#finntutuola

A/N: Short and probably not good but at least I tried :) --- Annoyed and with a headache you came out of the interrogation room with Finn and stood by your captain, who was already standing at the mirror glass and had probably overheard everything so that you didn't have to say anything. In fact, you didn't want to make a single note of yourself.

You heard the two of them talking, but the words became more and more incomprehensible as you tried to rest your head on your hands and close your eyes for a brief moment.

It was already 8am again and the first detectives arrived at the presidium while you and your team were working a night shift. You've had next to no sleep for the past few days. A serial rapist was at his best and as soon as you fell into your bed exhausted after work and closed your eyes, your cell phone began to rang; he had struck again.

The hand that was still resting on your back sat you back in the present and you looked into the brown hazel eyes of your boss and best friend. "All good?"

"Yes, just tired of being tired."

She smiled worriedly in acceptance and tilted her head to one side as she continued to slide her hand up and down your spine. "How about you take the rest of the day off? You've been working really hard the last few days."

"Not an option," you said with determination, took a deep breath and threw yourself back into the interrogation again.

Finn pointed his finger at you and already putting his free hand on the handle of the door to open it before he looked back to Olivia, laughing and shaking his head in disbelief. "Fuck, this kid is though."

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"Are you alright?" Amanda leaned in her chair for a short pause and looked over at you, watching how you threw yourself into your chair and pulled yourself to the desk with a little more force. "Yeah, why?"

It was already 2pm and you were hungry but there was still no time to eat or rest. You pulled a file from the huge pile next to you and tried to concentrate on what was written in it, but it just didn't work in your momentary state. Your attention span and patience were so short due to sleep deprivation that you didn't even had the sentence you just read in your head.

"You look mad."

"That's just my face." you cried out and leaned back into your chair. With your head back resting in your neck, you folded your hands over your eyes and tried to block out the world around you.

You didn't even noticed that Olivia and Finn had already returned from field work and were standing behind you. They too, like Amanda and Kat, had to laugh at your grumpiness and bad mood. They never took the way you talked to them seriously when you weren't the happy and smiling person they knew.

Instead, they took it with humor and tried to push you up even further, at least Finn.

"Man, I can't stand you being this grumpy." said the only man in the gang of girls jokingly and put a hand on your shoulder while shaking you a little in your seat.

He also didn't take it seriously, even thought it was nice to be able to argue with you without you being able to misunderstand it. In this state of your ego you weren't even thinking about what was said to you. At the end of each of these days, they always had something to laugh about with you.

"Then damn it, sit down." you stated before you heard the bags and wrappers. As if you had woken up from your trance, you looked around to find them.

Olivia, the only one who didn't like to see you like that, had brought you and the others food as an encouragement and reward for the hard work, which you could enjoy together as a family during a little break.

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After lunch you fell in your bad mood again and you weren't exactly the greatest detective someone would wish for when they were arrested. It wasn't better back in the interrogation room, there were screams, words and therefore some confessions that you could squeeze out of the perpetrators.

10pm rolled around and you still weren't done with work. Kat, Finn and Olivia already went home and announced the fight against the stressful day as a win while you and Amanda wanted to look over and sign the remaining files that piled up at your desks.

The silence that normally never existed in the open-office was no great help in the fight against the tiredness and even the soft music that Amanda had turned on did nothing more than threaten to close your eyelids. Again and again you fell into a micro sleep but you absolutely wanted to achieve your goal for today so you fought against it; not much was missing.

"Why are you glaring at me behind my back?" you asked the blonde standing behind you and put your pen down to write for the last time today.

Curiously you waited for a question or an answer from her, but only heard the scratching of a cardboard box. "Umm," she walked around you and stood by your side. You could literally feel her penetrating gaze on you. "You didn't eat my food, did you?"

This time it was you who laughed and looked up at her. You threw your pen in the corner of your desk and closed the file before you put your hands on your stomach, leaned back in your chair and put your feet on the table to finally relax.