The Hub was silent when Jack walked in, unnatural, what with it being mid morning and all. He threw his jacket carelessly over a chair in his usual fashion, as if nothing had changed.
Looking around, he vaguely wondered where they'd gone, and considered calling them, before deciding against it. If he knew his team, they'd be damn pissed and he was, in a spectacularly Doctor-ish fashion, going to avoid it, at least until they turned up.
Besides, he was fairly certain if they all went out for some errand, they'd probably slacked off as usual and planned to spend the rest of the day out eating Chinese or something. Best let them have their fun.
Sighing, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked around, making sure that everything was where it should be. They'd cleaned up pretty well since the incident, his blood from the gunshot wound was gone and the papers that had been flung around the office were now cleaned up and filed back away.
He walked into his office and collapsed in his chair.
Suddenly, he remembered something.
Grabbing his phone, he let out a string of curses.
"Those idiots. They're still in the damn Himalayas."
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A/N: Wow. I actually wrote a drabble. Now I need to wash this off. I was going to let this rot in my computer, but I decided against it. -kicks- I wanna play Granado Espada but it's not woooorrrkkkinnggg. -wrings hands-