Sep 21
Friends know that sometimes the best way to be there for each other is to communicate with silence.
Jenny continued to read her case reports in the semi-darkness of her office. The lights were almost all off; only the one on her desk illuminated the room as best it could. She didn't need much to read by.
There was something about reading in the dark. She even read books at home in the dark, including the ones Jethro had termed 'trashy romance'. The lack of light made her focus on the page more. In her office or study, it allowed her to read between the lines of reports. In her sparse spare time, it allowed her mind to imagine more easily.
She dropped the completed casefile onto a pile, casting a look of warning into one of the darkest corners of her office before picking up the next report.
Jethro was sitting in that corner. He had chosen to spend some time with her, taken one look at the mountain of files in front of her and settled down without saying a word.
They didn't need to speak, had never needed to speak. He knew she was comforted by his presence and that was all that mattered. Knowing he was there, even out of sight, made her feel safe.
She could feel he was getting restless, that he would soon give up and drag her home, make sure she went to bed at a reasonable hour for a Director of an armed federal agency. She sent him a look which clearly warned him she only had two more folders to go.
As she put down the final file, he rose and came towards her. They said nothing as they left her office together.