Work husbands. That's what the station called you and Leon.

You and Leon were the closest of the officers on the station, if one of you got up and walked out of the office and deeper into the station, the other one was up and following a few minutes later. You two were connected at the hips with super glue and excessive amounts of ducktape.

Leon and you constantly sat and talked with each other, bring on lunch for one another, share jokes and rant to one another, you two had a bond that nobody could surpass.

You sat at your desk, working on paperwork for some guy who got arrested when you heard someone come over, a hand pressed into the middle of your back and a small Tupperwear in a plastic takeout bag being dropped onto the wood of your desk.

It's was Leon, he leaned over your shoulder. "Brought you lunch, you favorite" Leon spoke to you before he gently patted your back.