[I]"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness."[/i] 

Detective Johnson had arrived painfully early for her shift, mainly because she was trying to avoid her parents. It was all well and good moving back home when your life fell apart, but it was not okay when your parents started treating you like a fifteen year old all over again. Still, the cafeteria served a good breakfast, and she could eat without anybody twittering in her ear about the menopause or what the neighbour might be doing to their garage. 

The blonde took a seat at her desk and shuffled a few things around. There wasn't really a dress code when you hit that level, and Harper was rocking a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and and old navy blue College hoodie. The unruly blonde hair was pulled into a messy topknot, and leopard print converse completed the look. 

"When did you get in?" 

Devin amused Harper greatly. He sorta' just haphazardly bumped through his day. It was an entertaining spectacle, but he was also pretty frustrating with his lame jokes and inability to do things the way they were supposed to be done. There were certainly worse partners to have.