Jen actually made it out of bed today, but she's still under the weather, so she only made it as far as the couch in the living room.  She's curled up with the phone, doing as she was told.  Dialing Davis' number, she stretches out on the couch and waits.

Jen feels like she fell into some kind of alternate universe for a couple weeks.  She's entirely aware of everything she did since Daniel's sleepover, but at the same time, she feels like she wasn't present for anything.  For whatever reason, she hasn't met with Dr. Davis recently, either.  The only thing she is sure of is she needs to go buy new ( Read more... )

Last week's session with Dr. Davis still has Jen turned inside out.  Tonight, after having too much to drink, she decided it would be a good idea to go for a walk around Washington.  Alex had insisted she take one of the 17-mile walkie talkies he bribed one of her detail agents to get.  He made her take her phone, too.  She doesn't have anywhere in ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

She feels like she's been bouncing around her townhouse forever.  It's really only been a handful of weeks, but Jenny is itching to get back to her office.  She's hearing horror stories about the idiot who is temporarily running things.  Just thinking about it makes her cringe.  But her doctor hasn't cleared her for work any more than the Feds have ( Read more... )

The hotel room Jen, Alex, and the dogs are sharing is better than some studio apartments in Manhattan.  It's suite style, with a kitchen and a designated sitting/dining area.  But Jen spends most of her time between the bed and the couch.  When she's awake, she's cranky.  The rest of the time, she's sleeping.  Her body is used to being awake at its ( Read more... )

She's alone.  And even if Mike Franks were in the room with her, she'd still feel alone.  They mix as well as oil and Burberry.  The air inside the diner is still and stifling, warmer than the outside and without the breeze.  But she's not nervous.  As the hours ticked by, she found an almost peace, an acceptance of what was about to happen.  Her ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

TO: All

FROM: Jennifer Shepard

DATE: January 17, 2012

SUBJECT: Agent Gibbs

Agent Gibbs is out of intensive care and is expected to make a full recovery.  You are more than welcome to inundate him with well wishes.  However, the next person who asks me how Heather is holding up or makes a remark about how sympathetic they are towards her will be

For today's prompt give us a list of five things you just would rather not discuss ever again.

1. This
2. That
3. This other thing
4. That one thing
5. And this thing