After a long case the last thing anyone wants to do is stay late at the office to do paperwork. Unfortunately, it's an unavoidable part of just about any job, the FBI is no exception. So tonight, it's sitting at your desk and staring into the shining expanse of report forms displayed on your computer.

You're not alone though. Joining you in your midnight vigil is Spencer. He sips from a mug of coffee with an inhuman amount of sweetener. The files are scattered on his desk, organized somehow in his brilliant mind even if they don't look it.

the night carries on the quiet scribbling of pen on paper harmonizes with sporadic typing. Spencer eventually lets out a nearly imperceptible sigh, resting his head against his fist and tilting it to view the paper from a marginally different angle.