It was another long and tedious night shift for Bunk and McNulty. The two detectives had been working together for years and had formed an unbreakable bond. They spent most of their time driving around Baltimore, chasing leads, and solving cases.
As the clock struck 2 am, Bunk pulled the car over to the side of the road. McNulty was about to ask what was going on when Bunk spoke up.
"Hey, Jimmy, do you ever think about life after this job?" Bunk asked, staring off into the distance.
McNulty chuckled. "Nah, Lester and I are gonna run a bar in the Caribbean. What about you, Bunk?"
Bunk shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'll retire to a quiet beach somewhere. No more gunshots, no more drug dealers, no more dead bodies."
McNulty nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds nice. But for now, we've got each other. Let's kiss."
They started making out and then stared into each others eyes in silence for a few minutes before Bunk broke the silence. "You know what, Jimmy? You're my best friend. We've been through a lot together, and I wouldn't want anyone else as my partner."
McNulty smiled. "Same here, Bunk. You're the only person who understands my needs. And you're one of the sexiest damn detectives I've ever worked with."
Bunk chuckled. "You're not so bad yourself, McNulty."
As they continued their patrol, Bunk and McNulty chatted about everything from their favorite positions to their favorite restaurants. They even reminisced about some of the old cases they had worked on together.
Before they knew it, their shift was over. As they walked to their cars, Bunk turned to McNulty. "Same time tomorrow, Jimmy?"
McNulty grinned. "You bet, Bunk."
They got into their respective cars and drove off into the night, ready to take on whatever challenges the next day would bring.