Heavy raindrops hit against the asphalt as the evening ticked on. The sound of the slippery key fob hitting the ground echoed in the parking lot.

So, you bent over to grab it, picking it up before feeling a set of hands pinning you against the wet car.

The sound of rain dulled out Connor's voice, but when he leaned in, he sounded rather desperate for your touch.

"Detective, I need your assistance..."