She was tired of sitting here. She fidgeted a little. Sighed. Sipped from her water bottle. She never stopped watching the house. That's why she was there after all. This was the subject's home. Idly she tapped her fingers on her knee. This has to be the most boring surveillance job I've had yet. Suppressing another sigh she shifted in her seat. My butt is going numb. Wait. Don't focus on that. Focus on the assignment. These investigations might be their bread and butter right now but they sure didn't stimulate the same way the ones in their teens had.
She stopped herself from reaching for another drink. Investigators usually learned the hard way what happened when you operate surveillance alone and drink too many liquids. Then the petty little distractions were forgotten as a very familiar vehicle pulled up and even more familiar person got out and walked up to the door. "And what do we have here?" she murmured to herself, reaching for her binoculars.