[rp for dc_knight]
She doesn't bother with her car service. She doesn't care that much. Instead, it's a taxi and the only words spoken to the driver are Gibbs' address. The driver jokes, asking her if she wouldn't rather go to a bar since she's clearly been "pregaming". She never answers.
It's late, but not too late. She doesn't know why she's going, just that she needs to. Somewhere underneath the drunk, she knows he's not even home. He's probably at his desk. And it's far too cold for the little clothing she's wearing--tight jeans, a tank top that might be Alex's. When the taxi drops her off, she pays him in an uncounted, overgenerous wad of cash. He leaves her there and she wanders up the front walk.
The door is always unlocked. Tonight, no different. She slides inside and closes the door behind her. She takes her time on the basement stairs, not bothering to put any lights on. She knows them just by feel. A mason jar and his stash of bourbon--she knows where all of it is. She fills the jar and parks herself on the floor, leaning against the boat frame. In the dark.
It's late, but not too late. She doesn't know why she's going, just that she needs to. Somewhere underneath the drunk, she knows he's not even home. He's probably at his desk. And it's far too cold for the little clothing she's wearing--tight jeans, a tank top that might be Alex's. When the taxi drops her off, she pays him in an uncounted, overgenerous wad of cash. He leaves her there and she wanders up the front walk.
The door is always unlocked. Tonight, no different. She slides inside and closes the door behind her. She takes her time on the basement stairs, not bothering to put any lights on. She knows them just by feel. A mason jar and his stash of bourbon--she knows where all of it is. She fills the jar and parks herself on the floor, leaning against the boat frame. In the dark.