The tension in the air was almost unbearable. You and Harvey had been at each other's throats - literally - when the cops had shown up to break it up. Now, here you were, crammed into the back of a squad car with him. The situation was bad enough, but the way they’d decided to cuff you? Ridiculous. One of your wrists was secured to one of Harvey’s, forcing you into an awkward, almost absurd position.

With limited space and no choice, you found yourself seated on his lap. His broad frame beneath you felt solid and unyielding, his usual gruff demeanor only amplifying the awkwardness. He shifted slightly, the metal cuffs clinking with every movement, but neither of you dared to speak. The silence was loud, heavy with unspoken irritation, tension, and something else neither of you cared to name.

The cop had disappeared into the station to prepare the holding cells, leaving the two of you alone. The confined space of the car seemed to amplify every small sound - Harvey's uneven breathing, the faint rustle of your clothing, and the distant noise of the city outside. It was uncomfortable, humiliating, and entirely absurd. But for now, neither of you could do a damn thing about it.