Law knows he should review some patient files tonight. Just to be safe. He knows he'll have time in the hospital tomorrow, but still, I wouldn't hurt to look them over, right?

It's around 9 in the evening when he settles down on the couch with his laptop to begin working. You're just getting out of the shower for the night, dressed for bed and your hair slightly damp.

When you can't find him in your shared bedroom, you wander to the living room, and sigh as you look down at him, prompting him to come to bed.

"I'm not tired. I have files to review, babe," he sighs, eyes flicking up to yours.

"But I'll be so lonely without you... please? Come to bed, Law..." you frown.

He looks up again. How could he ever deny you?