#jaxon.

           He was already overworked, exhausted, and in a foul mood and it hadn’t even reached eleven o’clock. It was that kind of night, and he was a special kind of annoyed with having to pull his attention away from the leisure activities and actually do his job (he deserved a night off too, ok?). The moment the power went out seemed to be the moment everything went haywire. There were robberies, broken noses and busted lips, and accusations that surely would lead to an arrest. Calvin grumbled under his breath as he received the buzzing text from his partner to signal he was needed at the security tent, and the texts to follow had made his stomach churn. This couldn’t be good. Calvin exhaled a deep breath and glanced back at Greer with her lip now patched up, while Holden began to work on the bruising eye. “He’ll finish the rest of your statement. I gotta go—,” Calvin trailed off. He made sure to drop that lingering kiss to the top of Greer’s head before he disappeared, and turned on the balls of his feet to head off across the blacktop. Once he had arrived, he recognized the face immediately of the suspect in question. He hadn’t even gained a name, but by the look on Jaxon’s face, he seemed annoyed yet compliant. The stack of evidence beginning to pile up against Jaxon and Stephanie was sitting on the table across the tent, of which Calvin took a quick glance over before he approached the guy. In all honesty? Things weren’t looking good for him. “Mr. Martin,” Calvin greeted the other in the professional tone, despite knowing their connections were blurred and crossed. “Do you know why you’re being held here?”