Mm-mmm

Garret's head snapped up at the sound of Nate's voice. He'd had no idea he'd been standing there. Sighing a little, he shrugged. "Feel like crap." His dim eyes proved that without him even saying it. His fingers fiddled with the seam in his jeans pant leg. "Maggie's been sweet. A little misguided as far as who she thinks I really am, but otherwise..." He leaned his head back on the wall and closed his eyes. Maggie made him want to smile and made him uncomfortable all at the same time. "She'll hardly leave my side." 

He opened his eyes again and stared at Nate for a long moment. "One of these days, something will happen and she'll figure out I'm not worth her effort. But until then... I won't burst her bubble." Anything to not see those tears again. 

As a thought came to mind, his brow furrowed. "Did I...hurt someone...last night?" All he had right now was a foggy recollection of pinning someone to the floor. But he wasn't sure if it had been reality or a dream. 


Kirk just smirked and walked away from Tod, leaving him be...for now. The guy deserved what he got for blackmailing Adison, and Kirk had little to no tolerance for something like that.

Getting back to his desk, he tried to to focus on his current cases, but it wasn't easy between phone calls, a meeting with the DA...and his mind continuously wandering back to the Elite. He hadn't expected to be impacted like that by the little team...but he had. And he was worried for them.

By the end of the day, he was entirely worn out. Just ready to pack it in and go home, he was called, yet again, into Barnes' office. And a half hour later, he was back at his desk, now staring at his blank computer screen as he slouched in his chair, swiveling back and forth. He'd been too quick to think his job with the Elite was over. And now...he wasn't so sure he was prepared for this. 


"Nuh-uh." Jen shook her head and motioned for Jason to kneel down next to her wheelchair. Taking the bottle of gel from him, she squirted some in her hand then ran her fingers through his hair, smoothing it down on the sides, then giving it some short, messy spikes on top. "There."

Jason smirked as he stood back up and looked in the hall mirror. They were at Phil's getting ready for tonight's event. Phil was in the bedroom, Mike was in the bathroom, and poor Katie had been dragged along as the bodyguard, and had to wait for them to get going.

Jen nodded her satisfaction. "You gonna wear that shirt?"

Jason glanced down at his plain black tee. "Yeah, why?"

"Good. Keep those bluejeans on, but tuck in your shirt."

He smirked again. "Seriously?"

"Uh-huh. And wear your motorcycle boots." She grinned. "Mm-mmm."

Jason's cheeks grew hot. She did this to him every time, and every time she got him to blush. He smacked her - lightly - upside the head before turning to tuck in his shirt and adjust his belt. "Happy now?"

"Yep."

"Good, 'cause this is about all the preening I can take." He turned around and only now remembered Katie was in the living room with them. He gave her a sheepish grin. "Bet you don't miss this part of the old days. All us guys whining about Jen's motherly love."

Jen just laughed and turned to wheel into the kitchen to get a drink.

Jason recovered and sat down to lace up his boots before throwing Katie another glance. "You still alright keeping an eye on things tonight?"


Travis mulled over what Angel was saying, trying to consider all angles, but it was hard. There was so much to think about. Eventually though, he nodded. "Thank you. I..." He stopped, still undecided. "I need to figure out how to get my stuff from my mom's, prolly...but that's my problem." He knew he'd have to go back there and get his own things if he wanted them - if they were still there. And it would not be pleasant.

"So, um...if I do decide to stay for a while, I know it can't be for free. I don't have my own car to be able to drive into town for work, so...is there something I can do here to earn my keep? Or is that something I need to talk to Mick or Rosetta about?"