Occasion

Reese looks up quickly at Angelica, taken by surprise. "Me? Wallowing? In my office? Surrounded by a million stacks of paperwork? Never!"

He shakes his head, giving her a weary grin. "Thanks for letting me know you're leaving."

At her invite to dancing sometime, a little color creeps into his cheeks. "Oh, I don't think you'd want to dance with me. I inherited my daddy's two left feet." He nods to the door. "Have fun. See you tomorrow."

Alone again, Reese looks down at his desk. A strange feeling surprised him. He wanted to follow after Angelica and take her up on that invitation...why, he didn't know. He could remember times Wyatt's mother tried to get him to go dancing and he'd always found something else for them to do. She'd called him boring sometimes, but they would laugh about it. But now... Was he really too engrossed in his work? Was he really spending too much time at TJY and not enough time getting out and relaxing?

He hears the outside door fall shut, echoing across the main floor. Well... he was here, he might as well keep working on this case.


Jason tosses some dishes into his sink, moves to the living room, throws a blanket back on the couch, a cushion back where it belongs, and grabs a pair of dirty socks to take down the hall to his room.

Hearing the knock at the door, he kicks a pair of jeans into his bedroom too, and yells. "It's open!"

Trooper bounds from Jason's room, down the hall and to the door with a deep bark.

"Let her in," Jason orders. "It's just Katie."

Trooper sits down and whines by the door, waiting to greet Katie with licks to the hand.

Jason scrambles to straighten a picture on the hallway wall, shove a pile of overturned magazines under the coffee table, and toss a dirty shirt back down the hall, almost making it to his bedroom.

Sliding in his stocking feet on the tile by the kitchen, he skids to a halt, breathless. A sheepish grin spreads on his face. "Hey, Hero." Spying the food, he quirks an eyebrow. "Mmm....you saved a frozen tv dinner an ugly fate."


Carson looks up from the stove, spying Jess. "Hey, Herb! Pardon me a second. I gotta go see what this beauty wants." Grinning, he comes out to the counter, leaning down to rest his arms on it. "I thought you were working tonight. What's the occasion?"