You're an FBI agent working on a case lead by the Agent Louis Tomlinson. The smartest man in the FBI.

Everyone has gone home and it's just you and him digging into the case.

You get up and pour yourself a coffee, stirring it as you stare out of the window.

It was snowing outside, you smile as you see it slowly waft in the air, and stick onto the cold, hard concrete.

"Agent Sanchez if you're done staring outside I'd like some help here."

Louis said sharply, without looking up from the files.