It was a weekend that the SCU was not on call.

When five o'clock Friday hit, the bullpen cleared out like it had been gassed. Lisbon's office went dark. Except for distant noises from another unit, all grew quiet on the fifth floor.

He put his tea on the table and picked up a book from the TBR pile before settling on the couch. Another human psychology book to be scoffed at. Arrogant doctors!

The pages flew past. He turned on the lamp to continue reading. The big, empty room was quiet like a tomb.

God, how he hated weekends!