✻ FC: Hugh Dancy
✻ ✻ Hex Code
#A1A1CC ✻
Kurt had never been a fan of mornings. It was made worse by the fact that he didn't particularly like evenings. He mostly preferred to work until the sun snuck up on the sky, wakefulness coming upon him like the strike of a hammer, whether he'd fallen asleep at his desk, or if he'd made it to his bed in time. This morning his alarm clock vibrated far too early for his liking, and in the moments it took for his thoughts to rearrange into coherent sentences, he buried his face further into the cotton pillow and groaned.
Today he had to introduce the counterfeiting taskforce. Which was probably not the name they were going for, as his tired mind thought it rather made it sound as though the agents would be
engaging in the counterfeiting than busting the ones who did. Later, when he woke up, he'd probably facepalm himself for having that thought. The boss had told him of the change in plans before he went home last night, probably hoping he'd be too sleepy to argue. He wasn't wrong. The casefile was still on Kurt's dinner table. He'd taken a brief look at the people he'd be working with before he fell asleep. He vaguely remembered Lucille's name, which was a godsend. They had always worked well together, and it meant he'd have someone support him. He'd recognised another name too, though he couldn't remember it. Someone from cyber crime, if he remembered correctly.
Kurt rubbed his eyes and sat up. Why they would need someone from cyber crime was beyond him, but then he hadn't looked at the details yet. By the time he'd stumbled his way into the shower, he'd forgotten all about it– he decided to grab a bagel from the canteen and head to office early. He made it half-way to the garage before he had to go back for his casefile, cursing under his breath as he unlocked the car.
"Right," he said, hands on the wheels, addressing the universe:
"Anything else?"The universe remained thankfully quiet, and he started the car. By the time he made it to the office he was still early, though not as early as he'd wanted to be. The report would have to be skimmed– hopefully he'd not miss any important details. Not that it mattered. If he messed up this case, they'd just have to put him back where he belonged– where he wanted to be. For now though, he grabbed a bagel and coffee from the canteen and offered his boss the most insincere smile he could muster as he passed him in the hall.
"Cheer up, Neill!" his boss grinned.
Kurt bit his tongue as he kept in a few choice words for him.
Finally, he came to the meeting room where everyone would be debriefed. He slipped the file under his arm and put the bagel in his mouth– balancing the coffee as he opened the door. He was quite surprised to see someone there already, and offered a muffled greeting around the tasty treat. As he managed to sit his breakfast down on the speaker's desk, he tried again:
"Hey, sorry– I wasn't expecting anyone to be here already. You part of the counterfeiting team?"