The office was so quiet, he could literally hear the soft hum of cars passing by outside. Today, they had solved a case. Today, they had been paid. And today, Gus had managed to keep the check from his partner long enough to deposit it into their account.
And now, two hours later, they were back at the office.
And Shawn was asleep.
Sure, he had grown to love some of their cases… as long as he wasn't obligated to interact with bodies or face the barrel of a gun. Or be cried on by a hysterical woman… or man… or cross dresser.
But for him… the part of the case he enjoyed the most was at the end, when they could both relax, feet propped, and drink in their victory.
He glanced across his desk at his friend, head pressed solidly against an old case file, mouth slack and drooling. It was actually pretty photogenic. Grabbing his phone, Gus slid from behind his desk and snapped a quick picture, attaching the image to Shawn's number. Humming to himself, he wandered over to the fridge, retrieving a carton of orange juice. Without bothering with a glass, he tipped back, swallowing a few mouthfuls before wiping his lips and sticking the carton back in the fridge. Then, yawning, he finally returned to his desk, jiggling his mouse to awaken his laptop screen.
Across the office, Shawn mumbled something unintelligible. Smiling slightly, Gus pulled up a saved game. Lacing his fingers, he cracked his knuckles loudly as the screen loaded. Finally, the game was ready. Pivoting his neck back and forth, he clicked start.
Time to beat Shawn's record.
Then afterward, he might hunt up a marker and draw a mustache on his friend's face.
Life was bliss.