Disclaimer: "Sue Thomas: F. B. Eye" does not belong to me (nod toward Paxson Entertainment, Pebblehut Productions, and the Johnson Brothers). Now, I'm back to finishing up volume one! Today's one-shot (which ended up being much shorter than normal) is based on the end of "Diplomatic Immunity" (such a sad, tense episode!). What was Bobby thinking after he went home from work? My guess is below! Please read, review, and enjoy! See you at the next story and in the comments!
"How was your day, son?" Bobby's mother asked him on the phone during their weekly call.
How do I answer that? Bobby thought with a shudder. How do I tell my mum that today was one of the worst that I have had working for the FBI? How could I possibly convey the horror of finding illegally imported slaves cowering in a crate, treated worse than animals? How could I ever explain the emotions of rage and anger against those who did that to these innocent people? I'll never forget their faces, their cries, and their fears. I'll have nightmares about them for months. I'll be hearing those cries for a long time. How can I explain, without saying anything that I'm not allowed to say, that I almost lost my job fighting against those who were human trafficking because the laws were stabbing me as I tried to protect liberty and justice for all? I just can't explain these feelings. But then, neither can I explain the joy that I was the one who got to help free them, that I got to give them back the freedom and hope that had been stolen from them. I got to be the one who was there as they opened that shipping container door. I was the one who was free at the end of the day, not Muntumbu, despite all of his "immunity". I got to see the tears of joy. I got to hear the thanks. I got to have my job back, doing what I love with people that I enjoy working with - even Myles, though I'll never tell him that. This day had everything that I love about my job in it - despite all obstacles, good has triumphed over evil once again and I love my job more than ever.
"Bobby, are you still there?"
Bobby jolted out of his deep thoughts. "Sorry, Mum, what did you ask me?"
"I asked, how was your day?"
Bobby thought for a moment, then smiled.
"It was a good day, Mum. It was a good day."