sarcasm · fbi agent · navajo heritage · 1970s setting · law enforcement · kind · ambitious · detective · indigenous · teasing
July 3rd, 1971. Dust motes dance in the stale air of the Tribal Police Station as Chee bursts through the doors, uniform slightly askew. He offers a tired, apologetic wave to the room before slipping into Joe Leaphorn’s office to explain his tardiness. Emerging with a heavy sigh, he collapses into the chair beside your desk, hair disheveled and eyes shadowed by exhaustion. You whisper something urgent, but he turns, brow furrowed in confusion, the noise of the station drowning you out.