"So what's going on?" Jack asked, walking into the office a mere day and a
half later. Special Agent Vivian Johnson stood up, looking amazed.
Samantha rolled her eyes. She knew Jack had arranged for an early
discharge, and she thought it was rather stupid of him, too.
"You're out already?" Vivian asked, standing up to greet Jack. He smiled and nodded, eager to begin working on another case. "Welcome back, Jack. How are you feeling?" Vivian asked.
"Fine," Jack answered, a bit impatiently. "I'm perfectly fine. So what's going on?" he asked for the second time.
"Are you sure you're up for working already?" Vivian asked him, cocking her head to study her superior better. Jack gave her a look.
"YES, Viv. Yes, I'm sure I'm fine," Jack replied, taking the papers out of her hands and skimming them. He scanned the papers and looked over at Vivian, confused. She promptly snatched them back.
"That's my son's report card," she said with a smile, handing Jack a different stack of papers. "This is our case. Name's Carrie Richards. Age twenty-nine. Missing since day before yesterday, approximately forty- nine hours. Last seen..." Vivian's voice trailed off as Jack began twitching. Samantha just stared at Jack. "Jack, why don't you sit down," Vivian suggested, pushing a chair towards him. He sat down in the chair, still twitching a bit. Vivian looked at Samantha and shook her head, knowing very well that it was pointless to argue with Jack about anything, let alone his state of health. She sat down across from Jack and folded her hands. "Jack," Vivian began, as Jack turned to face her, still slightly twitching. "What did the doctors say to you before you left the hospital?" she asked.
"They said that I would get dizzy spells and might have a twitch every now and again," Jack offered, while Samantha rolled her eyes once again and promptly stood up.
"I'm gonna go question the boyfriend," she said, walking away from Vivian and Jack, grabbing Special Agent Danny Taylor 's arm, dragging him along with her. "Come ON," she said, nearly stomping towards the elevator. Danny gave her a confused look, but knew better than to argue. Vivian gave Jack a wary look.
"I'm going to go grab Martin and question the roommate who's been away for the past week," Vivian said, standing up. Giving Jack one long last look, she handed him the remainder of the notes and the paper containing a tentative timeline. "Here's the rest of the case specs," she began, stopping when she saw Jack's eyes glaze over and begin to cross. Jack shook his head slightly and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "Jack, you really should go home and get some rest," she said in a quiet, concerned voice before turning and heading towards the elevator.
"Aye, matie," he murmured, and headed for his office. Vivian stopped dead in her tracks and cocked her head. She finally turned around to Special Agent Martin Fitzgerald, who was staring after Jack, too.
"WHAT did he say?" Vivian asked, squinting after Jack.
"It was a good impression of an Australian accent," Martin offered, standing up and heading towards the elevator. "I'll meet you downstairs," he said right before the double doors closed, leaving Vivian to stare after her boss in amazement.
"You're out already?" Vivian asked, standing up to greet Jack. He smiled and nodded, eager to begin working on another case. "Welcome back, Jack. How are you feeling?" Vivian asked.
"Fine," Jack answered, a bit impatiently. "I'm perfectly fine. So what's going on?" he asked for the second time.
"Are you sure you're up for working already?" Vivian asked him, cocking her head to study her superior better. Jack gave her a look.
"YES, Viv. Yes, I'm sure I'm fine," Jack replied, taking the papers out of her hands and skimming them. He scanned the papers and looked over at Vivian, confused. She promptly snatched them back.
"That's my son's report card," she said with a smile, handing Jack a different stack of papers. "This is our case. Name's Carrie Richards. Age twenty-nine. Missing since day before yesterday, approximately forty- nine hours. Last seen..." Vivian's voice trailed off as Jack began twitching. Samantha just stared at Jack. "Jack, why don't you sit down," Vivian suggested, pushing a chair towards him. He sat down in the chair, still twitching a bit. Vivian looked at Samantha and shook her head, knowing very well that it was pointless to argue with Jack about anything, let alone his state of health. She sat down across from Jack and folded her hands. "Jack," Vivian began, as Jack turned to face her, still slightly twitching. "What did the doctors say to you before you left the hospital?" she asked.
"They said that I would get dizzy spells and might have a twitch every now and again," Jack offered, while Samantha rolled her eyes once again and promptly stood up.
"I'm gonna go question the boyfriend," she said, walking away from Vivian and Jack, grabbing Special Agent Danny Taylor 's arm, dragging him along with her. "Come ON," she said, nearly stomping towards the elevator. Danny gave her a confused look, but knew better than to argue. Vivian gave Jack a wary look.
"I'm going to go grab Martin and question the roommate who's been away for the past week," Vivian said, standing up. Giving Jack one long last look, she handed him the remainder of the notes and the paper containing a tentative timeline. "Here's the rest of the case specs," she began, stopping when she saw Jack's eyes glaze over and begin to cross. Jack shook his head slightly and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. "Jack, you really should go home and get some rest," she said in a quiet, concerned voice before turning and heading towards the elevator.
"Aye, matie," he murmured, and headed for his office. Vivian stopped dead in her tracks and cocked her head. She finally turned around to Special Agent Martin Fitzgerald, who was staring after Jack, too.
"WHAT did he say?" Vivian asked, squinting after Jack.
"It was a good impression of an Australian accent," Martin offered, standing up and heading towards the elevator. "I'll meet you downstairs," he said right before the double doors closed, leaving Vivian to stare after her boss in amazement.