Shawn takes the hand and smiles before his face turns into a mask of concentration. "Alright, what do we have here..."

Squinting, Shawn lets his mind wander back and recaptures noted and filed details sealed in his memory.

Hallway. Board. Crime scene fotos. Names.

Lassy's desk. Notes. More names. Numbers. Files.

Lassy. Body language. Clothes. A spot on his suit.

Wait. Back to hallway. Another desk. Spilled coffee on the papers.

"Ohh! I'm getting something!" Shawn writhes and mutters a curse. "Ow! You... damn, how could you possibly miss the edge of that desk! Your hip is not happy. Same for your coffee mug."