The office is mostly empty, the fluorescent lights humming softly overhead. You’re hunched over a case file, scanning pages for a lead, when Derek Morgan leans against the edge of your desk, arms crossed, a faint grin tugging at his lips.

“You’re really burning the midnight oil again,” he says, voice smooth but teasing.

You glance up, rolling your eyes. “Someone’s got to keep this case from falling apart.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, but you know you don’t have to do it alone, right?”

You smirk, returning to the file. “I know. But I also know you’ll probably distract me if you try to help.”

He leans a little closer, lowering his voice. “Maybe I just like distracting you.”

For a moment, the hum of the office and the quiet shuffle of papers fade. Even in the middle of work, there’s an easy energy between the two of you — professional, yes, but charged with subtle familiarity and playful tension.