Since February is still a long way to go... I am going to continue this and explore if Jack and Vic even make sense or if it can't work at all... What do you think?

Jack lies in bed tossing and turning. The past few weeks had been hard. If he was honest to himself every day since Miller's death had been hard but he had stability in his work family.
Thanksgiving though had been debilitating. He couldn't go in for weeks after that.
And then came that fateful day, that had shaken him to the core.

The day when Dean's parents came by and kicked him out of the houseboat. The day Vic had called him to come by. To be each other's babysitter because Travis had made her.

It had been cathartic to smash those tiles off the walls and have someone to talk to. To share memories of Miller.
And then there was this moment, he remembers being so angry and smashing the hammer into the wall before sliding down to the floor. A second later Vic hugged him and then there was simply the memory of soft lips on his. A moment of heaven just before reality came crashing back in and he had left.
Confused and feeling guilty in more ways than one.

Thoughtful he sits up in bed.
He knows they have to talk about that moment and their situation but he hadn't been prepared to see her today. At work, with Ruiz.
'Goddamit, she is dating Ruiz!' he shouts at himself.

Yes, Vic had messed up today. The combination of the case and it being Crisis One, Miller's legacy had probably been a little much for her. He had meant well when he benched her, but Jack also realized sitting in his bed, in the dark he had been wrong too.

Accusing Vic of sabotaging her life...
While shaking his head at himself Jack starts smiling lightly. She had brought up their kiss, well she had said "What happened at my place" but she meant that kiss. His hand brushes his lips at the memory.
Maybe there was something there.

And then the guilt came back full force.
He couldn't. Miller was in love with her, she is dating Ruiz and Travis would kill him if he ever hurt her.
Frustrated Jack plops back against the pillows. How is he going to survive working with her every day?

After a restless night of tossing and turning Jack gets up the next day and while he watches Marsha whirl about her kitchen he twirls his phone in his fingers. He should text Vic first and not risk getting the rath of her fury for his shitty behavior yesterday.
But what could he write? Simply "I am sorry" felt too little and not nearly enough. "We need to talk" was sending the wrong message too.
But dear god he wanted to talk to her. He needed to clear the air or this had the potential of blowing up in his face.
Because if Jack was sure of one thing: he was going to get the blame for this.

So, after taking the first sip of the coffee Marsha placed in front of him he typed out "I know I was out of line. Can we please grab a coffee and talk. Before shift."
He slid his phone back into his pocket not really expecting an answer from Vic. She had left yesterday so quickly and hadn't even stayed for their toys for tots wrapping party.

At Travis's house, Vic was sitting in her bed staring at her phone and the offending notification telling her that Jack Gibson had sent her a message. "What does he want now?" Vic mutters while throwing the blanket off of her legs and swinging herself out of bed.
Her heart rate monitor starts beeping again and she has to stop and take a few strategic deep breaths to get the offending sound to stop. Technically to get her heart rate down but her only motivation by now is to stop the sound and taking the thing off wasn't an option. Travis would flip if she showed up for breakfast without it.

And so she sinks back down onto the bed until her heart and head can agree and she can calmly walk out into the living area.
"Mhh, something smells good in here?" she exclaims walking to the kitchen island, and Travis hands over a glass of orange juice.
"I thought you might be in the mood for pancakes this morning," her best friend smiles at her and Vic forces a smile.

She doesn't deserve to be pampered. She hurt Theo.

What are they now anyway? Did they break up? What did it all mean? What was she supposed to do now?

Vic had tuned out and just munched the plate of pancakes Travis had served her with.

"How are you feeling today?" Travis' words cut through the fog in her head, but Vic doesn't have a good answer really.

"I am good," she mumbles non-committal hoping to shut her best friend down.

"We missed you yesterday. Are you sure everything is okay?"

Vic rolls her eyes. She should've known he wouldn't stop asking questions. Travis is her best friend after all.

"It will be when I am back full force and can finally get rid of that thing," she points to the monitor on her wrist with an annoyed grin.

Yeah, everything will be okay, when this thing is off her wrist and can't broadcast her heart's reactions to everyone in her life anymore.