Rachel glanced up to Gill's office. On seeing the DCI absorbed in a case file, a smile played on her lips. She remembered the overtime in Bristol last week.
"Overtime" she thought, out loud.
"Wha-?" Janet asked, not looking up from her report.
"Nothing"
Rachel drummed her nails on her desk, waiting for the others to go to lunch. she needed a cigarette. But she needed to speak to Gill more. When Janet finally left, Rachel jumped up to the door of gill's office. Barely knocking, she pushed it open and leaned against the frame.
"Got any more overtime ma'am?"