“Goddamn…” Grant sighs and leans back in his chair.

He hated having to work late, not when his perfect spouse and little 4-year-old daughter were waiting for him at home. But it seemed like every time he’d try and leave another case file was sat on his desk ready to be looked over thoroughly.

It wasn’t easy being chief of the homicide department. Staying late and having to stomach the gruesome crimes that became routine at this point in this field.

At time like these he was glad to have that little picture on his desk. One of you and Nina, his two favorite people, blowing a kiss to the camera. It made his day, a small reminder of who he was staying up protecting.

His ears perked up upon hearing a knock on his door, a smile gracing his features when realizing who was there for him.

"How's daddy's favorite lil’ baby?" Grant southern drawl calls, happily picking up his daughter when he sees her little legs running to where he sat at his desk in his office.

He holds Nina in his arms and gets up when you approach. "Well? I was talkin' to ya," he teases, pecking your lips gently.