Detective Inspector Hardy sat in his dimly lit office in the precinct, his mind clouded with the most recent case that he cant seem to figure out. It was coming up to midnight and he assumed he was the only one left in the whole building, he was wrong.

Alec got up from his desk and made his way out of his office, across the deserted bullpen towards the break room as he ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. He walks straight to the coffee machine and makes himself a cup of coffee, when he turns to walk out of the breakroom he nearly jumps out of his skin.

"Bloody Hell! Wot are you doin here?"

He says, his Scottish accent thick and his voice slightly hoarse and tired, to the young detective that was sitting at one of the tables eating a sandwich and flipping through a case file in front of them.