Rejection

Kirk came to a halt as Adison stopped him, and put his hands on his hips. His eyes refused to look at her though, and he stared at the ceiling and sighed. Depending on what Todd did now, he could be in a heap of trouble for getting physical. Never had he felt so manic. All his efforts to rethink things after last night had vanished. He was making a mess of things, his irritation was through the roof, and there was no real reason...was there? 

Finally he dropped his eyes to look at Adison, but had to wait as a couple agents walked between them on their way to a meeting. Everything was changing and there was nothing he could do about it. Which left him now with little to lose. 

With his aggravation still at a boiling point, he stepped forward without warning. Slipping his hand behind Adison's head, he closed the gap with no time for her to react. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her. Passionately. Briefly, but there could be no mistaking his intentions. 

Releasing her, his eyes flashed with a multitude of emotions. "That...is what's going on with me," he answered her gruffly. For better or worse, now she knew. He'd probably just ruined the best thing he'd ever had, but it was too late now. 

Spinning around, he spotted another agent coming their way. "Jamison - just the guy I need to see." He walked away from Adison, not allowing a chance for any more talk. He didn't want to face the rejection he knew would be there. "I need some help finding an item in the basement."

"Oh, sure." Jamison nodded and turned to walk with him towards the stairs. "Anything to get me out of that briefing with Barnes."


Rick set his jaw grimly and he shook his head. "I...don't know. I don't want to worry Jason - he's got so much on his mind the way it is, but... I feel like we should be monitoring him closely. Maybe I can just use his flashback as an excuse and we can avoid the topic for a while." If the unexplainable element was coming back, there was nothing Jason could really do about it anyway, and without evidence, what was the point in worrying the young man?

Rick's eyes showed the guilt he felt though. He knew good and well they shouldn't keep something like this from Jason. He deserved to know their concerns, evidence or not. Rick let out a slow sigh. "Yeah, I know. We need to tell him. I just wish there was a way to know for sure. The only thing we have to go on is when this cropped up in the first place, it started with flashbacks. Although it seemed to hit gradually with much more minor episodes. This...sounds like it was full-blown. Which may mean if we're dealing with the same thing...it may have evolved. I don't know what to do."


Laura filled Nate's travel mug with coffee, knowing he'd probably need the extra bit this morning to start the day. "I can bring you lunch today," she offered, moving about the kitchen. "In case you get wrapped up in work. Unless you need a break, in which case, I'll certainly welcome your company here." 

She came over to him and stood on her tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss. He looked tired and it bothered her. "You'll find the shooter," she encouraged. Glancing over her shoulder at the hallway, she paused, biting her lip. She wasn't sure Nate wanted to hear this again. "You might try Garret one more time." 


In the bedroom, Garret was wide awake. He was already getting used to when the house would go to bed and rise. The sounds were similar every time. The voices. The calm. 

Dressed and sitting on the bed as usual, he felt numb this morning. As if there was little point to anything. Why was he here? He couldn't even answer that question. His inner world had been flipped, and he didn't know how to pull himself back out again. 

His stomach growled. He hadn't accepted supper last night and Maggie had had schoolwork so even she hadn't shown up except right before bed to tell him goodnight. He wanted to get up now and go out there...see the family... eat breakfast...he just...couldn't...yet.