Errand?

Kirk glanced over the map and tried to wrap his head around what was going on. He wasn't going to hold everyone up with too many questions though - he'd figure it out.

He nodded to Nate. "You got it." Maybe if he helped today, it would serve as a step towards being a part of the team and having them trust him.

It wasn't long before everyone was dispersed, and all too soon it was show time. The whole team was already gone, having left one or two at a time at different intervals in an attempt to not arouse suspicion. Jason headed out with Katie for lunch, getting their food and arriving to the park without incident. It was maddening, not having a clue when the sniper might strike. If he didn't strike today, how many times would they have to do this?

Jason sat next to Katie at a picnic table and picked at his food with a chopstick, trying to eat while feeling nauseous. He sighed and glanced around the park, doing his best to act as though they were no more on alert than normal. "This really sucks, ya know?" He took a small bite of pork. "The situation, not the food," he clarified. "What if this is all for nothing? If we come back empty-handed, Reese is gonna flip."


Not too far away at another table, Kirk sat, reading a book and sipping coffee. He was the nearest of anyone, not part of the net to catch the sniper but hopefully would be able to see enough from here to at least give the others an inkling of where to aim if something happened.

"Couldn't be quieter out here." Pete's voice came over the coms. He was several blocks away with Jamie, browsing the windows of gift shops.

"Where's Con?" Wyatt asked. "I don't see him on the roof where he belongs." 

Pete chuckled. "Good. That means the sniper can't see him either. Nate? How are things at your end?"


Sinking down in a chair in the break room, JT sighed and closed his eyes. It had been a long night, and all he wanted was to go home, put on his sweats and crawl into bed to sleep for about a week straight. 

Hearing footsteps beside him, he didn't even open his eyes, but reached out to grab Amanda around the waist and pull her into his lap. "Mmm... you're warm." He buried his face against her shoulder. "If I'm still alive by tonight, you wanna do supper?" Managing to find time for dates between their schedules was getting to be ridiculous...and frustrating. Both always talked about making changes but it just never seemed to happen. 

Feeling a buzzing in his pocket that interrupted them, he sighed. With Amanda on his lap though, it took him too long and he missed the call. "Drat. It was Bree. Wonder what's up." He waited a few moments, knowing she'd probably leave a voice message, and she did.

Though one hand was busy with his phone, the other gave Amanda a teasing squeeze. As he heard Bree's strained voice though, all playfulness fled. "Oh no..." He stood quickly, letting Amanda slide off his lap. "I gotta go. Gunner's gone again, and who knows what he's gonna do. I'll have to call you later." 

Leaning into her, he gave her a quick but deep kiss as a promise of the attention he'd give her when he could, then was out the door. It didn't take him long to get out of his scrubs and into his normal clothes, then headed straight to Gunner's. Parking and going inside, he looked around for Bree, finding her in the kitchen.

Seeing the panic on her face and the tears in her eyes was like a knife to his heart. Why did Gunner keep doing this to her? It made him sad and made him angry. Not saying anything at first, he simply wrapped his arms around her in a strong hug. "It's gonna be okay," he assured. "We'll find him. How do you know he didn't just run an errand?"