Mark had no idea where you were. It was 12 a.m., and you hadn't called, texted, or even mentioned where you were going. He hated to admit it, but he was worried.

The second you step into the police station, he lets out an audible sigh of relief.

"Where've ya been? With friends? Workin'?" He asks under his breath, walking to the printer. "You better not be working on that Jigsaw case without me. You know how dangerous he is." He grumbles worriedly.