NCIS:: Keep Quiet CH 17
KQ 17
BY: Wolfa Moon
KQ17
Jackson hated this. Being dragged into the police precinct, again. Asked the same questions, again. Where are they? What happened? Sat there telling him that his son had thought him to be somebody else. No clue where he went. Having to go through Ruth to place the ads. Even Shannon when she was here. Happy when she went to them.
Sitting in the precinct looking through the New York Times. Seeing no ads of interest. Smiling he watches the lawyer come in for his round of questions then depart back to his master. Reporting that there is nothing new. The man who Jet attacked scared on the side of the face as a reminder. Keeping his job on the outside of town. Driving through town to sit out front his house to stare at the place his little dark secret once resided.
Walking into his store to the emptiness. It had become a friend and a reminder that his sons are out there living life while he is there making sure it is safe to live. Doesn't mean he doesn't get lonely.
Sure he had his friends. But that still couldn't fill the whole in his heart. He misses his boys.
Maybe he will take a vacation. Get away for a few days. Go someplace public and open. Let them follow to be lost in the crowd. Hop a bus to nowhere, somewhere.
He misses his boys. Running a hand over the photo that sits on the mantel next to his wedding picture. His sons smiling side-by-side.
Maybe it is time for a road trip.
BY: Wolfa Moon
KQ17
Jackson hated this. Being dragged into the police precinct, again. Asked the same questions, again. Where are they? What happened? Sat there telling him that his son had thought him to be somebody else. No clue where he went. Having to go through Ruth to place the ads. Even Shannon when she was here. Happy when she went to them.
Sitting in the precinct looking through the New York Times. Seeing no ads of interest. Smiling he watches the lawyer come in for his round of questions then depart back to his master. Reporting that there is nothing new. The man who Jet attacked scared on the side of the face as a reminder. Keeping his job on the outside of town. Driving through town to sit out front his house to stare at the place his little dark secret once resided.
Walking into his store to the emptiness. It had become a friend and a reminder that his sons are out there living life while he is there making sure it is safe to live. Doesn't mean he doesn't get lonely.
Sure he had his friends. But that still couldn't fill the whole in his heart. He misses his boys.
Maybe he will take a vacation. Get away for a few days. Go someplace public and open. Let them follow to be lost in the crowd. Hop a bus to nowhere, somewhere.
He misses his boys. Running a hand over the photo that sits on the mantel next to his wedding picture. His sons smiling side-by-side.
Maybe it is time for a road trip.