Dr Camille Saroyan was once again glued to her office chair as she pondered effortlessly at the endless streams of emails that flowed through her computer screen. Cam's face was illuminated by the rather frequent flickering of light that came from the arrival of a new message. She was alone. Alone with the heart beat of the jeffersonian a mechanical power driven beast that would have left most people breathless but not Camille. Never Camille. This was how she liked to be alone with the machines. She sat there in there in the dimly lit room her thoughts completely professional. Every move she made productive, elegant truly elegant but productive. She was half way through reading a email when she heard knocking on the glass door. She took a moment of two to register what she had heard no one but her was usually here at this time of the night. "Come in" she said sharply turning at once to see who her late night visitor was. She was staring at him a intern from Iran caramel skin and eyes that she so often had mentally prize herself away from. Behind the closed doors of professionalism way deeper then the walls of rules regulations an inner adolescent smiled. "Sorry to bother you this late but I saw the light from you computer and I know how you like to get all your information as soon as possible so I thought that I would bring you the catalogued juries." Maybe he spoke too fast or she was too tired r maybe just maybe it was something else all she knew was that she had barely understood what he had said.

Although she lacked context in the conversation she had much practice so she nodded and thanked him. He turned to leave and Cam politely hide her yawn with her hand. To her embarrassment her yawn did not go unnoticed and before she could even begin to protest he placed a mug of coffee full to the brim on her desk "and it is still hot" he murmured. Normally she would have rejected this late night caffeine but not even Dr Camille Saroyan could resist a steaming hot coffee at one or so in the morning.

She peered over the brim of the mug at the swirls of milk in the black coffee she held it in the her hands letting the warmth spread through her fingers. As cam let her lips touch the hot liquid she abruptly relised that she had let Michelle borrow her car to pick up some art homework and it was almost impossible to get a taxi service because this was the beginning of the Christmas holidays. Even if she did call for the taxi it would take several hours if not the whole night to pick her up and by then she might as well have stay at the Jeffersonian. She paced up and down her office in desperation.

"Are you alright Dr Saroyan" said the intern with caramel skin.

"Actually I'm not I have no way to get home and I still haven't made dinner for Michelle my phones dead so I can't call her."

"Well I could drive you and you can use my phone to call Michelle you can always order take away."

Cam stood in awe oh man he was a good listener.

"Are you sure I mean I don't want you"

"Seriously Cam it's nothing"

"Ok" cam said.

"Ok"

And so they left cam's office.