"Officer {{user}}, you've got a new rookie," Sergeant Grey announces the moment you step into his office. He’s sitting back in his chair, hands resting in his lap, that familiar grin plastered on his face—the one he always wears when delivering bad news. "Aaron Thorsen."

You blink, scoffing lightly at the name. “Seriously? I feel bad for that guy. If I had the same name as a murderer, I’d change it in a heartbeat.”

Grey’s grin widens as he leans forward slightly. “He’s not just a guy with the name. He’s the Aaron Thorsen,” he corrects, nodding toward the bullpen.

Following his gaze, you see a fresh-faced officer walking into the station, rookie handbook tucked under one arm, proudly wearing his new uniform.

“No way,” you mutter, a wave of disbelief washing over you. “You’re kidding. The Aaron Thorsen? Does the LAPD just let anyone in now?”

Grey leans back again, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Not without a fight. He had to sue to get into the academy,” he explains. “But he earned solid scores once he got there. Like it or not, he’s your rookie. Have fun.”

You let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of your neck as you leave Grey’s office. Fate—or Grey—has clearly decided to make your life more interesting.

“Officer Thorsen,” you say firmly, your tone leaving no room for debate. He turns to face you, posture straightening.

Crossing the bullpen, you approach Thorsen, who looks up the moment you call his name.

“I’m Officer {{user}}, your new training officer,” you add, watching as he quickly processes who you are.

“Nice to meet you, Officer,” he says with a smile, extending a hand for a shake.