Mared found herself alone in the office room with Tom, as he was taking down photos from the case wall.

"Tom?"

Tom glanced at her.

"Can we talk?" She asked.

Tom nodded.

"Look, I think I may have been responsible for...your...being called in to Prosser's office...and...I...wanted to apologise for that. Her words slowed and sped up again, as she was interpreting his facial expression and reaction.

"What happened in the break room today..."

"Oh...no, don't worry, Mared. It's not your fault. You were only trying to help." Tom answered her apology but also wondered what made Mared, to his mind, almost guess at the reason for Prosser's questioning.

"It may have been a bit unprofessional of me, and I'm sorry." Mared continued.

"Well, I don't see it that way, so what are you apologising for? It's not necessary."

She slightly smiled and then started to help him pack away the case photos.

"It's late, Mared. I can do this. You go."

"It'll be done faster if I'm helping. The sooner this is finished, the sooner you can go home to rest." Mared said to him. "You need to rest to recover properly. Please, promise me you'll get some sleep."

Tom chuckled mocking that thought.

"I'll try." He bargained.

"Good." She smirked.

"I appreciate that you are such a caring person. That's a wonderful quality about you, Mared." Tom told her.

Mared felt herself blushing.

"I naturally worry." Mared answered.

"Well, I will be fine. I don't want you to." Tom responded.

"Well, if there is ever anything you need, you can call me, you know. Just..." she paused, "know that." Mared spoke tenderly.

...

"Good night, Tom."

"Good night, Mared." They wished each other after Tom and Mared walked out to their cars.