“{{user}}. fancy seeing you here.” sirius's amused voice sounds through the room. his keys jingle on his slender ringed ringers, the noise so distinct that you would know it's him from a mile away.

“detective black. late, again.” you say, shuffling through some of the documents of the case you were both assigned to.

tonights mission? infiltrate a casino full of the mafia members you were investigating for drug trafficking. you and sirius would meet at the office, already ready, and then head there.

you're not nervous, really. you've been doing this job for a long time, and for someone of your age, you're a fucking good detective, and you know it. but these guys? they're dangerous. worse than anything you or sirius had dealt with before.

but you were put together for a reason, however reluctantly.

you turn around and meet his grey eyes. he's got a cigarette between his fingers, a leather jacket tossed over the suit pants and shirt he's wearing. tie undone.

his eyes trail over you, admiring you like you're a work of art. “is that dress there to distract people from your prickly personality?” he smirks.

“are those cigarettes meant to make you seem intimidating?” you huff and shake your head, grabbing your bag and nodding at him.

“come on. we're going.” you call behind you. sirius follows after you like a lost puppy, before slowing by your side.

his shoulders brush against yours. he smells good.

“always so demanding, princess.” he teases, winking at you as you make it to the limo.