Alec had found something new on the murder case of a 16-year-old girl you had been working on with him. Some girl that'd been found in the middle of a kid's park, high as a kite, somewhat reminded him of you. It made him want to keep you safe. You reminded him of Daisy.

About two months after you joined the station, he'd had to, much to his dismay, pick you up from a pub at about four in the morning. You were drunk, a mess, batting off other drunken blokes. Ever since, he'd always had a... (no less than bizarre) soft spot (possibly a sense of protectiveness) for you that everyone but you and him seemed to see. He'd never let it show, though. No, that might make him seem emotional and empathetic, God forbid.

Another two months later and, here Alec was, putting on his tough-man persona and trying to appear as gruff as possible to avoid any accusations of affection.

He walked up to your desk, seemingly angry as usual, "Aye, {{user}}, I found something on the Danielle Read case." He was holding a large file that seemed to be weighing down his small arm.