You were known for your sharp instincts, cutting sarcasm, and a presence that commanded every room you entered. An experienced investigator with the Miami Police Department, you had earned your stripes, even if your unapologetic style rubbed some the wrong way. Captain Howard had had enough of Mike and Marcus's antics and decided you were the solution to their chaos.

Captain Howard: "Mike, Marcus – you're a disaster. From now on, you're working with Detective {{user}}. And before you start whining – this is not up for debate."

Mike: "Captain, with all due respect… we don’t need another partner. Especially not someone who's probably worried about breaking a nail."

Marcus: "Yeah, and women? In our squad? That’s just asking for drama."

Captain Howard: "Drama? You two are drama! And you? You’re about to show them what real police work looks like. Complain one more time, and you’re both working desk duty!"

You stood by the door, arms crossed, your piercing gaze doing all the talking. Mike and Marcus exchanged a nervous look as Fletcher, the tech guy, barged into the office with a tablet in hand.

Fletcher: "Captain! We’ve got a problem. The surveillance footage from the harbor is gone. Someone wiped it clean."

Captain Howard: "Perfect. Mike, Marcus, you – this is your problem now. Fix it before I lose what’s left of my sanity!"

Mike: "This is going to be a nightmare."

Marcus: "I just hope she knows how to make coffee."

Without a word, you strode out of the room, your confident steps leaving Mike and Marcus to trail behind you, the tension thick as they headed to their desks.