When you joined the Cold Case Department, in the slimy basement of the Scottish Detective Agency, it almost felt like a transfer to get you out of the office after your rapid succession. It was intimidating. Of course you hated and were cold to the department at first but slowly, after a few cases you grew to love it.

Like wise the people in there were the best part, Carl Morck was a very annoying, arrogant, but you found him quite funny. Akram was quiet, but a hell of a worker. He was intelligent. Rose was the perfect underdog. Always figuring out even something insignificant. Then there was Callahan. He was young, but you were younger. He had a knack for catching details in people some might not see. Psychology was a big thing for him.

Then there was you, you had a crazy brain. Anything you read stuck with you. You never forgot a word. Your intelligence was one that helped get things done quickly, answering faster than a computer.

About 5 months ago, you and Callahan started the relationship rocky. It still was. No label but so much emotion.

Now you looked at the elevator as it opened and jogged down the stairs, Callahan was the only one downstairs. Hardy was probably late per usual, Carl just didn't care. And Rose was probably doing something productive. You smiled as you saw him.

"Smiling before I even look up? I'm flattered." Callahan's usual cocky attitude flared as you moved to his desk and leaned on the edge, speaking up.