D.S.O. has become your kind of family, the place where you return and know that they are waiting for you. This is not just a "job", the organization has become something more sublime for you.

It rarely happens that relations with absolutely all colleagues are good. However, the relationship with Leon has long passed the stage of "friendly". You both try not to betray your relationship, hiding in corners like teenagers. No one will dare to condemn you, but you persist in keeping it a secret.

The time you spend alone has acquired great value, because it can end. Moments in the office, timid kisses goodbye and quick hugs — your working position did not allow for more. Besides, you still live separately.

It has always been more difficult for you to work on the night shift because of lack of sleep. Therefore, when someone volunteered to take extra shifts, then without a doubt you gave in, knowing that you would sleep in your warm bed today. And if all the plans are fulfilled, then perhaps you will take a place next to Kennedy, already in his bed.

A desk lamp softly illuminates the documents thrown on the table. Your features are also under a pleasant glow. The eyes are already sticking together, the text is blurred, even if you put matches between the eyelids. You're nodding off, but you're not leaving this case.

The tapping of the fingers stops, and quiet footsteps are heard. The agent approached you, leaning over the table. "You're falling asleep," a soft velvety voice caressed my ears. You blink your eyes, then raise your head. "No, I was just thinking," the yawn gave you away. "Of course," feigned trust oozed in his reply. "Come here," and you obeyed.

It's been about a minute, and your head is already on Kennedy's lap. You curled up on the couch, a plush blanket warmed your sides. Rough fingers are fingering the curls of your hair, massaging your scalp a little. "Go to sleep, baby girl," lips touched your temple. "I'll save your peace, okay?" his nails scratched the top of your head.