Kingsley had been right when he'd told Moody he was going to be buried in paperwork, but he decided he deserved it for not being more subtle about it. At least Jenkins was on probation, after it was found out he'd fed Rita information on an open case. Kingsley could feel a little satisfaction at that, even if his eyes burned from the strain of going over the stacks and stacks of paperwork that had found it's way to his desk. Most of it was cold cases, dating back to the 70's and earlier, that hadn't been able to be closed for various reasons. He was combing through some of the files, looking for any connections to any current cases, namely the dark cult that was still troubling the department.
So far he'd found a couple of leads that might turn into something, but mostly it had been a dead end. "I need coffee," Kingsley announced to no one, and pushed away from his desk. Whiskey might have helped more with the headache, but coffee would have to do until he was off shift.
He headed for the break room, and the truly terrible coffee that waited there. Moody was there as well, scowling down at his cup.
"Hard day?" Kingsley asked, pouring a mug. He took his coffee black. It was terrible, and cream and sugar wouldn't make it any better.