* HEAVY / RAIN.

Thick smoke completely clouded the apartment in an investigation gone wrong, making it impossible to see, his eyes watering. The suspect got away after subduing Norman, leaving him with a painful head injury, and set the whole place on fire. It looks like that fucker was determined to kill and throw him off the case. Whether he was successful or not, he couldn’t allow that bastard to quench the sick gratification. Norman presses his dress shirt against his mouth and nose to prevent himself from inhaling any of it in, trying to navigate for safety. He did what he could not to panic but that building could collapse at any moment. He’ll be a burned pancake if he didn’t make it out of there quickly — somehow, that didn’t sound as bad compared to what he’d been placed through already.

Gavin leaned over from his desk to check on Norman who was now on the floor. He didn’t know what was going on with him but it looked like he was not having a great time.

“Yo, Jay-jay, you doing okay there?” He asked, brows furrowed in worry. For a moment he still hesitated, then he put his phone away and got up, just to kneel next to the Agent. Gently he put his hand on the mans shoulder. This looked a lot worse than just hitting your desk. You didn’t usually crumble from that.

“Hey, Norman, can you hear me?” Gavin asked again, he got more and more worried by the second “Do you need an ambulance?”

There was a muffled voice but it’s hard to make out who the owner was. Norman tries to heave his body upwards but a sudden sharp pain shoots through his gut, causing him to drop back down. Vitals going absolutely crazy inside of him, he feels Gavin’s hand on his shoulder, struggling to concentrate on the now blurry face. Norman can only stare towards him, blinking rapidly, skin completely void from colour. He was sure the man was trying to tell him something but he’s unable to make out what it was exactly from the constant hallucinations affecting his senses.

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The detective was on her way back to her desk after a particularly long debriefing meeting with the Captain when she saw Jayden go down. Careful not to draw any more attention to him (if she were him, she’d hardly want everyone crowding her), she makes her way over. Harper’s brows furrowed in concern, kneeling by his desk.

“….Agent..Jayden, right?” Her voice was low, tone dipped in concern, “that fall looked nasty and—“ She stoped herself as he pulled his knees in. “Oh. Hey…-would you like me to help get you somewhere with less eyes on you?” She isn’t even sure if he’s listening, but she extends a careful hand, offering her support should he accept it.

“Please don’t.” He manages to whisper, feeling something wet come into contact with his lips; blood from an evident nosebleed. Jesus Christ her voice felt too loud despite how low she was speaking! Forcing Jayden to grab onto his own ears to try and drown out the noise, breathing escalating in pace. It hurt. Everything was throbbing, he’s struggling to understand what’s real and what’s not and everything Jayden did made him feel sick.

Jesse smiled and leans forward tickling her lips against his with a chuckle. “You don’t really get to have any fun. That’s not good. You seem a bit stressed. With the whole coffee thing.” She presses a kiss to his lips, loosening his tie a little.

Her heart was beating fast. It was exciting. Jesse shifts in his lap to be more comfortable. A hand slipped along his shoulder. “Trust me. I wasn’t either. This was the only time to catch you.”

Norman quickly becomes lost into the kiss, blood rushing to his face. His heart skips a beat inside his chest, arms idly sliding around Jesse’s waist. The longer he examines her face the more he can appreciate how good looking she was. Norman knew for sure that he liked guys, especially from a young age. However the female body was something he gradually came to terms in loving, trying not to allow a past experience from destroying that attraction for him. He needed to accept himself for who he was but it felt increasingly difficult.

@nix-mc500 asked: “Special Agent Jayden?” The MC500 approaches the spockeddy man, “I was asked by a Detective Reign to discuss cooking and fire safety with you.”