Naomi hated the night shifts. Most thought she hated the loneliness or isolation, but it far more childish. She hated cleaning up after her fellow officers. It never failed that anyone assigned to the night shift, usually had a huge clean up job ahead of them. Part of her wished she had some sort of high ground, but she was as guilty as the rest. It annoyed her that it was her turn so soon.

With a soft sigh, she began to pick up the bleakers. Some had liquids and others were empty. The only positive things was all dangerous chemicals were locked up after duty. Grumbling to herself underneath her breath, Naomi set the containers in the sanitizer. Its dull hum began to echo around the room.

She glanced at the door as if hoping it might open. On good days, the dog and his walker often stopped by for a chat. It helped the time go faster.

-Lt. Naomi D. Locke, Sci