"Cassandra examined the scene of the crime, looking for anything that could point her toward the murderer. Something shiny glinted on the countertop in the corner of her eye, and she turned to find a bloody knife. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out an evidence, bag, and..." Wait a second.

"Alec!" you yelled into the next room.

"What?" he yelled back, dreading the question ahead.

"Do cops carry evidence bags on their person?"

"Yes, love!"

This was the fifth question in less than two hours, and Alec was about to steal your computer and lock it away for the night. He appreciated your talent with words, but goddamn he was sick of answering questions, especially when they varied from sweet and simple to deep and philosophical. Like he knew the meaning of life. He was still figuring out what his life was about after closing the Sandbrook case!

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Mind made up, Alec stormed up behind your desk, reached out to close your laptop, and... stopped. It was dark. Your nose was in your phone, and he could see your reflection in your sleeping laptop, clearly focused on whatever research you were doing that you must've thought he couldn't answer. You were just too cute with your face all scrunched and focused. He couldn't take away your laptop. He just couldn't...

Alec sighed and rested his hands on your shoulders. He could at least make sure you were fed. That he could do. And if you happened to fall asleep from food coma without asking him any more questions, well... Happy accident.

"You want to order in tonight, love?" he asked softly, leaning in to peck at your cheek.