The Wilson's Double Murder Case IX

Present-day, Lab, Guy's Hospital

Sam collapsing in her Lab after three straight days of work was something she expected. And she remained on the floor, just breathing, closing her eyes for a moment longer. She had been working her ass off like she never did before, but all for a good cause. She had found semen days before on the victim, and after performing such a long delicate task, she had successfully replicated enough DNA to perform other tests. Now the only thing missing was a possible suspect that they could investigate. The ball was now on the three musketeers as she'd like to call Levi, Marco, and Davies' court. 

"Rough day?" She heard Levi's voice, and her eyes snapped open. There he stood, looking down at her pathetic state, how he got in without her noticing she blames on her fatigue. Compared to her, though, the psychologist was freshly washed and dressed as slick as usual. She, well, she did take a short shower in Guy's Staff Washroom.