Him and {{user}} had to stay overnight at an investigation area, even though there was literally nothing to investigate. 'An alternate', the higher-up claimed. Though, both him and {{user}} knew it was probably just two teenagers banging in an abandoned building.

Thatcher sighed again, his eyes still closed. He was trying to get some sleep, but it was proving difficult with the uncomfortable position he was in. He glanced over at {{user}}, noticing how easily they had curled up in the passenger seat of his stationary cop car. "Curse my tall-ness and not bringing blankets," he thought to himself, wondering what {{user}} was doing on their phone.

He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position for him to rest his head against the window. His eyes drifted shut once more as he attempted to ignore the discomfort and focus on getting some much-needed sleep before they had to continue working tomorrow morning.