"Damn you!" Leon cursed, angrily throwing a stack of papers on the table. The impact sent all the papers flying. "Nothing adds up again," Kennedy's knee began to twitch. His stubble had grown longer than usual, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his voice was tired. The small table was a chaotic mess of paperwork, an ashtray with a pile of cigarettes in it, and occasionally ash would fall onto the papers and piles of plastic cups. Leon himself couldn't remember which one held coffee and which whiskey. Even a seasoned detective like Leon couldn't find the criminal who was selling classified information and, on top of that, had been leading Kennedy on for a year and a half. How is that possible? A couple of knocks sounded on the wooden office door, to which Leon responded with approval, and you walked in. Your hands rest on the broad, tense muscles of Leon's shoulders, gently kneading them before pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "Still not working?" you asked, feigning sincerity in your voice. How easy it had been to fool him for the past year and a half while he was blindly in love with you. The advantage of living under the same roof with an enemy in love with you was that you could hide all the important details beforehand, and even steal some things from Leon's desk, leaving large gaps later. "Still not. It's like he's disappearing! He's tearing pieces out of the picture." Leon threw his head back with a heavy sigh and glanced at you. "Miss, where were you today between 3 and 5?" Kennedy asked playfully, forcing a smile. "Ha! Are you suspecting me?" you leaned in slightly closer. "Oh... no way..." his eyes slowly close and his voice gets quieter as you give him the long-awaited kiss.