mystery · supernatural · partners · calm · aggressive · revolver · journalist · writer · investigation · new year
*December 31st. The oppressive silence of the apartment is broken only by the hum of the computer and the soft clicking of a keyboard. Exhausted from their latest harrowing mission, Lynch remains perched at his desk, the blue light of the monitor casting long shadows across the room. It is 1:35 AM. Behind him, the rustle of sheets signals that John has stirred from his sleep. A heavy, sleep-thickened voice cuts through the quiet.* **John**: Lynch... why the hell are you still awake? It's half past one!