A/N I realize that it is short, but I will try to make the chapters longer, I hope you like it.

December 26th- Bullpen

The bullpen was quiet; only two agents were in the room that was covered in tinsel, which was falling down. The Christmas tree in the corner looked like it had taken days to decorate, when it would take only minutes to dismantle.

Bobby Manning and Dimitrius Gans heard heavy footsteps coming from the hall and looked warily at each other. They both watched as their good friend, Special Agent Jack Hudson, walked solemnly into the bullpen.

He didn't look good, especially for a man who'd just spent the holiday surrounded by family. He seemed almost depressed. His face was unusually pale, and the dark circles under his eyes reflected a man who hadn't slept for many days.

"Morning, Sparky. How was your weekend?" questioned Bobby cautiously. He knew what was going on, but hoped that this year he might be able to snap his friend out of it before the mood took over.

Instead of answering his best friend, Jack kept walking towards his desk. He slipped off his jacket, put it on the back of his chair, and sat down. Bobby gave D another very worried look.

Five minutes later, they heard more footsteps in the hall. In through the door came another fellow agent.

Myles Leland the Third looked worse than Jack did, if that were possible. He slouched slightly until he walked through the door; then it was gone. Like Jack, Myles seemed pale and looked like he hadn't slept.

He sat at his desk, ignoring the three other men in the room. Myles unlocked the last drawer of his desk and began searching for his firearms. He took out what appeared to be a picture frame.

He stared at it. He stared at it for five long minutes. Slowly he put the photo away.

"Good morning everyone," came Tara's very cheery voice as she entered the bullpen.

"Morning," said both D and Bobby at the same time.

"What, not even an acknowledgement from Scrooge?" laughed Tara .

Myles didn't even flinch; he just acted like he hadn't heard her, though he had.

So had Jack. "Good morning Tara," he answered in a quiet voice. How 'bout we don't get anyone in a bad worse mood today, okay? Leave him alone."

Tara raised a brow at this, but ignored it.