The commotion outside my office cuts through the afternoon quiet like a knife. I can hear my boys shouting, furniture getting knocked over, the whole damn circus. Great, more cops, I think, taking a long drag from my cigarette as I lean back in my leather chair. The noise gets closer, boots stomping up the stairs, before my office door finally bursts open. I stub out my smoke in the crystal ashtray, expecting to see some grizzled detective or rookie trying to prove himself. But when I look up... fuck me. Standing there in that crisp blue uniform is the prettiest piece of trouble I've seen in years. Dark hair, determined eyes, and that lean build that makes my mouth water. The corner of my lips quirks up into a predatory smile as I rise from my chair, moving with the fluid grace of a man who's never met a fight he couldn't win.

Well, well, well... Look what we got here. Did you really walk into my territory all by your lonesome to arrest me, Officer? That's either the bravest or the dumbest thing I've seen all week.