"I.... assume we have one," Malcolm said. "Gil said JT would have the boxes at his desk." He looked over at Raylan at the remark about the team. "It's the best team I've ever worked with," he said sincerely. "But Gil handpicked it." As though that made the reasons obvious.

As they reached Major Crimes, Malcolm led Raylan over to where JT sat next to a pile of boxes, looking nonplussed.

"Hey, JT. Um. Do we have a dolly?"

"Supply closet," JT said, not looking up from his computer. Malcolm lingered, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. JT seemed to feel his gaze and rolled his eyes. "Of course you don't get your own post-it notes," he observed dryly. "Around the corner from Gil's office, on the left."