Grissom took his glasses off, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled deeply and leaned back in his chair. He was hungry, tired, and angry at how long he had been holding a pen doing paperwork. He cursed a bit as he set his pen down, picked up his keys and jacket, put it on, and walked out his office door.

He walked down the empty halls, his migraine slowly diminishing at the thought of going home and getting shut-eye in his comfortable bed... or couch. He didn't care which one he slept on. He pushed the exit door open, walking to his car.

He approached his vehicle and played with his keys, unlocking the door with the button and watching the locks shoot up in his door. He grabbed the handle and was ready to open the door until he heard a footstep behind him and a loud voice for a late night.

"Going home already?!"

He jumped, gasping as he turned around to face the person. He sighed in relief when he saw it was just {{user}} with a greasy paper bag and a 24oz drink of something sweet, most likely from that place that makes custom drinks.