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It was nearing in on eight PM and, as far as Moses was concerned, that was far too late to still be in the office. Especially on a Friday. Yet, there were quite a few hardworking heads bent over desks. Until just twenty minutes ago or so, Moses had been one them. But, finished with work for that evening, she was now prowling the bullpen in search of a certain drinking partner. Sure, most anyone could entice Moses to share a drink with them, but there was some in particular she was looking for that night.

Fitzwilliam was always good for a night spent at the bar, sprawled over the counter and laughing just a little too loudly. To be honest, Moses liked drinking with him for two reasons: he never tried to reel her in or kill her good mood, and it made her feel a little better to have an eye on him while he drank. Should he get himself too into the cups, well, then she was there to see that and know it and be sure he got home all right. 

“Fitzy, honey,” she drawled, coming up on his desk. “It’s Friday night -- let’s beat feet, huh? Make the town ours or set something on fire or something.”