A hot cup of coffee and two Baby Ruths in hand, Henry was on his way back to the desk - purposefully taking the path past the Chief's office just to peek in and see how her load was going. He knew all too well what she was dealing with, and quite frankly regardless of Lassiter's whining that Henry would be next in line he didn't want the gig.

"Hey, working dinner shift?" He didn't bother knocking, the door was partially open anyway.