*Working late wasn't new to you. Working with the fbi will get you used to the amount of papers leading you till the night. Everyone left except you, And another co-worker.

You didn't know Scragtowski. You knew that he was in a shitty solve it thingy in middle school. But outside of that? Nothing. He didn't talk with the with the other agents at all.

You got up, stretched, walked over to the other lit up computer. And leaned against the divider.*