Pulling into her parking space, JJ sighed heavily. She had just sat through a traffic jam of forty minutes, and the only thing that was on the radio was songs she didn't know the words to, making her feel older than she already felt.
As she entered her apartment, her shoulders began to ease up. As she went into the kitchen to put on on some tea, she realized her flats were wet. Not remembering stepping in any puddles, the woman looked around to find the source of the wetness.
Sure enough, the culprit was the old pipe underneath the sink, which she had been complaining to her landlord about for months. "
Jesus Christmas," she muttered, inspecting it closer, which caused her clothes to now get wet. Stomping around, she grabbed a few towels and a bucket, and began to clean the mess up.
There is no way in hell I'm dealing with a plumber tonight, she thought wincing at the idea of having to interact with another human being. Mopping up the floor, she realized that there was one bright spot in this whole situation.
It would have been a thousands times worse to come home from a case, after being gone for a week, to find this mess. After placing the bucket, JJ hopped into the shower, and changed into pajamas, instantly feeling calmer.
Although her clock told her it was only 9:30, she knew it was bedtime. Staying awake would just mean something else would irritate her further. Climbing into bed, JJ enjoyed the sense of relief associated with bedtime. No more people, no more unsubs, no more broken appliances, or wrong coffee orders, she smiled wiggling around under the covers.
As soon as she began to drift off to sleep, she could hear a cricket beginning to chirp. And chirp again, and once more, even louder.
"I have a gun and have no qualms on using it Mister Cricket," she yelled out.
Suddenly the cricket stopped, and JJ smiled.
Adios horrible day, she muttered, as she fell to sleep, officially ending her horrible day.