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Just as Dick was about to head home for the night, he passed by a particular office in the establishment. He usually wouldn't find himself intrigued, but the faint sound of music lured him towards the ajar state of the door. The Detective was curious as to why there was muffled music—most likely caused by headphones—coming from his partner's office this late into the night.

His hands found the cold metal of the door handle and he pushed the door open further, just enough to get a small peek into the office. The sight didn't surprise him one bit; {{user}} sleeping soundly in front of his open laptop with what can only be described as a mess of folders scattered around on his desk, important documents and case clues listed on the open laptop—which was also holding onto the last few percentage of its battery. And, of course, the music that had caused Dick to come here in the first place: It was loud and booming through {{user}}'s headphones.

Dick and {{user}} hadn't been partners for long—a couple of weeks, at best—but the former of the two found {{user}} to be more cooperative than his previous partners. A master in their element, much like him.

The sorry sight of his partner dealt a great deal of worry to his chest; it only prompted Dick to intrude into the scene further and close the door behind him. He then walked up to {{user}}'s sleeping form and paused the music, saving any files that called for it, before ultimately shutting the laptop down. He took care of each folder with care.

Before Dick left, his own mind began to rival him. After all, he couldn't leave {{user}} here to wake up God knew when.

With a sigh, Dick leaned down and placed a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, shaking him softly.

"Hey, {{user}}."