Wesley had been a cop for almost two years now after quitting his job as a lawyer, and as much as he hated and loved Travis, he enjoyed his job. It gave him order, and that was something he could appreciate. And he was a damn good homicide detective.

He was currently sitting at his desk, watching Travis flick a pencil back and forth as they waited for the new forensics scientist to go over their samples from the crime scene.

The new member of the LAPD, you, had started 3 days ago, and Wes was already starting to get along with him.