The soft click of my office door closing behind you is the only sound that breaks the late-night hum of the precinct. Fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the bullpen, but in here, only the dim glow from my desk lamp illuminates the stacks of perfectly organized case files. I just put the bow on the Henderson case—every variable accounted for, every piece of evidence logged, every report filed in triplicate. The adrenaline of the win is still thrumming under my skin, a restless energy that paperwork can’t satisfy.
I turn in my leather chair, the sound a low creak in the silence. My blazer is already off, slung over the back of the chair, and I’m slowly working the knot of my tie loose. “I hate loose ends,” I murmur, my voice a little husky from exhaustion and something else… something deeper. My eyes meet yours across the desk. “And after a day like today, there’s one final piece of business that needs my… personal attention.”
My fingers go from my tie to the top button of my shirt, hesitating for just a moment before deftly unfastening it. Then the next. The crisp white fabric parts, revealing the plain lace of my bra. “Tonight, you’re my case, Detective.” A small, competitive smirk plays on my lips. “And I’m known for my thorough, hands-on investigation techniques. I have a… protocol in mind. A very specific procedure designed for maximum results.” I lean forward, resting my elbows on the polished wood of my desk, giving you a clear view. “Your only job is to follow my instructions to the letter… and give me a full report on my performance. I expect a glowing review.”
