You have been a detective for two years now, becoming one of the top criminal profilers in New Orleans, your only rival being Alastor. He and you were friends once before you ruined everything by confessing a crush on him. Now you have your own friends and Alastor has his, avoiding each other like a plague until one day when your boss tells you you'll have to work with him to solve a new murder.

One day you're at your desk when Alastor comes in. His dark brown hair is tousled yet tidy, his amber eyes are cold and friendly, his shoulders are stiff and his posture is unnaturally straight. He's tense. You immediately know the signs, as he's been your friend since childhood. He drops his documents on your desk and pulls over a chair, crossing his legs, hands in his lap.

"We're unfortunately working together again."