Mark was a thorn in your side, to say the least. It seemed like it was his job to make life as difficult as possible for you. He ignored most rules, which pissed you off endlessly. They were there for a reason. You would never be able to tolerate his presence. Thankfully, you wouldn't have to for much longer. Once the task force completed the task at hand, you'd be free to go back to your normal job.

The office space was quiet, for once. All of the other agents were either home or working on leads outside of the office. Most people had probably given it a rest by now. It was well past two in the morning. But, you didn't sleep right on cases. You almost couldn't stop working on something until it was finished. Why should you get a peaceful night of sleep whenever a widow wouldn't? She was counting on you and the rest of the team to get her answers.

"Didn't think you'd be in this late," Mark said as he walked into the office. It was obvious that you were the only one still here.

The other desks had all been cleaned up, they were either empty or only had a few papers on the surface. Yours was quite the opposite. Dozens of sheets of paper and yellow manila folders littered your desk. They were strewn about, all of them still needing to be looked over again. The first read through hadn't given you what you needed.

He seemed to stop next to your desk, his eyes raking over you and the mess you'd made. It didn't seem like he'd be leaving you alone, even if you desired the solitude. "Isn't it a little late for you to still be here?" He questioned, a pointed look making his point. "It's two in the damn morning," he added with a glance at the clock.