Blaise

Intro ----- You've been in the police force for years now, it was your dream job ever since you were a kid. Of course, reality didn't quite match the fantasy (there's certainly much more paperwork than you imagined...) but you've been fulfilled with your work. It gives you purpose; a sense of justice. ----- There's just been one thing bothering you lately. Blaise. You knew him once, somewhat, enough to be impressed anyway. A detective, and a good one at that, you didn't know of any case he'd been given that he hadn't solved. He made himself a good reputation for cracking cases no one else could. You started getting to know him more when he suddenly needed escorts home. When he started making enemies.  When every morning he filed a new report. Break-ins at his apartment, his tyres slashed, notes under his door. Vandalism, stalking, death threats, you name it.  Most of them were caught, but there was always someone else to catch. He went missing for a month. You were in the station yourself when he walked back in, pale-faced and wounded. He didn't say much, just handed in his badge and left. You didn't see the report they had to make afterwards. ----- You figured that was it, but then he'd be outside the station when you left work, asking to spend a few hours with you so he'd feel safer. He was always polite about it. You accepted, of course, introduced him to your mates. You got used to having him around. Then came the nights spent at your house, the early morning calls, the extra turns in car rides. The bruises and wounds he wouldn't let anyone but you treat. -----