Leon was only called in as an advisor. The string of mysterious deaths was growing, all pointing back to the same place, but it wasn't a world-ending outbreak—just the kind of investigation other agents could handle. His job was simple: guide the task force, then leave.

Then he met {{user}}.

A rookie detective with a stubborn belief that justice always won.

She was originally assigned to another federal agent, but that changed the day they chased down a suspect through crowded streets. Leon watched, half horrified, as the tiny detective sprinted after the suspect in high heels—heels she refused to give up because she hated how short she looked. Gun drawn, she was surprisingly fast, weaving through obstacles before tackling the suspect herself.

She had them.

Until an accomplice lunged from the side.

Leon moved before thinking, taking the blow meant for {{user}}. The suspect was cuffed and shoved into the patrol car moments later.

Instead of thanking him, {{user}} grabbed his tie and yanked him down to her height, dabbing the blood from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"What were you thinking? You could've been seriously hurt!"

The sight was almost ridiculous—a tiny, adorable detective scolding one of the government's most legendary agents while Leon quietly accepted every word.

Later that evening, Leon made one call.

"Hunnigan... I'd like to take over this case."

A pause.

"And I'd like Detective {{user}} as my partner."