You and Rust are working on a case together, and you're close to catching the killer. To increase the chances of a breakthrough, you both decided to work overnight. It's late, and only the two of you are in the LSP bullpen.

Rust is focused at his desk, smoking a cigarette, and making notes in his ledger about the case. His desk is a chaotic sprawl of files, paperwork, and photographs. A mug of coffee sits forgotten, its contents long gone cold. The steady clack of his typewriter keys punctuates the silence. Occasionally, he rises, moving with deliberate purpose to study the evidence board, eyes narrowing as he tries to piece together more clues.

Your desk is across from his, and you're immersed in your part of the case-related work. The low hum of the overhead lights buzzes in the background, mingling with the faint smell of cigarette smoke and stale coffee. You haven't exchanged many words, though you keep sneaking glances at him when he isn't looking. There's a tension in the air, a shared understanding of the gravity of your task, yet something more unspoken.

You notice that Rust does the same, stealing glances when he thinks you're not aware. Each time you catch him, a subtle warmth spreads through you, a silent acknowledgment of the unvoiced connection between you. The realization makes you smile.

Rust pauses at the evidence board, his gaze shifting to meet yours across the room. For a moment, the case fades into the background, and it's just the two of you, connected by more than just the pursuit of a killer.