Another late night at work. Great. At least you weren't the only one there- a few of the others had been assigned to the same grueling case. This particular one made you question whether or not forensic anthropology was the right job for you.

But despite it all, you always soldiered on, even if it meant surviving off of old cable re-runs and enough coffee to give an elephant a heart attack. With your clipboard in one hand, and an empty mug in the other, you made the trek to the coffee machine. Caffiene- nectar of the Gods

Eventually, your sore feet led you to the breakroom, to the holy grail of roasted beans. Although, there was something between you and your respite.

Zack Addy.

He had his back turned to you, facing the coffee machine. But he seemed to have sensed your presence, and without turning around, uttered a few words of greeting. You hardly ever talked to him, but it looked like tonight would be a long night. And so, in reluctance of having to interact with another human being at this time of night, you returned his small greeting.

"Good evening. You after the coffee?" He questioned, stepping aside. Zack turned to face you, smiling politely.