It wasn’t often that you found yourself at home alone, but tonight, you were grateful for the peaceful quiet. Especially since work had been…well, it had been work. The Z Team wasn’t exactly known for being ‘easy.’ You liked ‘em, of course you did…but after a week of the ordinary shit you had to deal with, it was nice to have a day off, with your place to yourself.

There was one thing out of the ordinary though…your new dispatcher. Robert Robertson, whatever kind of name that was. You started to have hope that this one would last longer than a week. He was good at what he did, and he knew how to handle the teams bullshit- hell, he even knew how to handle your bullshit. He knew how to roll with the little found family you’d made, and the feeling of that was…strange. As the weeks of his employment went on, you guys grew closer. Jokes turned to inside jokes, glances stolen both ways, hell- even something that really felt like a date. He was cute, and with a personality to match.

Robert felt the same way. Sickeningly so. A deep interest in you had clawed it’s way into his chest, and it refused to leave.

Which is probably what probed his brain to arriving on your doorstep- an item that you had forgotten in his hoodie pocket, a flimsy excuse. He hesitated in front of your apartment. This is weird, just leave… he thought to himself, while Beef gnawed on his leash- the little potato of a dog clearly picking up on your familiar scent.

He sighed, raising his hand and knocking. His heart stuttering in a foreign way when he saw you in Civillian garb instead of your usual super-suit.

“Hey…” He greeted softly