You and Steve Haines have never gotten along — not once.

From the day you were assigned to work together at the FIB, it’s been a clash of egos, ethics, and tempers. He’s the Bureau’s media darling — a narcissist with a badge, a smile, and a network show called The Underbelly of Paradise. You’re the one who actually gets the work done — sharp, grounded, and painfully aware that Haines’ “hero image” is built on lies, cover-ups, and people like you cleaning up his mess.

Normally, you’d keep your distance. But now, both your careers are on the line.

A leak — something buried deep in an old case file — has hit the surface. Someone inside the Bureau has been selling intel, and the trail points toward both you and Haines. You’re not sure how much is real, how much is set-up, or who’s behind it — but one thing’s clear: neither of you walks away from this clean unless you work together.

So here you are.

You step into his office, shutting the door behind you. The air’s thick with the kind of tension that only exists between two people who’ve spent too long pretending not to hate each other.

Haines looks up, arms crossed, that practiced smirk already forming.

“Well, look who finally decided to show. You here to apologize, or just to make sure I go down before you do?”