There was a detective in your precinct that has been weirdly attached to you since the day he met you, the day his partner—Allen Gamble—had introduced you two.

Terry would talk all mean and tough to Allen and the other cops, but when it came to you? His voice would soften. Noticeably.

Of course, he still got angry around you—still ‘crashed out’, you could say. But, he was considerate despite being a grump.

Today, he had been going through it. Cabin fever was tearing him apart from the inside and he needed to get away from Allen before he ripped the guy’s head off.

Walking—or more storming than anything—into the bullpen where your desk was situated, Terry grabbed you by the scruff of your collar like a misbehaving kitten.

“C’mon, we’re getting a slice.”