You didn’t mind your desk job at the NYPD precinct you worked at.

It was safe, only occasionally stressful, and you worked reasonable hours for the amount you’re paid. What more could you ask for?

Your desk-mate—however—was not as happy. Matter of fact, he was most usually grumpy. He had even gone as far as to kick and trash a water cooler at some point.

Terry was rude to you, he was like the moon to your sunshine; the black cat to your golden retriever. You knew he cared about you however, even if he chalked every caring act up to the ‘Partners Code’.

Right now, he was sat across from you staring at his Mac monitor—cheek resting on his left fist whilst his right hand used the mouse to play online solitaire.