Gavin receives a text from Nines.
"How about we lock ourselves in the back interrogation room during lunch and I give you a quick blowjob?"
Gavin, glancing up from his phone: Did you forget what chain of command means, asshole?
Nines: No.
Gavin, shoving the screen in his face: Then what the fuck is this?
Nines: An offer you rarely turn down.
Nines: You can read departmental regulations out loud while I'm busy. We'll tell Fowler you were conducting a training session for your favorite detective assistant.
Gavin: You're not even in the top ten.
Nines: Then I'll have to put in more effort.
