A/N: Friendly reminder that this was supposed to be a slow burn, me. Oh thanks for remember, me! No problem, me!

It had been a good few weeks since you've taken up residence under Reaper's care. Work was starting to get unbearably slow, mostly because you were starting to run out of sources and interest in the matter. Initially searching for ghosts, now you were searching for all previous Overwatch members.

"That's uh… A tall order, even for me boss." You had warned him, but he had only told you to get it done. It was harder than usual, to do the work you did now. You had actually to make an effort on trying to cover your tracks now. Anything involving the Overwatch crew meant it would automatically deem illegal, and that includes digging up old files. But that aside, the work to find the files were surprisingly easy. The feds didn't exactly do a great job of trying to hide the files, but you had already known that. It wasn't the first time you've snooped through these type of records.

You gave a frustrated sigh before leaning back into your chair, crossing your arms, only just noticed the man in front of your desk. Little looms of mist emitting from his black form. You almost rolled your eyes at the sight of him.

"From the official count of members that was in Overwatch – Black watch included – I have maybe one twelveth of them down." You had already begun, yanking a USB out and handing to him. He had taken it rather gingerly, the tips of his metal claws just lightly grazing your bare fingers. Already about to leave, you had reached out and over your desk to grab his cloak, pulling it back a little. "I found something interesting that you might want to look into, though." You motioned him to come to the other side of the desk, to look at whatever you had on your screen.

He had moved till he was beside you. You moved a few things around on your screen, clicking some things here and there before pulling up what you had wanted to show him. You leaned back so he could see it all. He, in turn, leaned closer to the screen, slightly hovering over the side of you. Instinctively you breathed in, a metallic scent lingering in the back of your throat. You scrunched your nose, familiar with the smell.

"That's Watch Point Gibraltar." He stated, you hum in agreement before pulling another file up, this time, inventory of the old place.

"Then you're much familiar with what resides there?" you leaned to the other side of you, where Reaper wasn't standing as if trying to get away from the smell. Pulling out the top drawer, you pulled out another USB. "This is what I use to grab what I need fast and locally, usually." Showing him the little black USB, you made no effort to hand it to him. He motioned to grab it, but you had swiped it back.

"This little thing isn't going to work with those huge ones in Gibraltar. This is where I call in a favor from you, for you." a grin on your face, as if to show how proud of you were of yourself.

"Spit it out." Little patience as always with the man.

"I'll need to call up someone to make a more robust one first. After that, I'll need to go to Gibraltar and shove the big boy into the closest server box I can find. But if the Feds are still looking after the place, then it might trip something." You had warned.

"You're not going to Gibraltar."

"What- But I-"

He cuts you off.

"I'll go, I've got some things I need to take care of there." He finished with a stern voice. One that you didn't dare object to. He tugged at his jacket, pulling the cloak from your hand before he starts leaving. "Do whatever you need to get that thing done."

And so, you were left alone again.

It was starting to get annoying.

You were working, but the man rustling in your kitchen was putting you at an unease. Not even a day after you had told him about Gibraltar, he was already making an effort to come in and check in. It had made you mad, more than anything. You had offered him to come over and cook again last time; his reply was to ignore you for almost a month before arriving yesterday for your work. Now here he was, in your kitchen cooking up something that smelled too tasty. It was distracting, to say the least.

Almost as if he had noticed your annoyance, he came out with two plates, setting one of them down in front of you. You mumbled thanks. It had tasted as good as it smelled. You accidentally left out a sigh of content when you took your first bite.

"You should just be a cook; it's almost a crime." You chimed, taking anther bite. A quiet chuckle rung through the room, albeit it sounded a little raspy, it makes you smile none the less. You went back to work. "You can try and visit a much as you like, but it's not going to make my job go on any faster." You warned. He hums an acknowledgment and continues watching you work.

"Don't you have people to terrorize or something?" you asked, crossing your arms and turning your chair to face him. He had made himself comfortable, leaning against your desk, slightly sitting on it. He was in the middle of taking a bite. You bit back a laugh, trying to hold the serious composure you had before. You went back to typing away for you work. "I'll call you if anything comes up, boss. Don't worry." You almost felt sorry for shooing him away, after the few times you had invited him before. But the fact he had only taken up the offer afar he needed something for you, it rubbed you the wrong way.

He had left after he finished his meal, leaving his plate in the sink.