Hathaway awoke with a smouldering headache; he reached over to his bedside table for a glass of water and knocked it over. He grumbled and pulled his head under the covers, hiding the sun from his bright blue eyes. Hathaway sighed, wishing he could stay this way forever- work was not a concept he wanted to think about now. His alarm rang '6am' and he slumped out of bed grudgingly. Down in the kitchen, he tiredly turned on his coffee machine, rubbing his eyes and yawning softly.
Thinking about the night before, he smiled and turned his attention to his warm, caffeine infused drink. 'I'll need this today,' he said to himself, gulping it down. Clothes scattered around his lounge, he picked up the nearest shirt and buttoned it up. His new purple tie hanged over the banister, picking it up he scrabbled it on messily.
'I wish it was 6pm already' he grunted, picking up a piece of his old kebab from last night.
His phoned buzzed-it was Lewis.
'Morning Sir' Hathaway grinned. 'Is everything okay?'
'Meet me outside mine in five, we have a case.'
