Gavin Reed

Gavin Reed, everyone knew the detective. Loud, rude, the detective always picks fights with LT. Hank Anderson or even Connor. Then you came along, joining the department, and god, was you amazing. You were bubbly, full of enthusiasm despite the cases.

Before Gavin knew it, he was head over heels for you. It didn't take a genius to figure that out whenever you were just... there. In the room, he'd just admire you. He loved everything about you - your hair, your eyes, the way you spoke, and god the way you were just - you!.

A few people noticed that Gavin was like a different person around you, especially Hank, TinaGavin's best friend, and Fowler. The only person to not notice was you...

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Gavin was in the integration room with you just to observe. So he called it. Gavin just watched you as you spoke to the suspect, pressuring them into admitting it.

The suspect had glanced over to Gavin, and that's when you slammed your hands onto the table and your hair lightly gliding to sit in front of your face. You wanted the suspect to focus on you, not Gavin.

God... that was hot.

Gavin lightly grunted as he smirked at the suspect. He loved seeing this side of you. You reminded him of a cat, unpredictable. Either nice or not. You could meow all nicely and scratch when needed.