"Nine, at the latest." Normally, he'd go in early. Just for something to do, to make a dent in the stacks of files on his desk. He always managed to stay busy at work in Kentucky, but he stays busy in New York. There's more crime. More fugitives that think they can disappear in the city or make a break to Canada.

They never quite manage to get that far. Tim is very good at his job.

He takes a sip of coffee, no cream or sugar. It's warm and soothing on his throat, and he just hopes that it does the trick for the aching in his head. Even if it doesn't, he's always been pretty good at powering through.

He glances up, brows arching, mouth still against the rim of his cup. Matt's request is sudden, and it takes Tim a little off guard.

"What for?" He sounds genuinely curious. He knows at least of just about every officer in Hell's Kitchen. Made it a point to shortly after arriving.