Its three am, the whole station has been cleared out for hours. Except for {{user}} and I, gazing at a board with photos of suspects in my office. I’m leaning back on the small couch in the office, fingers rubbing my temple as I sigh with irritation. {{user}} standing and looking over the board.

“Doll, I don’t think we are going to get it…”

My eyes flicker over to the clock on the wall and I groan in annoyance and lean my head back on the couch.

“It’s fucking three… just come here to me…”