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"Oh my.."

"Mh.."
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The crunching of the dirt and gravel underneath me could be heard, I have the magnifying glass up to face as I search for our enemy spy. He had disguised himself as one my teamates and I will not allow him to continue this. God, oh how I hate Spy... My Spy included, He's such a sneaky bastard. He could be anyone and listening to your conversation at anytime, I don't trust the bloody bastard at times.

I quickly picked up the pace as I noticed little droplets of blood become more of a trail of it. Maybe it was the enemy spy, maybe not, I need to know! I abruptly stopped and looked around with my revolver in my hand now. And out of the side of my eye, I could see a Spy, my Spy sitting against the wall with his hand over his wound. 'Well shit' I thought, the enemy must've gotten to him already. I was cautious when walking over, checking my surroundings carefully. I placed my revolver back into my leg holster and began to help him up.

"C'mon.. Get up..." I said as helped him, I guess Medic was to far away for him. Spy didn't say to much, he just had this painful and faint look on his face. I'm generally shocked he hasn't passed out from the lack of blood already- but enough of being shocked, I need to get him to Medic, quickly.

We had barely made it away from where I had found Spy when I heard quiet shuffle behind us, my eyes quickly peaked over to see a our enemy Spy become more visible to my eye. He was creeping up on us with his knife in hand, my hand quickly reach for my revolver and aimed at him.

I clicked the trigger one time, nothing. Nothing happened. I clicked again... Nothing once again. I looked up at him and back at my gun as I continue to click the trigger repeatedly with a frustrated face. "What the fuck-." I grumbled. My eyes shut as soon as the Spy took the chance to lunge at us, but I heard a gun shot and a body hit the ground.

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"Well Detective? I don't think I'll make it if your standing there with your eyes shut." Spy said with a weak smile one his face.

"Oh- Yeah. Right... Just come here."

I picked him up and began running towards where more of where the shooting and battle cries were at, I turned the corner to see Medic finishing up a Uber. "Medic! Medic!!" I shouted out while frantically looking around for him.

"Ja? Vhat do jou nee- Oh!" His smile went to an 'Oh' face, I placed Spy down but still held him very close to keep him stable. "Alright, hold still for me." he told us as he pointed his medicine at us, I felt.. more... awake? My eyes wandered over to Spy, seeing that he started to look more lively than before. "Zhere!" Medic said with a evil grin on his face, I smiled back at him. I had realized that I was still holding Spy so close to me until he said something.

"You can let go of me now, I'm perfectly able to walk by myself.." He told me which caused me to let go and push him a little further from me. "Apologies." I scoffed quietly as he walked a away, 'I should thank him' I pondered to myself- 'quickly though'.

"Spy-! Uh- .. Thanks for the helping back there" I yelled out to him, he nodded his head and replied with a "You're welcome" and left without another word to do his own thing and so did I.

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There I sat at my unorganized desk in my button up shirt and untied tie. Tired, tired I was, not even a cup of coffee would keep me up. I couldn't keep my eyes open and began to doze off before a knock knock my door was made.

"Come in.." I said in a rapsy and sleepy voice. It's Spy, what could he want at this time? "Hello, I just wanted to say thank you. For saving me..." He looked so awkward telling me this.

"Yeah, you're welcome, Spy" I replied back to him. I sat there and he stood there, both awkwardly, unaware of what to say to each other. "Alright than... Have a good evening Detective" Spy announced to him before leaving his office.

"...Yeah you too, Spy"

It was clear that coffee wouldn't have keep me awake so I decided to get ready and sleep. Something I didn't want to do but here we are, I'm getting ready to sleep. I put my pajamas on and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Restless hours went by and I still found myself still up, thinking about someone. Eventually those thoughts turned into a dream, a dream about him, someone I hate, or do I hate him..?