There's a comfort and peace in knowing that Heather is downstairs working. He is lying in bed, exhausted, and far more sore than he'd like to let on, but he's home and he's alive. One more day where he beat the monsters and the demons and came home to rest ( Read more... )

In response to thisShe's checking email when she sees it and her nightly "don't worry" note to Abby is interrupted by her sister's rant on their shared community. She reads it once, then twice, and is torn between typing off a childish response and turning off the computer. She wants to respond, to write a pages long letter but it would fall on ( Read more... )

He's alone when it happens. Reading a book Heather left behind, the Laker game on mute on the TV. It's surprising how comforting sports have become through this. Mindless. He reads most of the time when he's alone, but having the moving pictures helps for some reason. He did the same thing after the coma ( Read more... )

He's flipping idly through the channels and watching the hands on the clock tick while he listens to the hiss and pop of the oxygen tube. He swears he can hear the IV dripping. This one was close, too close, and waking up to see Heather's teary eyes over the mask they had her wear the first time she came in to visit still haunts him. What hell had ( Read more... )

She's just about to wake James up from his nap when her cell phone rings. It's her generic ringtone and she'd let it go to voicemail but Leroy isn't the only one with instincts and her gut has been churning since that day he came in and told her Vance wanted him undercover. She barely trusts Jenny any more than she does Vance right now and since ( Read more... )

He sleeps in - his eyes don't open until eight AM and when he does wake, his body keeps him still. His legs still hurt and he's sure there's still gravel embedded in part of his calves and knees. There is light peeking around the edges of the designer blackout curtains and he can hear kids playing outside ( Read more... )

It's close to three AM when he finally climbs into his truck. He's exhausted, dirty, and knows he smells like at least three different levels of hell. His face is swollen - he hasn't looked in a mirror yet but the way the federale's fist connected with his face he knows he's got a monster of a bruise ( Read more... )

Into the lion's den for more than just first contact today. We'll see if I emerge in one piece.

He leaves the office right at 4:30. After his twenty hour Wednesday he can get away with an eight hour Thursday and this is an appointment that he actually can't miss. As much as he'd like to. Anyone with half an eye can tell that James is his son and Daniel is not. But he is willing to play along in the legal games that come about in custody ( Read more... )

Somehow, he's hungover in the morning. A night sanding down corners of the bed and then checking the internet only to find Jenny drunk and kidnapping dogs ... even Heather's starting to worry about her sister's sanity again. There's a part of him that misses this playful side of Jenny, the side that stayed up and drank any man under the table, and ( Read more... )