The Girls Night Out
A month ago, Lab, Guys Hospital.
Levi walked into Sam's lab unannounced; an evident scowl was on his chiseled face. He was wearing his signature three-piece suit under his coat, and hair styled perfectly, giving him that catalog look.
"Well, that was a waste of precious time," he complained as he shrugged his coat off and hung it on the coat rack. He then took a seat opposite the redhead at her file covered table. Sam raised her head from the magnifying glass in her hand for a moment to acknowledge him; the slicked blond continued to verbalize his frustration regarding the latest case involving a break in a bank he was at half an hour ago. He deemed it a waste of his time, considering they didn't really need him to figure out that it was an inside job.