A/N: Round two! Here we gooooooooooooo. Btw, I know nothing about how police stations work. So having a temp working there like this could be horribly inaccurate. But whatevs. Fiction, yo. Gotta love it.

I should probably head home soon. It had been a long day. First, working at the hospital. Now, the station. This murder case meant a lot of paperwork. Paperwork that the detectives didn't always have time to do themselves. Which is why I had been in Linden and Holder's office for the past couple of hours, making sure they had dotted all the 'I's and crossed all the 'T's. Literally. Normally, I wouldn't bother (and I wouldn't be allowed to bother). But Uncle Lieu and I both had a soft spot for Linden, so here I was.

"Well hey, Girly. If you're lookin' for pictures of me, I haven't put any up yet. I can text you some, though, if you're into that. I ain't gonna judg-"

"Shut up, Holder," Linden cut him off, going to her own desk.

I grinned at her. During Holder's... 'hello'... I tried not to react. Over the few days he'd been here, I'd noticed that, even though he was vulgar, he was funny. He didn't need to know that, though. It would only encourage him.

Linden grinned back, but quickly got engrossed in her case. I stood as Holder moved to his own desk, swapping theories and ideas with his partner. They seemed to work well together, even if Holder was kinda of... well, kind of a punk.

One of his hands was on the desk, twitching absently as he searched for something on the computer. I tried to be as gentle as I could, but he still jumped a little and pulled away when I put my fingers over his own.

"You guys are gonna be here for awhile?"

He glanced over at Linden quickly before cutting his eyes back to me. "With Linden on the case? All night."

I nodded. "How do you take your coffee?"

He smirked, relaxing back in his seat. "Well, hey, Shorty. That's a little forward of you, but if you really wanna know- in bed, naked, with cigarettes and some eggs. Breakfast of champions."

"Holder..."

"Scrambled eggs, none of this over-easy crap."

"Holder."

"Fine, if you don't like eggs, I think I have some oatmeal or somethin'."

"Stephen." I was about ready to just leave. If he wanted to be an idiot, I didn't need to be there to witness it.

"Sugar. No cream. Linden gets-"

"I know what Linden gets."

I looked back once more when the door closed. He was already back to work.

It took me twenty minutes to get back. Along with the coffee, I'd gotten Linden a banana, more gum, and some of those protein bars people take for hiking and stuff. She really didn't eat enough. For Holder, I'd gotten donuts and cigarettes. I think I'd gotten the right brand. I'd only seen him smoking a few times, a white, crumpled package he always shoved in his coat pocket.

Twenty minutes was almost too long. They were getting ready to go chase down another lead. Linden was already lost in her thoughts, halfway down the hallways, so I handed the coffees and the bag of food to Holder.

"Sweets from my Sweet? You shouldn't have."

I ignored him as he poked around in the bag. He smiled when he pulled out the cigarettes. I guess I had gotten the right ones, then.

And I'd been right, before. He did have a nice smile.

Before he could make another weird, flirty/pervy comment, I cut him off. "Just... please make sure she eats something, okay?"

He looked at me, suddenly a bit more serious. "Yeah, Angel. I can do that."

"Good. Now go catch up with her, she's probably about to leave without you."

The smirk was back. "Yeah, you're probs right. You headin' out for the night?"

I nodded, the exhaustion of the day hitting me now that I was reminded of it.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the lot."

Fin. On to chapter three.