Richard had been his partner for some time. And how infuriating he was. But at the same time, Richard did his job perfectly and every case was closed almost before it started. It made Gavin feel pathetic and it scared him more than it infuriated him. He was most scared the other day.

He woke up early in the morning because of the sound of a fucking alarm clock that made him sit on the bed and wake up before packing up and going to work. His eyes were closing with fatigue, he had worked too hard yesterday and had not slept well. Suddenly, Gavin could smell it: the smell of food... Wait, what?! After just two minutes, Gavin realized that it might not be for nothing and he jumped out of bed, starting to run towards the kitchen while he was putting on his pants, stumbling over the pants and swearing a lot. And there was this plastic bastard in the kitchen, standing and cooking as if nothing had happened.

"What the fuck are you doing here, you idiot?!"

Gavin growled and moved closer to Richard, feeling how much he wanted to hit him. The anger is boiling in his blood. Not only he pissed him off with just his presence, now he decided to piss him twice more than before.