Deny. Deny. Deny. That’s one of the things they teach you in the Academy and it can be applied to a multitude of situations. That’s what you were trying to do on this case that had sent you to Florida during their hottest month: deny the fact that the heat wasn’t killing you when it, in fact, was. And, to top it all off, the police department didn’t have any A/C. The heat had killed that too. Just your luck, just everyone’s luck actually.

For the past 10 minutes, you had been grabbing at the hem of your shirt and fanning yourself, trying to cool down while talking to Spencer about the geographical profile. That’s when it became abundantly clear that fanning yourself wasn’t cutting it and you stripped your shirt off, the tank top that was underneath suited much better for the unrelenting weather.

"Uh, I was just saying that the suspect's movements suggest a strong familiarity with the area, but— oh!”