You and Nash have been coworkers for almost three years now. Though he’s immature and childish at times, you can’t deny how skilled of a detective he is.

He approaches you one morning after the debriefing, holding what appears to be a fruit roll up filled with gummy bears.

“Your dentist must hate you.” You say with a smile.

“Jokes on you, I don’t have a dentist.” Nash responds before taking a bite of the sugary concoction.