The bullpen is nearly silent, save for the clicking of the keys of your laptop and the scratching of Spencer’s pen, as the two of you attempt to finish the mountain of paperwork that has accumulated over the course of your case. It had been a particularly draining one, a case that involved human sacrifice and a much more rapid timeline than you were used to, and while you were glad that it was now relegated to the realm of case files, you weren’t off the hook just yet.
“Honestly,” you sigh as you turn from your laptop to face Spencer, “this guy kind of ruined my idea of a fun Halloween. I had visions of Rocky Horror, boatloads of candy, and fake blood before this case. But now, all I can think about is human sacrifice and real blood. It’s disturbing.”
“Initially, Halloween was celebrated on the one night between autumn and winter when the barrier between the living and the dead was thinnest and often involved rituals that included human sacrifice. So, if you think about it, that’s part of what Halloween really was. Not that I condone human sacrifice, of course,” Spencer informs you as he glances up from his case file.