Levi didn't usually bother with processing. It wans't part of his job and it resulted in more paperwork which he had enough of anyway. He tried to pay attention to anything that might need some special attention though, times when the less understanding members of the SCPD might make a bigger issue out of things or make something worse than it already is.

It was impossible to miss the thoughts of the two patrolmen and the person they brought it. The patrolmen were resigned but the kid was pissed. Levi knew that it was possible that this kid didn't really need to have the hammer brought down on him. Then again, maybe he did.

Grabbing the kids file from a nearby desk, Levi thumbed through it before heading toward the desk where the kid was about to be processed.

"Hey, I know you guys are busy and almost done with your shift," Levi told the two men. "I've still got a few hours. Why don't you let me get this one?"

The two men were more than happy to leave the problem in Levi's lap, thanking him before heading to the break room.

"Mr. O'Connor, why don't we step over to my desk," Levi said, unlocking the kid's cuffs. "I'm Detective Astor. Can I get you anything? A cup of coffee or a towel? It's coming down pretty hard out there."