Adams pov

I sighed heavily as I typed on the computer. Writing up reports is easily the worst part of my job. I don't want to be stuck behind a desk. I wanna be out on a case being a badass!

"Everything alright sir?" lute peaked over my shoulder. The two of us had actually become friends after the concert. She's actually pretty cool.

"Oh nothing. These reports are just so fucking boring" I groaned "would you do them for me?"

"I have my own reports to do sir" she shook her head "so does everyone else in the station. You're not special"

"I'm the sheriff. Sounds pretty fucking special to me" I shrugged.

"You're impossible" she laughed. I cracked a smile. She really does have a nice laugh.

Whispers started to fill the room. The two of us strained to listen.

"Are those two getting along?"

"Normally they'd be at each other's throats by now"

"Did something happen?"

"You know what I think?" Our obnoxious co-worker mamon said loudly "I think little miss perfect got frisky with the boss man to secure herself a higher position. Classic women am I right?"

"That piece of shit!" Lute was fuming but I reacted faster than she did, grabbing him by the shirt.

"Hey fucker!" I spat "you seem to want to talk a lot of shit. Would you like a personal lesson on police brutality?"

"N-no sir" he stammered.

"That's what the fuck I thought" I threw him back in his seat "back to work assholes!"

"Yes sir" they chirped as I walked back to my chair.

"To think he'd insinuate that I'd do something so slezy. That he can't fathom that I got here by my own merit" she ranted angrily.

"Relax" I turned to her "He's just an insecure virgin that knows he'd never stand a chance getting with a hottie like you. Don't let him get under your skin"

"You're right. Thanks for standing up for me" she smiled softly.

"Don't mention it" I shrugged as I turned back to my monitor. Maybe the reports aren't the worst part of my job.