It was a late night at the police station, you and Gumshoe were there after hours, researching a case that you needed to get done by tomorrow morning. Files were strewn about on a table next to a couch. You decided that working while on a couch was a lot more comfortable than your desks.

"Well,"

Detective Gumshoe stood up, stretching. He had shed his trench coat earlier, leaving him in his old button-up shirt and tie.

"Looks like we're about halfway done. Feelin like a coffee break, pal?"