He quickly did the math and realised it had been at least two days since he had last washed, he really needed a shower! As he stretched his arms out and yawned he realised he was still wearing his clothes. Even his shoes and empty side holster. He found that strange as whenever he fell asleep after work before changing he would wake in his boxers, or his shirt and trousers at the most - Terri always sorted it for him, but not today.
It was then he noticed that the pale blue sheets were still pulled over the bed fully, as he had slept on them, but Terri obviously hadn't got in with him later. Maybe it was still Wednesday after all. He got up and walked over to the thick cream curtains and drew them open, at least she closed them, he thought quickly, before noticing how it was midday at least. So it was Thursday... where had Terri slept?
He walked back across the room and headed towards the en suit, and pulled the white cord down hard to start the shower, after pulling back the peach water resistant cover to stop the water from drenching the rest of the bathroom. He then turned the dial round so the water would be hot, before undressing. He didn't bother putting the clothes in the laundry basket - instead he simply shoved them in the bin in the corner of the room - he had seen enough of those particular garments.
As he showered his body ached from his rough day on Tuesday, and he noticed a few bruises here and their, like his arm, which was housing a huge black one. He knew that was from where he dived over the chain link fence and rolled down an embankment after escaping form secret service, he didn't bother trying to identify where the others came from - he didn't care. Instead he turned his thoughts to Terri, he knew she was mad at him as he put her and Kim in danger, so maybe that was why she was so cold towards him. He tried to shrug it off, she would come around later, he would make it up with her - maybe they would take that trip they always talked about - if he didn't go to prison, that was.
After spending almost an hour in the shower he finally finished and got changed into a pair of loose fitting khaki shorts and a simple white t-shirt. He ruffed a towel through his hair until it was damp enough to class as dry and brushed it down with his hands. As he sat on the end of the king sized bed he began to wonder where Terri was - surely she had herd him moving around the room. He realised that he was nervous about leaving the room - he didn't want to face her incase she was still cold towards him. He didn't want to face her rejection again - he couldn't understand it.
Getting his head together he realised he was being stupid, he really was. This was his wife he was thinking about, and maybe she was just tired herself yesterday, after all, they had been through a lot, he should have been expecting her behaviour. He got up and opened the door and stepped out onto the laminate flooring, which made his feet tingle because it was cold. As he walked down the hallway he realised that Kim must be out, seen as he couldn't hear her terrible music booming out from underneath her door. He wondered where she was, surely Terri hadn't made her go to school today, had she?
He passed her room and poked his head through the door frame - empty. He checked the lounge, the dining room, both studies and the separate bathroom, everywhere, and found them all empty. He went into the kitchen and saw a note pinned up on the fringe door, held in place with a magnet cartoon character, whom he believed to be the Tazmanian Devil. He smiled as he read the note.
Jack, we've gone grocery shopping, didn't want to wake you. Wont be late, Terri x
He read the note through twice and couldn't help but feel relieved, he didn't know what he was scared of, but something inside him wouldn't relax. Part of him felt better that she had written an 'x' at the end of the note, that was the first sign of emotion he had seen from her since he had returned, even if it wasn't much.
He opened the fridge and managed to salvage a sandwich from the little food left inside. He ate it down straight away, he hadn't realised how hungry he was. He then padded into the living room and sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder about his outcome, would he go to jail? What would he tell Terri and Kim? He tried to forget about his case and concentrate on something else, but there was nothing else. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, trying to block his worries out of his mind. After a few minutes the phone rang, jarring him back to reality with a bit of a jump. The house had been so quiet since last night - it was weird to hear such a loud noise.
He answered the phone as usual, and it was Nina, calling him with some bad news.
"Jack, I know you have a lot on your mind at the moment, its just I thought you would want to know, Richard Walsh's funeral is on Friday."
She gave him the time and place, and he thanked her for informing him - he wanted to be their, he needed to be their. Walsh was a good friend to Jack, and he needed to say goodbye one last time - he didn't like leaving his dead body in the street Tuesday morning - he still felt guilty for abandoning him, even if he was dead.
After ending his conversation with Nina he leaned forward, elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands. Walshs death was really hitting him now. He was a good man, and had saved Jack's life once before, when he was younger. It hurt him that he had not been able to repay the favour - he had let him down.