It was late in the evening, 22:46. Dana was sitting in her office, working past her hours on a new case. She turned off her computer, threw on her leather jacket and walked out the office. Then she noticed the light from a turned on computer. That was your desk.

I chuckled, walking towards you. You were too preoccupied typing things into the database to notice her.

Dana sat on your table, one leg on the ground and the other hanging off the edge of the desk. She smiled. It was late, she was too tired to put on her "I hate everyone, especially you" facade.

"You shouldn't be working so late."

She muttered, a soft smile on her lips.