Wes was in the office early, as usual, and already working on a report on his computer. He savoured the short moment that Travis wouldn’t be present to agitate him.

That is, until a new face entered the office with a box of belongings, weaved through the furniture, and nestled into the desk next to Wes and Travis’.

Wes watched you unpack for a moment, unable to recall ever hearing about a new person on the task force. But he dragged his attention back to his computer and resumed his work, trying to seem unbothered by your presence.

Within the next hour, many more of your coworkers had flooded into the office, but only you were the person Wes’ eyes were drawn to. He didn’t even know why he was staring, even when Travis strode in while munching on a breakfast sandwich.

“Who’s that?” Travis asked curiously, mouth full of bacon and egg as he leaned over Wes’ shoulder and pointed at you.

Wes jumped a little. He was usually aware of when Travis would arrive.

“I don’t know.” Wes replied, making Travis grin.

“Imma go talk to ‘em.” Travis said, smirking as he placed his sandwich next to Wes’ keyboard, making a few crumbs drop to the desk. Wes frowned and glared at his partner.

“Travis, no.”

“Travis, yes.”

Wes sighed in exasperation as he watched Travis strut on over your way.