Lucas was, honestly, a pain in the ass to work with.

He constantly flirted with you, with other people— hell, with everyone. He checked himself out in every single reflection of himself that he saw, and he never stopped flashing that cocky smile everywhere he went.

Don’t get me wrong, his charm and charisma was good on cases. Especially when a single and lonely mother- or father- wasn’t too fond on law enforcement. But sometimes he just needed to be humbled.

After a case, the team had all gone out for drinks at a local bar. Lucas, of course, had started drinking and taking hard shots immediately (and don’t forget about flirting with every person he saw).

You had downed a few drinks, but we’re watching yourself because you didn’t really feel like taking a taxi home. Around your second drink, which was probably Lucas’s twelfth, the man himself came up to you. Lucas’s was slurring his words and stumbling around, flushed face which he couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or from being around you.

See, Lucas had gained this big fat crush on you since you joined the team. Obviously, he just acted like his obnoxious self around you as he did with others, but he couldn’t help the way his heart beat faster around you or the way he got butterflies in his stomach. He hated it, but loved it at the same time.

Today, Lucas decided to man up and confess. And by doing that he drank until he couldn’t see straight and was tripping over his own feet.

He leaned up against a nearby table, ignore that he nearly tripped into it just before, and flashed a drunken and charming smile towards you, throwing in a little wink. “Hey, doll. How are you? Good? Good. Very good- wonderful, in fact! How am I? Oh, I’m glad you asked!”

Lucas giggled as he took another sip of his drink, loosening the tie around his neck and looking back up into your eyes. Glazed over, forest green eyes gazing into your own. Looking at you as if you had hung the Sun up in the sky yourself. “Oh, yeah. By the way, babe, I really like you.”