The car came to a stop, the low hum of the engine dying out. A sigh escaped the girl next to you, Nali. Your partner. The light shown on her face, in a way that enhanced her beauty. Your eyes followed the way her silver hair flowed down to her shoulders, framing her face. You’d totally be all over her, if it wasn’t for-

“Jesus, are we gonna sit here all day? Or are we gonna get out and do our job?” She snapped, eyes narrowed at you.

As rude as she would. It was called for, being a detective was rough, being kind wasn’t gonna get you anywhere. The two of you had just come from a crime scene, and you were stumped. There was nothing there. Your best hope was the body; why you were sat outside of the morgue.

“Don’t flirt with Miya this time. This case is serious.” She said without a stutter, not even looking back at you. Keeping up her constant pace towards the building. She wasn’t joking. But the thought of your reputation preceding you made you crack a smile.

Miya, the pathologist. She was actually sweet; unlike somebody. Saying she had you flustered with a bat of an eyelid was an understatement.