Samantha POV:
His fingertips grazed the frame of the new photos he brought into his office sometime within the past few months. I hadn't been in there long enough to realize they were new until I saw him touch the picture as though he was touching a part of himself.
I couldn't stand in the doorway forever, so I took a step inside and Jack finally looked up.
"Samantha." His eyes met mine and then they fell back to his desk, staring at an open file.
"What's the new case?" I question, realizing we've been here for forty-five minutes and aside from finishing our reports from yesterday's missing person, we haven't started anything new.
He lets out a tired sigh and fails to answer my question.
"Jack?" I glance towards him as he stares once again at the photos of his two daughters. "Is everything all right at home?"
"No," he shakes his head.
"Is there anything I can do?" I offer.
His eyes finally glance up to reach mine. He's upset and whatever burden he's carrying with him will likely be carried on all of our shoulders until things are settled.
"Sam." My name slips off his tongue and he closes his eyes, moving his fingers to the bridge of his nose. He doesn't say anything else, and I can only imagine he's trying to decide what to say.
"Whatever it is, you'll get through this."
"Maria isn't handling my working late well."
"I guess I can't blame her," I laugh softly, smiling to lighten the mood. "If I was married to you--" I pause. "I'm sorry, that was completely inappropriate." I feel my mind reeling and he eyes me with something so tender. "I should finish that report."
"Isn't that what you brought me?" he asks as he looks at the paper in my hands, which I'd forgotten about.
"Oh, right." I drop it on his desk, catching a glimpse of a transfer application. "Who's transferring in Jack?" He doesn't answer me.
"You're not transferring someone out?" He drops his gaze to his hands, sitting on his desk.
"I don't know what I'm doing yet."
"Okay," I answer, glancing back out towards the bullpen. "I should get back." I give him a worried glance and slip out of his office.
"What's going on?" Danny questions as I approach my desk.
"There's a transfer application on Jack's desk." I eye Danny. "You don't think he'd transfer one of us, do you?"
"I don't know. Martin hasn't exactly been on his good side lately." I let out a sigh and collapse into the chair at my desk. "He wouldn't transfer you Samantha; don't worry."
"Yeah," I mumble, staring at the screen on my computer with doubt plagued on my mind.
His fingertips grazed the frame of the new photos he brought into his office sometime within the past few months. I hadn't been in there long enough to realize they were new until I saw him touch the picture as though he was touching a part of himself.
I couldn't stand in the doorway forever, so I took a step inside and Jack finally looked up.
"Samantha." His eyes met mine and then they fell back to his desk, staring at an open file.
"What's the new case?" I question, realizing we've been here for forty-five minutes and aside from finishing our reports from yesterday's missing person, we haven't started anything new.
He lets out a tired sigh and fails to answer my question.
"Jack?" I glance towards him as he stares once again at the photos of his two daughters. "Is everything all right at home?"
"No," he shakes his head.
"Is there anything I can do?" I offer.
His eyes finally glance up to reach mine. He's upset and whatever burden he's carrying with him will likely be carried on all of our shoulders until things are settled.
"Sam." My name slips off his tongue and he closes his eyes, moving his fingers to the bridge of his nose. He doesn't say anything else, and I can only imagine he's trying to decide what to say.
"Whatever it is, you'll get through this."
"Maria isn't handling my working late well."
"I guess I can't blame her," I laugh softly, smiling to lighten the mood. "If I was married to you--" I pause. "I'm sorry, that was completely inappropriate." I feel my mind reeling and he eyes me with something so tender. "I should finish that report."
"Isn't that what you brought me?" he asks as he looks at the paper in my hands, which I'd forgotten about.
"Oh, right." I drop it on his desk, catching a glimpse of a transfer application. "Who's transferring in Jack?" He doesn't answer me.
"You're not transferring someone out?" He drops his gaze to his hands, sitting on his desk.
"I don't know what I'm doing yet."
"Okay," I answer, glancing back out towards the bullpen. "I should get back." I give him a worried glance and slip out of his office.
"What's going on?" Danny questions as I approach my desk.
"There's a transfer application on Jack's desk." I eye Danny. "You don't think he'd transfer one of us, do you?"
"I don't know. Martin hasn't exactly been on his good side lately." I let out a sigh and collapse into the chair at my desk. "He wouldn't transfer you Samantha; don't worry."
"Yeah," I mumble, staring at the screen on my computer with doubt plagued on my mind.