[RP for dc_knight]
It's late when Jen finally ends up at home. She's tired. Her fingers ache. And if it were Friday night instead of Thursday, she'd already be halfway to drunk. But she sighs as she drops her bag by the door and wanders into the study. She rifles through the mail that was left on the desk, though nothing catches her eye as being immediately important.
As she stands there with her fingertips pressed into the desk, she feels distracted, aware of how big and empty her townhouse is even if it actually isn't. She knows Alex is upstairs and assumes Dog must be, too. But it's just so quiet. She's alone with her thoughts and her heartache.
There's a gaping hole in her heart and she's desperately trying to fill it with anything she can. Dog and Alex come close. But not quite. So before she realizes what she's doing, she's taking her cellphone into the living room and dialing Gibbs' number in California.
As she stands there with her fingertips pressed into the desk, she feels distracted, aware of how big and empty her townhouse is even if it actually isn't. She knows Alex is upstairs and assumes Dog must be, too. But it's just so quiet. She's alone with her thoughts and her heartache.
There's a gaping hole in her heart and she's desperately trying to fill it with anything she can. Dog and Alex come close. But not quite. So before she realizes what she's doing, she's taking her cellphone into the living room and dialing Gibbs' number in California.