Elite material

After such a long day, the evening was nice. Kirk found himself having fun, and after a short while, it felt like the ice had finally been broken enough to relax. Ron really wasn't such a bad guy - he was still the same Ron that Kirk remembered, but had change enough that it was different now. Maybe all three of them were different. 

Playing pool, chatting and laughing, Kirk also enjoyed having Adison as his own in public. It was something else that was different...but a very good different. And he had to admit - maybe only to himself - that if it hadn't been for Ron's appearance out of the blue, he might never have made a move on Adison, then who knew where they would have ended up? 

Tonight, he was more careful and drank coke instead of beer, throwing Adison a glance once or twice to make sure she was keeping an eye on him as well. It would be all too easy for him in this atmosphere to make a bad decision and he did not want to head down that road again. 

After taking another shot - which was a lousy one - Kirk stood back and lifted his eyebrows at Ron's question. He then glanced to Adison. "Oh yeah. So that whole Garret thing? Ron kinda ended up at the Elite 'cause it was a whole big...misunderstanding." He gave Ron a wry grin. Now that it was over, there was just a little bit of humor in it. "Interested in the team, huh?" He cocked his head and thought for a few moments. "Actually, I was late tonight because of a meeting over there. Got to help inform everyone of all the changes happening."

He continued to think as Ron took his turn. Could he work with Ron? That wouldn't be so bad. How good was Ron at his job? He'd found Garret - that had to have taken some know-how. He needed to know he had skilled people on the team, though. One thing he did want to keep in tact was the way agents were chosen...which meant hand-picking them. Was Ron Elite material? 

"Tell you what..." He bent to take aim and shoot. Finally it was a good shot. He'd said he was lousy and he'd meant it. He'd lost every game so far, whether against Ron or Adison. "You're gonna be here one more day, right? How about you join me, Adison and Sam tomorrow when I take them to see the Elite? Get a different perspective when your head's not spinning. And maybe I'll run the idea past Reese. See what he thinks." He was already bringing himself and two - maybe three - FBI agents into the mix. And though he had every right to do so, he'd rather not step on any more toes than necessary. Fitting into the Elite wasn't for everyone - he'd learned that very quickly. 

He straightened again and nodded, half in business mode now. "Come prepared to tell us why you'd be an asset. Timing is good since we're in flux now." 


"That makes total sense," Laura agreed. "I would hardly think it was someone he used to know, though. I mean...he had no friends, and from what I saw online, this John person is just your average family man, living in Massachusetts." She bit her lip and gave Nate a sheepish grin. Yes, she'd done her own little investigating after discovering the Facebook page. 

"I guess with Garret, I'm just a little leery of mysteries since he's got such a...different background. I don't think he'd do anything on purpose but I wouldn't want one wrong move put our family in danger." Witnessing the episode with Ron had been bad enough, and that had been mild compared to what could potentially happen. 

Wrapping her arm around Nate, she gave him a squeeze. "I'm gonna fall asleep on you if we stay here," she admitted. "You wanna go to bed or are you still too awake?"


It was dark. Cold. Gunner pulled his jacket around him a little tighter as he curled into himself behind the steering wheel. He'd been on the road all day, but without using a straight line, the distance created wasn't all that great. He was at some park...he didn't know where. It was as good a place as any to stop for a few hours. Without a destination in mind, it was difficult to even consider a time frame though. Had he eaten supper? He couldn't remember. It didn't matter anyway. Nothing mattered. Not anymore. He'd destroyed anything he'd had left, so now, everything he did was...pointless.

He closed his eyes tight and tried to block the erratic emotions and thoughts that plagued his mind. He just needed to think. Sort it out. Keep moving. That was all.