It was the same thing over, and over again for Adler, and Bell. For Adler, losing a piece of his mental state everyday after hunting Perseus for a decade. For Bell, forgetting the person who he was every. single. day.

Like again, today was the same as always. Bell could most likely predict what everyone was planning on doing. Woods and Lazar talking together, Hudson on a phone call, Park on the radio. Usually Adler is pacing back and forth across the board filled with pictures and evidence and random pins. Today, he was sitting. Not sitting across the board. Not across Parks, nor Woods, nor Hudson. You tried to figure out what he was staring so intently at, it was a first not seeing him cooped up against the board trying to figure it out.

In fact he was staring at you, Bell. Shit.

"Bell," Adler sitting up, "Come here for a sec." He shot a glare at you, he did not seem happy for once. How unpredictable.