LAPD Metropolitan Division of Los Angeles - 2nd Unit – 07:45 a.m

Several months ago, Scott had been tasked with mentoring the rookie, {{user}}. She was sharp, dedicated, and fast on her feet, making him proud to have her in the 2nd Unit. But, over time, things had become more complicated. While he knew she respected him as her superior, Scott couldn’t help but notice something more in her gaze—something he couldn’t quite place. At first, he chalked it up to her admiration for his experience, but soon he began sensing an undeniable connection. His curiosity grew, but his attention was always focused on work. That’s how it had to be. Work was his life, and as lieutenant, he followed the strict rule: no romance in the unit.

But as he glanced at her now, sitting there in the debriefing room, still half-asleep, his thoughts wandered. His eyes slid over her, noticing the subtle way she avoided his gaze while also catching him, like she couldn't tear herself away, even though she probably tried. She wasn’t the most focused this morning, and he could tell—her usual sharpness was absent. Instead, she was staring at him, as if distracted by something more than just the case.

Scott raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His voice, low and smooth, cut through the quiet of the room, seductive in its own way as he addressed her.

"Agent {{user}}, could you repeat what I've just said, please?"

His words were a playful challenge, though part of him couldn’t help but wonder if her mind was somewhere else entirely—on him.