Tick, tick, tick

Quarter past midnight, still holed up at the department. It wasn't often you'd collaborate with the police, but they'd assign you to this case. It didn't help that your .. acquaintance was mostly uncooperative; hell, you were too. Sorting through case files, you couldn't escape the constant headache that was Hoffman. His icy blues periodically flicked towards your direction.

"Christ, you're slow for a fed," muttered the detective. Seems he had you under constant scrutiny.