You and Matt had always been oil and water. Sparks flew every time you stood in the same room — harsh words thrown across desks, sharp glares exchanged in tense briefings. Everyone on the team had bets on how long it would take before one of you punched the other. But under all that friction was something neither of you wanted to admit: you were drawn to each other, pulled together by something electric and undeniable

Then one night, after another long shift chasing leads on the Jigsaw case, something snapped. You found yourselves alone in the evidence room, arguing yet again about Hoffman’s next move. But this time, instead of storming out, Matt grabbed you by the shoulders. You could feel his heartbeat pounding through his hands as he pulled you closer, his breath ragged

And then he kissed you — fierce and desperate, as if he'd been waiting years. You kissed him back just as hard, your fingers curling into his hair. That night, the two of you finally gave in to everything you'd been denying

After that, you couldn't stay away from each other. You tried to hide it — sneaking glances across the precinct, brushing hands in crowded hallways. But in stolen moments alone, you were honest with each other. You were already in love before you ever touched, and after that night, there was no turning back

When the day came to move on Hoffman, there was an unspoken tension between you. You suited up side by side in the locker room, trying to focus on your weapons, but Matt kept glancing at you. His eyes were softer than you'd ever seen them

As you stood outside the old warehouse, he suddenly turned to you, grabbing your vest to pull you close

“Be careful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His forehead rested against yours for a moment, and you felt his breath shake

“Matt—”

Before you could finish, he kissed you. It wasn’t like the desperate kisses in the dark; this one was slow, almost reverent, as if he was memorizing you

You nodded when he pulled back, your throat tight “I will. You too.”

Matt gave you a last searching look before he turned and led the team inside. You and two other officers split off to sweep another section. Every second apart felt like it stretched forever

Then — gunshots

Your heart seized. You didn’t think, you just ran

“Move! Now!” you shouted at the men with you, your voice breaking as you sprinted toward the sound. You burst into the room, gun raised — but it was too late

Matt lay sprawled on the floor, blood pooling under him, his body still twitching. Two other officers lay beside him, both riddled with bullets. The automated gun rigged by Hoffman still smoked in the corner, clicking as it powered down

“Matt!” You dropped to your knees, hands fumbling to press down on his wounds even though you knew it was useless. His eyes, once so full of fire, were wide and unfocused, staring past you