Sam and {{user}} were on their way to a case when Sam had the sudden urge as if they were missing something. He began to bite his nails which caught {{user}}'s attention. They knew what that meant and gave him a slight glance before noticing him reaching back and grabbing his laptop and a couple of books.

As he began flipping through the pages he let out a soft grumble, obviously not finding the exact thing he was looking for; Sam didn't even know what he was looking for but it was itching at him. He continued to search until he paused -- he began to type something onto his laptop as {{user}} parked in front of the police department, where the case usually always started for them.

When the car came to a stop {{user}}'s eyes immediately lingered over toward Sam, giving him a confused look. He put his finger up slightly as he continued to scan over the same page over and over again, squinting slightly until he began typing again.

"Just... give me two seconds," he muttered softly under his breath, concentration filling his face.