“I'll get you a t-shirt with it on.”

Well— when he heard that, he just ignored and probably held a laugh, not expecting you to actually do it.

 You actually fucking did it.

He stopped in his tracks, seeing you come over to his door not to discuss a case, but to “gift” him that bloody shirt, which you held up proudly.

Alec stared blankly at you, and you swore you could hear the gears in hos head turning — perhaps a bit of smoke coming out of it too. “Worst cop in Britain” in italics and all.

“Bloody hell, ye're unbelievable...” grumbled Hardy, holding a chuckle.