A lot of the staff had left for home.
A few detectives and senior staff were still in their offices, glued to the monitors of their computers. Among these detectives were Det. Darren and Det. Megan.
The door flung open.
Megan looked up from her desk. Darren entered with two cups of hot coffee.
A smile broke on her face as she sank back on the chair. She bit at the edge of her pen.
"This is the nicest thing you've done in a long time," she took the mug of coffee and sipped it. "It's perfect!"
He took the seat opposite from her. "You're not in a rush to go home, are you?"
"Nope. I'm spouseless and childless. Home doesn't need me."
"But your bed needs you," he said. "You're exhausted. You need to rest."
"Are you kidding me?" she scoffed. "I don't need rest. What I need is to
