Mike immediately protested the moment those hands were over the map. No, he needed to figure it out now. This shit couldn't wait, it was important. It all was. The team before himself, the objective before anything else, and Billy just casually telling him he needs to rest?

Hungover or not (though thankfully gravol and tylenol helped that), Mike still needed to push through this. It was his job, and...

Oh.

Well.

"I'm trying to convince Briggs to give you Lauren's old room," Lauren, who hadn't even been mentioned once, but Mike didn't seem to notice that. He's slamming back the glass of water he has and putting it on the table next to the police file. Rising out of the couch to head upstairs. "So far he's not going for it."