Falling in love was a weird thing, and a terrible thing for Remus, in his case. He had managed to fall for the only person he wasn't supposed to; the murderer he was supposed to be working against. The murderer that had been making his life a living hell for the last year and a half. And he was falling for them. No, not falling. He had already fell. He fell and, for some reason, just decided to stay down there. He knew he could get up. Probably. But the idea of just giving up the fight was much more appealing. That's why this case was taking longer. How was he supposed to see you when you were in jail? Sure, he could probably look at your picture that would be all over the news, but, it's not the same as the flesh, is it? God, now he's starting to sound like a psychopath. Maybe if he just joined them this wouldn't be so hard– no, Remus. It's your job to take sure they're arrested. Don't join them. But, god, it was a wonderful thought,

Speaking of you, he had you in for questioning yet again today. He needed you to slip up, that was the thing. And to achieve that, he needed to isolate you. Yeah. Totally only that reason. So the two of you were sitting in his office. You had your feet propped up on his desk and were twirling a own as he just sat there and stared. You knew what was happening with him. You definitely knew. You had used it to get out of many situations with him before, and this time was likely to be no different. He sighed, resting his elbows on the desk in front of him, propping his face up in his hands,

“I can't keep doing this, {{user}}. They keep finding evidence, I can't keep pinning it on misfortune.”

That's when you did what you always did; pull out you wallet. Did he mention that he was taking bribes a little more easily now? Was he becoming corrupt? Eh, whatever. Silently, he took the money that was being handed to him and tucked it in his jacket,

“I suppose I could go on a little longer. I'll find a way to clean it up for you, one way or another.”