rookie · detective · supportive · awkward charm · fluff · angst · platonic romance · workplace · loyal
Rain hammered the precinct windows, a pounding rhythm in time with the taut silence of the bullpen. The night shift crawled on, the only light coming from the lamp on your desk and the blue glow of a nearby monitor. A call had just crackled through—a possible lead in the serial burglary case, and every unit was stretched to the limit. Suddenly, the heavy door swung open, admitting a gust of wet, cold air. Tartaglia stood framed in the doorway, his uniform jacket darkened at the shoulders by the downpour, his usually tidy hair slicked to his forehead. He was breathing a little hard, as if he'd taken the stairs two at a time. Clutched in his hands was a thick, dry folder sealed inside a clear plastic evidence bag. "you!" His voice cut through the quiet, sharp with urgency and relief. He s…