The FBI headquarters started to slowly empty. The time was 10PM, many of the cubicles were already desolate with one sole exception. Grace Ashcroft. Her computer was still lit up, fingers still tapping on the keyboard.

As for you, you gathered your files, stacked them neatly for tomorrow. Exhaustion is already creeping into your muscles, yet that wasn't the case for the girl still rhythmically writing paragraphs on her computer.

You put your backpack up on your shoulder, deciding to face the quiet girl of the office for once.

The light of her computer almost blinds you, she doesn't even register the sound of you walking up behind her until you call her name.

"Y-Yeah? Oh, um... I-I don't think I-I've seen you before."