On The Other Side
Jimmy McCarron leaned back in his chair, staring off into space. T.J. McCabe walked through the room and glanced at him, not having to ask why McCarron was in a bizarre state of mind. Days earlier, T.J. - sober, straightened out, and now a successful SWAT cop studying for his sergeant's exam thanks to one move pulled by an absentee CTU agent - had decided to go visit his estranged brother Miles in Boston. To T.J. it was the last fence he needed to mend.
He'd been surprised when McCarron had insisted on coming with, but then the surprise had faded and that was why he'd agreed to let his best friend come along. Jimmy partly wanted to make sure T.J. was okay, but months later he didn't have to nursemaid him anymore. No, Boston wasn't too far from Princeton, New Jersey, where Brittany now made her home. He was going to call her. He wanted to see her. To make sure this insane risk of hers had all worked out.
McCarron had settled into the role of playmaker that she'd turned over to him, and things were going decently, but the traffic was nowhere near what it had been when she had made the connections. They'd lost Tom Quinn, for one, and for two they just didn't connect so much without her there. He spent most of his time devoted back to his work as a homicide detective...but he missed the flashes of difference. Faith was in Boston, or so he heard. He wanted to see her, too. Imagined he'd have to tell her everything about the London trip, Brittany's new boyfriend, her sudden departure...didn't know what she'd say.
He sighed and picked up the phone, dialing the cell phone number she'd given him and wondering if it was still the same. Very little else was in his life anymore. Only now did he realize he cared about that.
He'd been surprised when McCarron had insisted on coming with, but then the surprise had faded and that was why he'd agreed to let his best friend come along. Jimmy partly wanted to make sure T.J. was okay, but months later he didn't have to nursemaid him anymore. No, Boston wasn't too far from Princeton, New Jersey, where Brittany now made her home. He was going to call her. He wanted to see her. To make sure this insane risk of hers had all worked out.
McCarron had settled into the role of playmaker that she'd turned over to him, and things were going decently, but the traffic was nowhere near what it had been when she had made the connections. They'd lost Tom Quinn, for one, and for two they just didn't connect so much without her there. He spent most of his time devoted back to his work as a homicide detective...but he missed the flashes of difference. Faith was in Boston, or so he heard. He wanted to see her, too. Imagined he'd have to tell her everything about the London trip, Brittany's new boyfriend, her sudden departure...didn't know what she'd say.
He sighed and picked up the phone, dialing the cell phone number she'd given him and wondering if it was still the same. Very little else was in his life anymore. Only now did he realize he cared about that.