Samantha POV:
Jack escorts Judy into the interrogation room while I head inside to see what Martin, Danny, and Vivian have managed to get out of Tara.
"Hey, Vivian. Manage to get anything out of Tara?"
"A confession," she grins. "Apparently the community advisor---"
"Judy."
"Yeah, she helped dispose of the body."
"We figured that," I point out.
"Did Judy confess to the crimes?"
"No. As soon as she realized we knew what was going on, she asked for a lawyer."
"Doesn't it figure?" Vivian answers.
"Yeah," I state, watching as Jack makes his way over towards us.
"Danny, Martin," he eyes them both. "My office."
Jack shuts the door after all three of them are inside. I head towards my desk, cleaning up some of the files and filling out paperwork.
"You worked with Jack today," Vivian states. "Is he still going to transfer someone out?"
"I don't think so," I answer, glancing towards the closed office door. "I hope not," I whisper, shutting my eyes with concern.
I hear the office door squeak open and footsteps approach the bullpen.
"Vivian, have you arranged the transfer yet?"
"Yeah. They should be coming any minute," she answers.
"You can go home then. I'll wait around here till they come."
"Are you sure that's a wise decision?"
"Go home," he answers. "You too, Samantha."
"I can stay," I offer, and he approaches my desk.
"Go home," he tells me again.
"Why? You should go home to your girls and Maria." He closes his eyes the moment I say her name. A few moments later, he opens them.
"I'll go home when I'm ready."
"So will I," I smirk. "Besides, I have a report to finish."
He doesn't answer me and, instead, heads back into his office and shuts the door. I glance back, feeling slightly concerned about him and notice Martin and Danny packing up for the night.
"Goodnight, Samantha." Danny quips and I watch as both men head for the elevator. Once they're inside, I stand up, heading for Jack's office.
He slams the phone down, irritated with whomever he was speaking to.
I knock gently and he waves me in.
"Everything okay?" I glance down.
"Not really," he lets out a sigh, his eyes staring at the photos of his girls on his desk.
"Your marriage?"
"When isn't that the problem?" His eyes finally move from his desk and meet mine.
His eyes stare right through me. "Well, what are you going to do?" I whisper.
"Go home, sleep on the couch—same as usual." He lets out a sigh and his eyes fall to the picture of his girls once more.
"You don't have to do that, Jack."
"We can't--" he cuts me off.
"I know," I nod and eye the door. "I should probably head home." I head back towards my desk, grabbing my coat and keys and making my way towards the elevator. I feel Jack's presence behind me.
"I'll walk you out," he offers sincerely.
Jack escorts Judy into the interrogation room while I head inside to see what Martin, Danny, and Vivian have managed to get out of Tara.
"Hey, Vivian. Manage to get anything out of Tara?"
"A confession," she grins. "Apparently the community advisor---"
"Judy."
"Yeah, she helped dispose of the body."
"We figured that," I point out.
"Did Judy confess to the crimes?"
"No. As soon as she realized we knew what was going on, she asked for a lawyer."
"Doesn't it figure?" Vivian answers.
"Yeah," I state, watching as Jack makes his way over towards us.
"Danny, Martin," he eyes them both. "My office."
Jack shuts the door after all three of them are inside. I head towards my desk, cleaning up some of the files and filling out paperwork.
"You worked with Jack today," Vivian states. "Is he still going to transfer someone out?"
"I don't think so," I answer, glancing towards the closed office door. "I hope not," I whisper, shutting my eyes with concern.
I hear the office door squeak open and footsteps approach the bullpen.
"Vivian, have you arranged the transfer yet?"
"Yeah. They should be coming any minute," she answers.
"You can go home then. I'll wait around here till they come."
"Are you sure that's a wise decision?"
"Go home," he answers. "You too, Samantha."
"I can stay," I offer, and he approaches my desk.
"Go home," he tells me again.
"Why? You should go home to your girls and Maria." He closes his eyes the moment I say her name. A few moments later, he opens them.
"I'll go home when I'm ready."
"So will I," I smirk. "Besides, I have a report to finish."
He doesn't answer me and, instead, heads back into his office and shuts the door. I glance back, feeling slightly concerned about him and notice Martin and Danny packing up for the night.
"Goodnight, Samantha." Danny quips and I watch as both men head for the elevator. Once they're inside, I stand up, heading for Jack's office.
He slams the phone down, irritated with whomever he was speaking to.
I knock gently and he waves me in.
"Everything okay?" I glance down.
"Not really," he lets out a sigh, his eyes staring at the photos of his girls on his desk.
"Your marriage?"
"When isn't that the problem?" His eyes finally move from his desk and meet mine.
His eyes stare right through me. "Well, what are you going to do?" I whisper.
"Go home, sleep on the couch—same as usual." He lets out a sigh and his eyes fall to the picture of his girls once more.
"You don't have to do that, Jack."
"We can't--" he cuts me off.
"I know," I nod and eye the door. "I should probably head home." I head back towards my desk, grabbing my coat and keys and making my way towards the elevator. I feel Jack's presence behind me.
"I'll walk you out," he offers sincerely.