Grinning along to Hank's highly exaggerated tale of his drunken adventures, Nick felt her mind tugged towards the details of her latest case. The case had striked a match of nostalgia within her, the murder suspect being a teenager with a rocky childhood.

Hank, clearly noticing her distraction took a pause- waiting for her attention to redivert itself back towards him. When it failed to do so, he whipped a hand into her line of vision where she reeled back as if burnt. "You sure you alright there Nick?" His answer fell on deafened ears. After repeating his plea for concern a couple more times Nick suddenly met his eyes, turbulent seas of grey bore into Hank's dark orbs. "Nick?" Hank asked uncertainly. His partner then proceeded to dash out of the precinct – leaving behind his jacket and car keys.

"Everything alright detective?" Renard asked, his sturdy figure stood in the doorway of his office having clearly witnessed Nick's speedy disappearance. Hank shrugged in response. The captain simply turned his disapproving look towards the door and retreated into his office hideaway.

After a few minutes the blinds in the captain's office became angled towards the door, clearly to keep an eye out for Nick even if the man wouldn't admit it verbally.