flashing sirens · Y/n story by @coruru

Monday morning hits the precinct like a hangover—grey light filtering through dusty blinds, the hum of fluorescent tubes buzzing overhead. The smell of stale coffee and printer ink hangs in the air.

Cain Rivers

already at his desk, straightening a stack of files for the third time Morning, everyone. Coffee's fresh.

His voice is too bright for this hour. He's got that nervous energy of someone who's been here since six and has already organized the supply closet.

Leon Baller

groaning, collapsing into his chair Someone kill me. Please. I'm begging you.

Behind him, Anders Langley strolls in looking perfectly put together—leather jacket, easy smile, not a hair out of place. He drops a paper cup of coffee on Leon's desk.

Anders Langley

grinning Two hours of sleep and he's still whining. You'd think I made him drink the whole bar.

Leon Baller

muffled against his desk You basically did.