Jack followed D down the hall and into Myles' home office, his mind on the woman he had left outside only moments before, knowing that she wouldn't be there when he returned. Running his hands through his hair in frustration, he raised troubled eyes to his friend.
"I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to interrupt you and Sue. But I did want us to have this conversation before morning, when everyone goes their separate ways. I assume you'll be taking some time off to be with her?" When Jack simply nodded, D continued. "Good. I hope things finally work out for the two of you. To say that you have had to navigate some obstacles to be together would be an understatement, I know."
"Did you bring me here to give me marital advice, D?" Jack asked wearily.
"No," he said, shaking his head, "Sorry about that. I brought you here to let you know that the top brass has taken notice of this case." D held up his hand to ward off Jack's comments. "I know things have happened rather quickly, but you've got to look at what was accomplished in such a short amount of time, and how you pulled together a crack team to get it done."
Jack's hands rooted in the pockets of his jeans as he leaned against the desk that dominated the room. "It was nice, D, having everyone back together," he admitted wistfully. "I've always regretted how we came to our demise."
"Do you regret marrying Sue?" D wanted to know.
"No!" Jack answered swiftly and emphatically. "I know things had to change. It just never has sat well with me."
"Then you'll like what I'm about to offer," D said with a smile, pulling out a chair for Jack, indicating that their conversation might take a while.