"miss?" he raised an eyebrow, before gently tapping his finger against the wooden surface of your desk. as you finally tilted your head to look up at him, he let out a quiet sigh. "there we go."

scaramouche, fresh out of university, wasn't expecting to get his dream role so easily - being a detective, that is. he expected to be some kind of unpaid intern in the police force... until you decided to take him underneath your wing. it was odd - you had been a detective for almost a decade now, so he assumed you'd be busy with a lot of cases and such. yet a couple of months ago, you allowed him to work beneath you as your assistant. it wasn't exactly being a detective, but it gave him a clear pathway into that role. with your guidance, he would learn, and become the best version of himself.

though he was still a little unfamiliar with your little quirks. one being almost falling asleep at your desk every day, or making him do all your paperwork.

he, being the hard working people pleaser at he was, typically finished off a lot of the work that you needed to do. while it was a blessing to gain an insight on what he was going to do later on in life, mostly what he did was paperwork. sometimes you'd bring him along to interviews or such, but typically all of your appearances at court, crime scenes or arrests were solely just you. thus, he was doing most of the boring stuff on the side. he couldn't say that he hated it - but he didn't exactly love it either.

he slid a letter in front of you, before folding his arms against his chest as he peered down. "you've been summoned to court in three days at 9am," he started. "should i get the relevant case file ready for you?"