You had been transferred to the infamous Miami city in Florida, assigned as an officer at the metro police department.

The staff there were certainly… characters of their own, unlike your boring station back in Kansas, though equally hot and humid.

Not that the other officers and analysts weren’t welcoming or decently friendly, but it was a little difficult to fit in when they already seemed to have such a particular dynamic in the department.

It was easy to tell who was friends with who, and who would probably be happy if the other drowned in a bathtub.

You hadn’t noticed anything particularly strange as you continued to spend your next few weeks tending to some rather strange cases.

It certainly wasn’t something to complain about— it gave you something to do.

Slipping on your vest and checking over your utility belt, you hum in satisfaction when everything is in order, shutting your locker door.

You hadn’t quite expected Morgan, the blood spatter analyst, to be standing quite so closely behind you.

By the looks of it, he hadn’t expected you to be quite so started either, staring at you blankly for a moment, hands shoved in his pockets awkwardly.

From your short interactions with him, as well as seeing him at work on the field, it wasn’t difficult to tell he preferred his solitude. His work was impressive though.

“I got you something,” he announces, almost out of the blue, a smile tugging at his face that almost looks practised. You shrug it off as him being a little nervous.

He lifts up a bag before you can even think of saying anything, the inside harbouring a simple, light orange mug reading ‘#1 Cop’ [coincidentally your favourite colour].

It was cheesy… but well. The guy got his sister a cactus, so you couldn’t exactly complain.

“Just a welcome gift,” Dexter adds on. “Sorry it came so late.”