Just a random thought that got stuck in my head when I was reading my bubby a story. Sorry about the spelling of 'Hailie', but I had a six-year-old sitting on my lap when I wrote this, insisting that the little girl be named after her.
Now, everyone remembers SA Jordan Shaw, right?
"Mommy!!" A croaky voice called out. Special Agent Jordan Shaw turned away from the front door with sigh. Her 6-year-old daughter Hailie was staying at home, having a sick-day. "Mommy!" She croaked again.
"Yes, sweetheart?" The Agent and Mother asked, her hand on the doorknob.
"I wanna hug." She could practically hear the pout on her daughter's face. She dropped her bag before finding her way back to the lounge room. Hailie was wrapped up in rugs on the couch, a box of tissues to keep her company while she watched 'Dora'. Jordan sat next to her as she cuddled into her mother's side.
"I don't want you to go to work." The child whined. Jordan tightened her hug.
"Honey, you know I have to go to work."
"But I want you to stay at home with me!"
"Hailie, Daddy will be here with you, but Mommy has to chase after the baddies." Hailie pouted.
"Will you read me a story?" She looked up with innocent and sad brown eyes. After a few seconds of 'puppy eyes' Jordan's resolve crumbled.
"One story, then Mommy has to go to work." She picked up a book that had been sitting on the floor near the couch and began to read aloud. She glanced at the clock, knowing she'd be late for work.
'Cold-heated FBI profiler, my ass.' She thought as she shook her head.