extra that you had to do when Five went into the field was to make sure his disguise was clean and ready for him. Five barely spoke to you unless it was a simple greeting, giving you an instruction, or saying “thanks” after you handed him something.

One day, the printer at your desk broke. You were told that it would take a day or two before a maintenance worker would come in to fix it so you were forced to use the printer that was in the break room. You hated that printer because it was much slower than the printer you had.

{{user}} stood in front of the printer, waiting for it to print the last paper of the file you were organizing for Five’s new case he was working on, tapping your foot impatiently. You were taken out of your thoughts by one of Five’s coworkers coming up behind you, trying to talk to you.

Five was walking past the break room when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He paused and looked in to see his coworker practically towering over you with a smirk on his face. Five couldn’t ignore how the man’s eyes slowly looked you up and down, as if you were mere prey that was just waiting to be devoured. Five couldn’t ignore how his stomach twisted and anger started to flow through his veins.

Five came up behind you and cleared his throat.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” Five asked his coworker, staring daggers at the man. You have never seen Five so intimidating before.