Devon jumped to his feet when the others returned with a smile on his face. "How did it go?" he asked them, as Jesse sat down in a chair next to Vivian, while the agents talked to Jack.
"It went good," Jesse answered, as she stretched out in the chair. "Bubba always knew how to find the worst bars in the city to drown his sorrows."
"So he's behind bars?" Devon sat down next to Jesse only to freeze when he saw some FBI Agents escorting Bubba past them. "What's he doing here?"
"He's probably here to be questioned," Jesse answered, as she looked around. "They won't get much out of him, though. He doesn't know all that much." Jack then headed off in the same direction with Danny, as Martin and Sam came up to their sides. "Jack's going to question, Bubba?"
"Yeah, he is," Martin replied, as he sat down next to them, around the table. "He's going to see if he can make a deal with Bubba to get more information out of him."
"He won't." The agents turned to look at Jesse to see her playing with the sleeves of her duster. "He's smart. He knows that he's out of options. He knows not to panic and blab all that he knows. If he does blab, he's a dead man, and he knows that."
"That makes my head hurt," Devon muttered, as he lowered his head to the table. "When I was on the street, there were a bunch of people you had to be careful not to cross paths with."
"My dad, Bubba, and some others." Jesse shot a glance over at Devon. "Bubba was one of the more gentle ones. He wasn't as mean as my father was, but he had a cruel mind."
"Ah, I remember," Martin said, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "His little 'games' were harsh and cruel."
"He only did them to see if he could break you down." Jesse tented her fingers as she continued to think. "I don't know how Bubba got involved in my father's business. Ever since I was little, Bubba was always there, in the back, in the shadows."
"That would explain why he thinks of you as his kid."
"That's creepy, even for Bubba," Devon added, as he looked around. "Bubba didn't care all that much for me. I was just a lonely theft, nothing more. I didn't have much of a value."
"You still don't," Jesse said, with a smile, as she ran a hand through her hair. "Bubba once told me that he was proud of how my father raised me because of all that I knew. He said that it raised what I was worth to a new boss. At the time, I didn't understand what he meant. It wasn't until later, when father told me that I would be joining his business, and that I was worth a whole lot, I got it. It was then, that I decided that if I was worth so much, I could probably make it on my own. I had no idea what I was in for."
"I bet not," Danny called out, as he came up to them and sighed. "Jesse, Jack wants to talk to you. It seems that we've hit a brick wall with Bubba. He says that he'll only talk to you."
Jesse let out a sigh as she got to her feet. "Kinda figured he would take that road," Jesse said, as she went up to his side. "Let's do this. I have a lot of questions to ask him." She then followed him to where Bubba was. "Hello, Jack."
"Hello, Jesse," he replied, as he looked through the window at Bubba, who was staring down at his hands. "He only wants to talk to you."
"Okay, I'll talk to him." She ran a hand through her hair. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"We're going to be here for a while." Jesse shot them a smile, as she entered the room. "Hello, Bubba, I heard that you wanted to talk to me."
"Of course, Love," he said with a smirk, as he gestured towards the chair across from him. "Have a seat, and we can begin what Agent Malone tried to do."
"Sounds like a plan," Jesse started to head towards the chair only to pause and exit the room. "Can you turn down the heat in there?"
"Why?"Jack asked, as they watched Bubba crack his knuckles.
"Bubba doesn't like it when it's cold." She then went and got a bottle of water. "Come in with cups of coffee in let's say an hour. We'll see if he'll play nice." She then went back inside. "Okay, Bubba, I'm here. Let's do this." She set the bottle of water on her side of the table.
"Where do you want to begin?" he teased, as she sat down on the chair and propped her feet up on the end of the table. "With my childhood or yours?"
"Well since I already know about my childhood. Why don't we start with yours?" She took a drink of her water. He just shrugged, as he wrapped his arms around him. The room was getting colder and it was starting to bother him. "Okay, how about when you first meet my father?" A wicked smile crossed his face. "I'm glad that you think that it's nice for you."
"Love, nothing that will be said will scare me off."
"Oh, I trust you." She opened the pad of paper and got out her pen. "Let's talk. It's been a while since we've talked."
"Okay, I'll talk." He then began to tell Jesse all about his life. She soon found herself shivering when Martin brought in some coffee for them. She shot a glance at her watch to see that it had been three hours. "Thanks." He took it and started to drink it while Jesse got to her feet. "Where are you going?"
"I need to stretch my legs and grab some food, I'll be back." She then followed Martin out of the room. Jack shot her a smile, as she handed him her note book packed with notes. "I got out all that I could from him."
"Thank you, Miss Shepherd," Jack said, as he went inside the room to make a deal with Bubba.
"And with that, I'm going home." Jesse walked out into the bullpen to find Devon asleep with his head on his arms across the table. "Devon." She placed a hand on his shoulder and he jumped. "Easy, Devon."
"Sorry," he muttered, as he ran a hand through his hair. "Ya done?"
"For now." He smiled as he got up and slowly put on his jacket.
Jesse then turned to face the others. "Wanna catch lunch in a few hours?"
"Sounds good," Danny said, as they all got their coats and headed for the elevators. "We could make it breakfast?" Jesse shot him a smile as she shook her head. "Lunch sounds good."
"Great see ya then." They then headed off into the night. Jesse felt better, knowing that Bubba was behind bars finally and not be able to hurt anybody for a very long time. Doing good things wasn't all that bad. It had it ups and downs, but it made life interesting. And Jesse like having an interesting life.
THE END
Author's Note
I hope that you enjoyed this story, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I'm sorry that it took me a while to write it.