Chapter Nine

The next day at work, Eddie filled Jamie in on the previous evening's interview. In between calls and arrests, she was able to piece together the interview process. Jamie seemed encouraging, but quiet. He was being cautious, but she couldn't tell if it was for her sake or for his. She originally wasn't going to tell him about the job in the first place, because she didn't want him to think any less of her or pity her when she got turned down. But now that the cat was out of the bag, was he feigning excitement to keep her grounded in reality, or was he putting on a brave face to cover the fact he didn't really want her to get the job? She decided to ask him what he thought of it all.

"So, what do you think? I mean, I might really score this job." She said.

"I think it's great, really. You should totally go for it, one hundred percent. It won't be the same," he said as he focused in the distance, "but nothing stays the same forever."

She saw the sadness in his eyes. He had seen a lot of change in recent years. The death of his mother, his brother, his former partner. His fiancé leaving him. Things were always changing around him without his control. She felt sorry for him and he would kill her if he knew she felt this way. She had a little idea and as she looked at him she decided to go for it. Without his knowledge of course. So when they made their way back to the station, Eddie knocked on the Sargent's office door. A sign up paper was sitting on his desk. She picked up a pen and wrote a name down on the line. Jamie Reagan.