Jenny's still in the hospital and visiting hours are a bitch, so after landing and checking in with her best friend, she makes a trek. Not to the house but to a little place in DC, a place she knows she shouldn't visit. She hadn't expected it to come upon them this fast, but she's not surprised either. Her life is an open book to the US Marshals ( Read more... )

Liz isn't stupid. It isn't that she knows Jenny as well as she knows herself, but she can also count. A year ago, Jenny was pregnant and recovering from the trauma of being kidnapped. Now, she's pregnant and the memories have to be haunting her. She knows her own sleepless nights, her own dreams, her own refusal to acknowledge anything other than ( Read more... )

There's something in Jenny's tweets and emails that gets her hackles up. Something deeper than stress over the job and stress over married life with kids. It's that kind of twinge in her gut that lets her know something is just wrong, that Jenny is serious about taking off to Siberia if she can get away with it. So she does what she can do now, and ( Read more... )

She's leaning against the porch railing, a beer in hand, watching the lightning over the mountains. There is an amusement in her countenance that belies the turmoil of thoughts in her head. She shouldn't even mention what she saw to Jenny, she should let Jethro talk to her first. But, they are good for each other that way - to talk like this. Yet, ( Read more... )

Date: _____________________

He comes when he knows I’ll be alone. It’s a little creepy, actually. How he seems to be able to time it when I’m away from the kids or the other adults in the house. Usually it’s a call. “Hey, how you doing, can I do anything to help out?” Since the attack though, he’s been much more diligent. It’s like it was shortly ( Read more... )

She's sitting on the porch steps, watching the clouds roll in. There's a part of her that thinks tonight would be perfect night to pull out her journal, but she hasn't had much of a desire since Jen arrived. It isn't that she feels stifled, but there's a quiet completion (even in her longing) that hasn't driven her to write yet. It will happen. It ( Read more... )

She's moving slowly this morning ( Read more... )

It's been a morning ( Read more... )

Discharge papers firmly in hand, Liz waits on the bed for Jenny to come back in. Her friend took Marcos aside to talk about specifics, things Liz just didn't want to deal with. Fear sets in - what if John and Matthew ask too many questions? What if she ends up choking to death before someone finds her? What if Kort comes back? But she's never been ( Read more... )

Early Hours, Wednesday MorningHe creeps in, smirking. He contemplates locking the door behind him but doesn't want to obstruct any potential escape routes. He knows the Director has already called the Agency, demanding to have him pulled, but he's listed as Private Assignment. It's a need to know basis and she doesn't need to know. True, he hadn't ( Read more... )