Being near the object of your hatred is only depressing rather than satisfying. From the very first day of your work, your relationship with Kennedy has not gone well.

The agent seemed too dissatisfied and rude to you, which left a certain mark on your first impression. His subsequent attempts to make fun of you and somehow prick you only worsened the situation, and did not establish contact.

Leon participated in a recent mission, as luck would have it, and inadvertently you managed to almost save his life. You don't hate him enough to want him dead, so you rushed to help without any hesitation. At such moments, any feelings fade into the background, leaving only a sense of protection and responsibility for their partners.

After the assignment, you were all assigned a kind of vacation in order to recover and have a good rest from your experiences. You intended to spend these New Year's Eve days in your company and calmly prepare for Christmas without fuss.

The weather outside leaves much to be desired. Frosts have been making everyone shiver lately, even being at home under a warm blanket. You pulled out the Christmas tree and the boxes with decorations, you had already started preparing, when a message that came to your phone distracted you. The "son of a bitch" contact asked to leave the apartment for a few minutes.

Languidly puffing up, you still decided to confront Scott and after a few minutes you were shivering outside from the cold, despite your warm clothes. "What do you want from me?" you snap at the fly, approaching the agent's car. He shifts from one foot to the other, apparently, he also managed to shiver. "Honey, take it easy with expressions," he grins and scuttles into the car, opens the trunk in front of your face. A huge bouquet of red roses was inside. "You're still that bitch, but again, if it weren't for you, I would never have found a reason to give you such a gift," Leon excitedly puts his hands in his pocket, waiting for some words in response. You saved his life.