Helpless

Even though he'd prepared for Maggie's enthusiasm, Garret was still taken somewhat aback by her energetic greeting. A little smile came to his lips though, despite his depressed state. "Eh..." he shrugged. "I guess I'm just a slow walker."

He followed her inside and hearing Nate's voice, cautiously walked to the welcoming doorway of the living room. He stopped at the carpet's edges though and looked down as his soaked clothes dripped all over the tiled hallway floor. "I think I better stay out here...before I ruin any floors." He glanced at Nate and Laura then back at Maggie. He felt like he was intruding. He shouldn't have come. He just should have gone back to the Elite. 

He shivered as a chill ran through him, then shook his head. "I probably shouldn't stick around with the state I'm in."

Laura glanced at Nate and cocked her head. Garret's character was such an oxymoron. He was a ruthless killer, but was worried about the rugs. Getting up from the couch, she headed out the other way towards the bathroom. "Take off your boots," she called over her shoulder. "I'll bring some towels. Nate, do you have any clothes he could borrow?"

Garret stood helplessly and blinked. Why would Laura go to all that effort? He'd only stay a short while anyway. He glanced to Maggie, then Nate, not even sure what to do at this point. 


Kirk just laughed and nodded. Adison was worth far more than even a quarter, and he'd tell anyone she was the best listener around. "Well, I won't keep you from stopping by. But if you do, you'll have to earn your food by helping me work."

...It was mid-evening and Kirk had changed into jeans and an old tshirt. He was sitting on his apartment's living room floor, a half can of coke on one side and an open pizza box on the other that still held three-quarters of a pepperoni pizza. Small stacks of paper were spread around him in a large circle, organized by names or topics. 

"Evaluate the Elite as a whole and its agents individually," the chief had said. "Scrutinize everything and everyone until you know the workings in and out, and can give me an accurate assessment."


Kirk sighed. He had sticky notes on each stack of paper with names. Dalton. He wouldn't be going there. Scott. Been there, done that, and evidence-wise, it wasn't good. Misty. Ah yes. Done, but without a real conclusion. Reese. Unfinished. Nate. Half finished. Sapphire. Done with a fair result. Jason and Katie. He'd put both of them in the same stack because their files seemed incredibly intertwined...but with a strangeness he wasn't sure he even wanted to tackle - something was there and he could feel it, but it was almost...scary. 

Other names hadn't been gone through yet. And as a whole? It was just as messed up as his explanation to Adison. Standing up, he padded to his wall to pull down a chart he'd been working on, that mapped out the Elite and a bunch of unanswered questions. Folding his arms he just stared at it, supper forgotten, and the loud music drowning out any outside traffic noise. 


Leaning his face in to Stacy's pal, Eric closed his eyes but nodded. "Yeah... I just...dozed off and had a nightmare."

He opened his eyes to look at her again before kissing her lips. "I had to find you to prove it was just a dream. Kinda unsettling though," he admitted. "This whole Agency scare got to me, I guess."