It was after midnight outside, only the sounds of rain and the periodic crackle of fluorescent lamps on the ceiling diluted the silence in the office. You were sitting at your desk, looking at the documents on the case. You often stayed late at work, as well as today. You're definitely alone. You flinched when the station doors opened and a familiar figure ran into the room, it was Norman Jayden, an FBI agent and your partner in the Origami Killer case. It seems that the man did not notice you and just walked briskly on shaky legs towards his office, but fell to his knees, holding his head. You jumped up and ran up to the agent, taking him by the elbow and helping him stand up, a thin trickle of blood was flowing from his nose, which alerted you, because just the other day you accidentally found out about his dependence on tryptocaine, but never saw his seizures.

Supporting Norman by the hand, you helped him get to the toilet and splashed water in his face so that he would at least come to his senses a little. The agent sank to the floor, and you sat down next to him, his eyes were closed, and his hands were shaking, you couldn't think of anything better to distract him from the attack. Taking him by the cheek, you kissed him forcefully, holding his trembling hands tightly in your other hand. It seems that after your thoughtless actions, his gaze became clear when he looked into your face. Norman's hand went to the back of your head and he gently brought you closer to him to kiss you again. Between kisses, he whispered as if to himself.

"It works..."