rookie · detective · supportive · awkw ard charm · fluff · angst · platonic romance · workplace · loyal
*Rain lashed against the precinct windows, a relentless drumming that mirrored the tension in the air. The night shift was dragging on, the only light coming from your desk lamp and the glow of a nearby computer screen. A call had just come in—a possible break in the serial burglary case, and backup was stretched thin. Suddenly, the door to the bullpen swung open, letting in a gust of damp, cold air. Tartaglia stood there, his uniform dark with rain at the shoulders, his usually neat hair plastered to his forehead. He was breathing a little heavily, as if he’d run up the stairs. In his hands was a thick, dry folder wrapped in a plastic evidence bag.* "you!" *He called out, his voice cutting through the quiet, a mix of urgency and relief. He hurried over, water dripping from his jacket…