Late

Jason's eyes fly open and he stares into the sunlit room. "Oh, no." He glances at his watch. The beeping alarm had not woken him. "Crap."

Rolling out of bed so quickly he almost trips and falls, stumbling towards his bag, grabbing some clothes and skidding into the bathroom. Within five minutes he's out again, throwing on his shoes, not even bothering to run a comb through his hair. His foot up on a chair as he laces it up, he talks to Katie. "I'm heading out. I'm late. If Reese calls, I'm on my way."

Snatching up his jacket and gloves, he gives Katie a little wave and hurries out the door, bumping the doorframe as he goes.


Laura jumps, sitting up straight in the living room chair, her blanket falling off. Her eyes go right to the couch where Con is lying on his right side, sleeping. "Con! Jamie..." Laura gets up, and shakes him. "Con!"

Con is startled and sits up quickly, trying to bring himself out of the sleepy fog. "What?"

Laura's voice is desperate. "Jamie just screamed."

Con wastes no time. He's angry with himself for not being able to hear Jamie, and for being stupid enough to sleep on his good ear again. He sprints up the stairs two at a time to reach Jamie's bedroom and opens the door without even knocking. Seeing her on her bed, the fear on her face, he relaxes a little, knowing there is no intruder. But his heart still aches. He approaches her slowly and sits down on the edge of the bed to pull her into his arms. "Hey..." His voice is quiet and soothing. "You're okay." He rubs her back, rocking her gently. "It's alright...what happened?"


Carson turns his head as the door opens, and rises from the floor, brushing himself off. Finally something had broken up the boring atmosphere. "Yeah, well if you'd been in here all night, you'd probably rise early too." He goes for the cup of coffee with a nod of thanks.

As Nate discovers the jacket and questions him, Carson quirks an eyebrow and sets the cup back down to slip his hands into his back pockets casually. "Maybe you should ask the owner of that jacket. Either that or assume that I got myself out of here last night, planted bogus evidence and locked myself back in." He raises a cocky eyebrow, challenging Nate's train of thought.