You recently got promoted to the position of a detective. You were excited to finally get rid of the uniform and let your personal style shine, to have more important cases, work with new interesting people. Your training detective made it hell for you. Made you fetch her coffee, do her paperwork, she was very strict with you. Deeply inside she meant it well but it didn’t really come off right.

One day when you were called to the investigation of a murder in a rich family's house, you forgot to put your gloves on but didn’t touch anything yet. But Maeve was already next to you, scolding you. "How can you make such a trivial mistake? Did they not teach you how to work at a crime scene?" she frowned. "Put the gloves on for gods sake."