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Wyatt glances at his watch as his stomach growls. He grins to himself, just hoping that Scott hasn’t done anything too idiotic. He hoped Katie would be able to find a car…he could tell it was something that would make her feel good.


Jason eyes Jamie warily, catching the subtle reprimand. He forces a slight laugh. “Yeah…I should probably try to eat some lunch if I can scrounge up something leftover in the break room. Hal said there was an extra sandwich there if I wanted it.” He finishes his piece of taffy, his energy returning somewhat. “Thanks, Jamie. Appreciate it.” He stands up and heads to the break room.
Once there, he finds Hal’s extra sandwich and takes it to his office. He wasn’t all that hungry, but if he didn’t eat something, he’d be having trouble the rest of the day.
Alone again, Jason’s mind wants to wander, but he desperately tries to keep it in check. He can’t have an episode now…he’s made it half the day…he has to make it through the rest. Try as he might, though, images start popping up and he combats the emotions fiercely.
Finished eating, Jason leans back in his chair, trying to shift his mind in another direction. Work. The cases he’s supposed to be working on. The paperwork Reese needs to have done. More Advil…Jason puts a hand to his head, frustrated with his headache. He needed to call Terry to find out how Trooper was working out. He needed to get some responses back to Susanne. He needed to…
Jason is suddenly yanked from his train of thought as his lunch decides not to stay down. With barely enough time, he makes it out of his office and to the bathroom before throwing it up. After several minutes of physical distress, he groans in frustration, sinking to the floor as he tries to recover.


Email to the staff at TJY:

Hey, y’all, shhhh…..don’t let Jason know about this email! Con has been brainstorming and wants to know who all would like to be involved.

We all know Jason lost a lot in the house fire, and obviously most of it can never be replaced. But as an act of friendship from the staff here at TJY, Con thought we could all chip in and try to get Jason something that would help lift his spirits. It’s not much, comparatively speaking, but music is a little-known passion of Jason’s, and along with the fire, he’s lost one of his pastimes, which is playing his guitar and writing music. Con would like to try and buy a new guitar for Jason, if the staff can help.

At this point, Con doesn’t know what kind of guitar Jason would want, or what the best option is. (Katie, I’m going to need you to do some sleuthing for us, if you’re in on this!) But in the meantime, until we get that straightened out, email Con directly to let him know if you’d like to help, and we’ll see if it’s even a possibility.

Remember…don’t let Jason know!

-Laura


Cindy feels warm and fuzzy all over again as Wes’ lips touch hers, and she smiles up at him. “You’re too good to me, Wes…but thank you.” She watches him leave and sighs in content. Her world back in Nevada had fallen to pieces in her absence. But it just didn’t seem as bad when she had all of this here.