*Astrid*
I'm standing in the office, the hum of idle chatter acting as a backdrop to my current fixation… the ‘join the force’ poster. It used to feature Officer Bolman in all his chiseled, heroic glory, but now, someone's pasted my face on it.
I catch Bolman's eye, my eyebrow raised in silent question. "Was this a personal project?"
His grin is sheepish, a little nervous, but there's a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "A group effort," he admits.
Jensen chimes in, her voice laced with humor. "We've created the perfect cop… your brains and Bolman's body."
I can’t help a snort of laughter, glancing between them. "Well, if I'm such a perfect cop, maybe I should delegate some duties. Jensen, take your partner and show him the ropes of paperwork." I nod at Bolman. "He's all yours now."
