That evening at the station, Jessica and Tom stayed late to talk to Fuller. Afterwards, they decided to catch up on some paper work that had been piling up.
Jessica looked up from her paper. "Tom... are you ok?
Tom was startled. "Yeah... I'm fine."
Jessica got up and walked towards him. "You don't sound fine."
Tom looked up at her. "Well, I don't know what to say Jessica. I thought you liked me, and now you're dating Penhall?"
Jessica took his hand. "You have Amy too... remember."
Tom sighed. "Yeah, I know. I just haven't done anything about her yet. I'm breaking up with her tonight."
Jessica looked at him, shocked. "You're what?"
Tom got up and walked towards the window. "Well... it's just not working. She's too even tempered. It drives me nuts. And Jess, you're the only one for me. You know it. I know it." He walked towards her.
As much as she wanted to grab him and have him all to her self... she had Penhall. She took a step back.
"Tom... I have Doug remember?" she reminded him."
Tom sighed. "Fine then. Keep him. See if I care." Tom stormed out, and slammed the door.
Jessica slid down the wall to the ground and started to sob.
Jessica walked into the station the next morning. Everyone was quite. Tom was nowhere to be seen.
Jessica walked over to Hoffs desk. "Geeze. Did someone die?"
Everyone looked at her.
"Oh my gosh! What happened?" she gasped.
Penhall walked over to her, he pulled her towards him.
"Amy was killed last night." He said softly.
Jessica gasped.
Poor Tom! She had to find him.
"Has anyone heard from Tom?" Jessica said, panicking.
Penhall held her close. "Shhhhh... it's ok. He's fine. He's really hurting right now though. I think it would be best to give him some time."
Jessica started to sob.
She had to find him...