Agent Grantham vs. the Nap
Matthew knocked, but hearing no response after a few moments, he opened her office door. Mary was curled up in her desk chair, head resting against a jacket she'd rolled up as a make-shift pillow. He'd come in to tell her that nothing had been heard about Tom yet, but he couldn't bear to wake her, she looked so exhausted. She shifted in her sleep and Matthew couldn't help but smile as she curled up tighter, as though she found the air too cold for her liking. He slipped out of his sport coat, lightly draping it over Mary's shoulders and tucking the collar beneath her chin. She sighed, still asleep.
"Sleep tight," Matthew murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple before pulling away. He'd check on her in a few hours, hopefully with some news of Tom.
He slipped out of the office, carefully shutting the door behind him.
From beneath Matthew's jacket, Mary opened one eye, trying not to smile too big as she adjusted the coat, drifting back to sleep with Matthew's cologne tickling her senses.