It was already late. As Bigby stepped out into the cool night air outside the office with you he felt a slight shiver run down his spine. Should've taken the thicker jacket today. Slightly he pulled his jacket tighter around him. This case was gonna be a bit harder than usually since you barely had any leads—the only thing u could really do was investigate the area. Bigby's hand slipped into the pocket of his dark pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"I'd say we go to the motel and ask if they noticed anything off the last few days." Bigby suggested.

You watched as he lit himself a cigarette.

You didn't really know what to think sbout smoking. Bigby was only doing it occasionally—most of the time when he was rather stressed. And you never really tried it. Not sure if you wanted to.

After he took a few deep drags he let out a soft sigh. Then the cigarette was brought up to your lips, held between two of his fingers.