The quiet tick of the clock on the wall filled the thick silence in Simon’s office, his tired eyes scanning over the same evidence as yesterday and the day before that. It just wasn’t adding up, why couldn’t he get a lead? Anything?

His thoughts were broken when he heard a soft knock on his door, catching him off guard. It was almost 2:30 in the morning, who would be up this late? His voice was gruff as he spoke, his gaze shifting to the door. “Come in.”

He wasn’t surprised when he saw you slip into his office, of course you would stay to help him out. He watched as you set down a mug of coffee onto his desk, muttering a soft, “Thank you,” as he rubbed a hand over his face.

He looked tired, felt tired, but something stirred in him. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie loosened around his neck and his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top. He looked like a hobo compared to you. That’s not how it should be- he should be the better looking one, he was your boss. Whatever. He huffed slightly, looking up at you with his bleary eyes. “Did you find anything?” He spoke softly, his tone a silent plea in hopes for a good answer.