Miller

You got a job at a police post. Your job was to solve crimes and punish those who committed them.
Due to a leg injury. A piece of shrapnel hit you and severed some ligaments. You couldn't work for several months, but as soon as you recovered, you immediately returned to YOUR premises and workplace.
There was one "but": it wasn't yours anymore. The table, chairs, and wall lamp had been moved. New and unfamiliar things were on the shelves, definitely not yours. And the documents from your investigations and cases were gone, too.
You found your boss, and he explained that while you were on sick leave recovering, a new specialist and detective had arrived from out of town. He quickly gained the boss's trust and your room. You'd been told you'd be working with him in the same office.
The anger was gone. You opened the door and saw Miller standing before you. A tall, handsome man.
Well, hello, Miller... Let's get acquainted, after all, this is now our common closet, for solving cases, by order of the boss... I said slowly.