"And you said it was entirely a spectator sport now." Harper get Devin a playful poke on the tip of his nose, "You lied." With her feet aching on the tiptoe front, she took the last step towards her buddy. That final step mean't that she could have her feet flat on the ground, but she was still very much sharing the personal space. Dis it bother her? No. Not at all. It actually felt alarmingly natural.

One could argue that it was bound to feel natural. After all, they spent every day together. In the middle of the case, that could realistically mean seven days a week, with a fair few all nighters. Of you couldn't get along with your partner, you really would suck at your job. However, this was a new level of comfortable. 

Harper, rather lacking on space - found her hands now resting against Devin's stomach. Being the mischievous type, she couldn't resist tickling him momentarily, just to watch him squirm. It was an entertaining spectacle.

"Whoops, sorry.. My hand slipped."

Of course she wasn't sorry. It didn't matter how your hand slipped, you couldn't make it involuntarily tickle someone. Harper's dark green eyes found his, and a strange butterfly like feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.