Ratrace

Mick smirks at Dan's remark. "Forget to tell Rosetta goodbye? I'd never live it down."

Wandering over to Rosetta, he pulls her into a hug, not caring what he was interrupting. Planting a kiss on her forehead, he squeezes her tight before letting her go again. "Dan and I are heading out. We'll be gone a few hours. If we don't show up by supper, send out the troops."

Turning around he reaches down to give Katie's shoulder a pat. "Hey, kiddo. Keep an eye on your aunt today, eh?"


Scott can't help his smile that spreads. He'd come a long way, but he had a long way to go yet. But it didn't matter. He had a feeling there was a new beginning her that he wouldn't ever have even guessed at. "Me too."

All too soon, their morning is over. Scott had asked Hope to simply drop him back off at home. He hadn't told her that he was having trouble going back to work... she had enough to worry about.

Getting out of the car, Scott comes around to her side of the car, having her roll down the window. "Let me know how things go today, alright? Just call me here... I'll pick up."

Leaning down, he looks at her for a few moments before cocking his head and giving her lips a tender kiss. "Thank you... for everything."


JT yawns and stirs his cup of hot tea until there's enough flavor and he takes the bag out. Shuffling to his living room, he sinks down into the couch, closing his eyes with a deep sigh. He'd worked overtime, and on the graveyard shift to boot. But he couldn't rest for too long. He had errands to run, and Bree was coming over too. He was going to look over the case she had at her hospital, and had invited her for a bite to eat too.

He takes a sip of tea, letting the warm liquid slide down his throat. Some days he hated this ratrace, and other days he loved it. Today it just made him tired.


Jason leans his head against the window of Con's truck, bored out of his mind. This stakeout wasn't turning out like they'd planned.

His cell phone felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket. Call Katie... call Katie... no, he wasn't. If she wanted to talk, she'd let him know. He was going to let her be.