Tired

Reese thought for a long moment before taking Angelica's hand and kissing it. "I know," he finally replied. "But if things fell apart just because I left... then is the Elite really what it should be?" He was serious... he honestly didn't know if they were fighting for the right reasons anymore. "Maybe... our time has passed. Maybe now that we've made others aware the Agency exists, we shouldn't be trying to remain our own entity. Maybe... it really is time to fit the mold."

"Reese?" Susanne's voice came through the phone. "Are you with Angelica? The FBI is on the phone for you... again."

Reese groaned. "Tell them I'll be right there, Susanne. Thank you." After he heard the click, he finally got to his feet. Wrapping his arms around Angelica, he buried his face in her shoulder and sighed deeply. "I'm just so tired... All I want to do is go home and go to bed."


Zan stood back and just let Destiny do her thing, smiling as he watched and sipped his coffee. While she worked at the stove, he heard Jett stirring, and went to encourage him to clean up and borrow a set of clothes. Once breakfast was ready, Zan joined Destiny at the table and gave her a new smile. "Mm... you're a miracle worker. I didn't think there was anything worth eating around here." He was about to take a pancake, when he caught movement in the doorway.

Jett hesitated before stepping into the kitchen. Wearing some of Zan's clothes, he had to roll up the jeans pant legs and tuck in the t-shirt. But he wasn't going to complain. His eyes immediately went to the floor though, as he adjusted his arm sling. The side of his face was now fully bruised, and he'd bled through the bandage on his head at some point, leaving him a sorry sight.

Zan motioned him in. "Come on... Destiny made some pancakes."

Jett cringed s little. "Do you have to shout?"

Zan quirked an eyebrow. "That bad?"

Jett nodded a little as he trudged to the table and eased down, wincing a little. "My head feels like it's in a vice." He could tell it wasn't a hangover - it was his head injury - regardless, there wasn't much he could do about it.

"Looks like you need to switch out that bandage," Zan mused.

"Yeah, I... didn't know where anything was and figured I'd make more of a mess out of it if I tried to put a clean one on."

Zan rolled his eyes but let the matter drop for now. He wouldn't let Jett get away with that for too long though  and risk infection. He put a pancake on Jett's plate  then one on his own. After letting Destiny say the prayer, he poured one syrup and took a bite, sighing with satisfaction. "These are really good."

Jett took a slow bite and chewed a bit gingerly as the side of his face protested against his jaw moving. "He's right," he commented softly. He glanced up at Destiny just for a moment. "Thank you."