A/N Right, so I get into a bit of a thing for Garret's car. I'm not really all that fond of the Vanquish, I'm a classic DB series fan, so therefore Garret does not get an Aston Martin. Anyone know what Garret's car from season 1 was? I swear it's a DB6, but a lot of people think otherwise...

He looked over at her, sitting in the passenger seat. "So. How have things been in my absence?" She shrugged.

"We've kinda put off everything that we could, we were spending too much of our time worrying about you." He frowned. That wasn't the response he wanted to hear. The only one that he'd really have to worry about was Lily. Nigel and Bug at least had the common sense not to push the issue and bring it up. Lily would no doubt want him to talk about it.

And he didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to forget about it and act like it never happened, was just a two week vacation, that the scar on the back of his head wasn't from a near hit bullet wound but from falling and hitting his head or something along those lines. He could trust Jordan to collaborate on any story that he came up with, but he didn't want to have to come up with a story. He just wanted to forget about it.

"So in other words there is a stack of paperwork as tall as I am and a pile up of bodies that need to be cut up for their insurance companies." She grinned and shrugged.

"Yeah, sums it up pretty well." She said as he pulled to a stop in the parking garage. He was liking the way his new car was handling. He had originally put up a bit of a fight over the car-she had fought back. They had spent the past two days looking at pretty much every single car dealership in the greater Boston area and every time she kept dragging him back into a Jag.

She kept dragging him back into the car he currently was getting out of. He had to admit it was a nice car. His entire argument had been that he didn't trust Ford, especially not with the prestigious British car. But she kept making him test drive it every time they came across it and he had to admit, the car did handle well.

And it looked good. Flashier than his SUV, but on par with his old Aston Martin. It didn't quite have the same vintage appeal as the DB6, but there was something to be said about the XK that he did enjoy. The next argument had been her trying to convince him to get it in Pacific Blue, which made the car look far too feminine for his taste. He didn't care if she was the one that was with him buying the car, it was his car, he wanted something strong looking.

He hit the up button on the elevator as she got in next to him. "Ready for this?" She asked as they ground to a halt on the ninth floor and he nodded. She stepped out first, and he trailed behind, walking straight to his office, grimacing at the mound of paperwork that she appeared with a minute later. "These all are awaiting your signature chief." She said as she let them go on top of his desk with a resounding smack.

"Great." he said, flipping open the first one. "Now leave me alone to do paperwork." He said, reaching back for a record and sliding it on the Victrola, dropping the needle down and leaning back in his chair.

She grinned and walked out back to her own office. This was the one aspect of his job he didn't miss, not when Slokum had come in, not when he had spent the past two weeks at home. But then again, there wasn't much he was thinking about for the past two weeks, he had only been focused on the pain.

He could feel Jordan's eyes on him every now and then though. Looking up every few minutes to check on him, see that he was still working. It was irritating at best, but he was growing used to ignoring it, forgetting about it, acting as if she wasn't there, wasn't constantly making sure he was alright.

He was dreading the moment when Lily walked in. She looked so relieved to see him there and drew him into the biggest hug she could, pulling him tight enough that he swore he was starting to feel his ribs crack. "Garret, you're alright." She had tears in her eyes.

"Yeah, fine. Just took two weeks of something in between vacation and sick leave."

She smiled at him. "How are you doing?" She asked and he shrugged.

"Aside from being bogged down in paperwork, good." She grinned at him.

"So you're doing alright then?" He nodded.

"Fine." So far so good, she wasn't forcing him to talk about it.

"You know I'm here for you right?" He nodded.

"Of course." He knew she was there for him, but he wouldn't use her, he didn't want to bog her down with his problem. It was bad enough that he was weighing down on Jordan. He hadn't asked her for her help, she had just forced it upon him in true Jordan style. He looked over to where she was and made eye contact. He was grateful to her though, she had saved him, he had flinched because he had been thinking of her, she was the last thing he had thought of before he pulled the trigger.

She was the last one left that he had. Maggie had long since been gone, and now he didn't have Abby. Jordan was the last one that he had left, and he loved her for that. She was his best friend, the only one to know his secret. He didn't want her to know that, it was something she didn't need to carry around, but she had chosen to do so willingly. And he had to care about her, not renege on his vow to get better solely for her.