Joan's POV

Sammy was splayed across the couch with his entire top half laying in my lap while Jocelyn sat on the other side of me, her arm wrapped around my shoulders.

Winston stared up at the sandwich, with most hopeful, begging eyes I think I've seen from him since he got here.

"Alright, I can't take that pitiful face any longer!" She announced through a fit of laughter.. "Is it cool if he has some?"

'You'd better give him some, or he's gonna help himself!" I chuckled.

She tore her sandwich in half, which he immediately caught in mid air when she tossed it his way.

"...You do know you're spoiling him though, right?" I added, once she got back to her half of it.

"...Claims the girl, whose dad feeds them home cooked meals for every meal."

"Point taken." I sighed.

I leaned in closer and began kissing her, only breaking away when my dad's voice interrupted.

He must've come in through the back door.

"...Uhhh errrr….I can come back if you two are…"

"Shit.." Joc snickered under her breath. "Hey, Mr. Graham!"

He smiled, still clearly just as embarrassed as we were. "You know, you can just call me Will, by now, Jocelyn." He leaned down to greet the dogs, who had just swarmed over to greet him.

"Sorry, Will by now." She teased.

"Ha ha. You going to need a ride home tonight?" He asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

"Oooh, FBI escort?" She remarked, as if considering it. "Tempting, but my brother's picking me up in a couple hours."

Dad nodded as he began to leash the dogs up for their evening walk.

"Thanks, though." She added.

"Of course." He gave Winston another scratch behind the ears, before standing back up. "I'm Just going to take the dogs out, I'll be back in a little while."

"Alright then." I answered.

After he was back out the door with them, I turned by attention back to Jocelyn. "Well, that just happened…."

She chuckled at that.

I stood up off the couch, taking her hand in mine. "Wanna take this party upstairs for a bit?"

"Lead the way." She smirked.

Jocelyn quickly covered herself, the top half anyway, with a blanket when Dad knocked at the bedroom door.

I attempted to stifle a snicker when I answered. "Uhh, come in."

He opened the door, about halfway. "Uh, your brother's outside, Jocelyn."

"Thanks, yeah, he just texted me that he was on his way over."

"We'll be right down." I added.

Dad nodded before shutting the door behind him.

I reached to zip up my pants when I noticed she was about to reach for the doorknob.

"Hey! You want a shirt with that bra?" I laughed, tossing one from the floor at her.

"This isn't the one I brought."

"Oops." I smirked. "Bring back the one I left at your place last week, and maybe we'll talk about yours."

"Alright, but now I have two of your shirts." She pointed out.

"So you do….hmm, then maybe I'll take the bra as well."

She pulled on and adjusted the shirt I'd tossed her to her liking. "Ha ha."

"Cameron's out in the car, I assume?" I presumed, walking Joc down the stairs, to the door.

"We've been going out for three years, he still won't set foot out of the car?"

"He's not really a dog person." She sighed.

"Yeah, but for two minutes?"

She shook her head. "Preaching the converted, babe."

I nodded. "Well, text me when you get home, alright?"

She kissed my cheek on her way out. "Always do."

She shut the door behind her just as Dad was coming out of the kitchen.

"You girls have a nice time?"

"Ohh, we had a nice time." I smirked. "As always…..How was your little date with Dr. Lecter?"

"It wasn't a date." He sighed."He's not even a friend."

"Right." I snickered. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

I nodded. "...Are you okay?"

"...It's uhh…it's been a day." He answered hesitantly. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, you seem a little off tonight…"

He nodded, attempting to appear more collected. "Nothing you need to worry about."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure."

I debated whether or not to keep prodding him about it til the dogs, all but Sammy, followed him up the stairs.

I was about to close my laptop and turn in for the night when I heard a knock at the front door.

Who the hell would be at the door at this hour?

I shrugged it off, figuring it was probably just my Dad having forgotten his keys or something, and headed downstairs to see.

I opened the door to find my dad, as expected, but accompanied by a pair of police officers.

"Is everything okay?"

"Miss, do you know this man?" One of them asked, ignoring my question.

"Yeah, that's my Dad, what's going on?"

"We found them wandering in the middle of the road, just a few miles away from here." One of them answered

"Th-" I started to ask before I noticed Winston was practically clinging to his side, and away from the scary policemen. I shrugged, just wanting them to leave, as Winston followed Dad into the house. "Well...Thanks. I've got it from here."

They nodded as they went back on their way, and I was shutting the door behind them.

"You're up late." He pointed out, when it was just us again.

"So are you." I reminded him. "What happened? You got lost?"

He nodded, nervously. "Evidently."

"And you took Winston with you…..and not the others?"

He shook his head, still seeming more out of it than I've seen him in a good while. "N-Not exactly. I didn't even take myself. Not consciously, anyway."

This caught me off guard, more than it normally would have given this wasn't his first incident. "You were sleepwalking?"

He nodded."Apparently Winston followed me, for God knows how long."

"Well...where did you go?" I asked, growing more concerned.

"I'm not even sure."

"Alright, well…" I sighed. "I'm glad you're okay…" I half smiled, giving Winston a scratch behind the ears. "...both of you."

He smiled at that and reached down to pet Winston as well. "Well, I should..I should probably try and get some more sleep."

"In your bed this time, I hope."

He chuckled nervously at my attempt at a joke. "Right, I'll try my best."

I nodded, heading up the stairs with Sammy following shortly behind. "Alright, well...I love you. Good night."

"You too."