Disclaimer - All characters belong to Herr Bruckheimer.
Rating - PG-13 now for G&S pairing...maybe R later?
Special Thanks - Per usual - M, S and the MSt gang. You guys rock the harder than all WaT
episodes combined.
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Jack braved the dizzying atmosphere of Van Doran's office and stepped into her room. He wished he wouldn't have to come to work today but he had no honest excuse. Every visit to her office had never been easy for him, and today he expected the same.
"Good morning, Jack," she said unenthusiastically.
"Good morning," he answered dryly without looking at her.
"NYPD called --"
"I know."
"Tell me what happened."
It was usual for the two to exchange some sort of debate but both of them held back from the ordinary conduct. Silence filled the room. Then suddenly.
"I'll tell you what, Jack, you don't have to say anything if you submit to me a full report by four."
He nodded, stood up and walked languidly toward his office. The office looked pretty much the same, but the people and atmosphere had changed. All eyes were on Jack Malone; they looked at him with what seemed to him like a measuring look.
He threw his blood-stained jacket onto a chair opposite to his desk and sat down. He figured there was no way to start his work in the usual manner without thinking about Samantha. Having stared at the table for ten minutes, he began to feel dizzy and the air began to sting his eyes.
He couldn't get the words out.
TBC