Finally (Charlie)
She was used to her and Charlie missing one another in their day. Sometimes he got up way before she was even willing to entertain the idea, and sometimes she got called on their day off to go look into something at work. They were partners, and they had the same cases, but occasionally they had different aspects to look into.
Of course, it had been a few days this time, and she was missing him a lot. She felt like she'd not seen him in much longer than just a couple of days. Something in her heart ached as if it had been months since she'd last laid eyes on her boyfriend. Or longer. Jennifer couldn't escape it. She attempted to go through her normal routine, but the sensation lingered. The fact that she wasn't finding Charlie didn't help.
Jennifer sat at the island counter in the kitchen, wondering at the emptiness. Ted wasn't here, none of the strays that they'd picked up were here. The horse was here, which was a bit of a comfort, but the horse had been aloof with her. Stopping to acknowledge her briefly as it moved from one room to the other, and giving a bit of a huffy snort, but nothing else. Not even trying to persuade her to give an apple.
Her phone had been M.I.A. for a few days, too. She'd been walking to the station to see if anything needed to be done, sometimes waiting for Charlie to show up - which he hadn't. She'd been roaming around looking. All of it had been fruitless. Well, now she was going to stay put. She was going to stay in this house until Charlie came back. If the City was keeping them apart on purpose, she would find a way to punish it. Somehow. If the City had taken him from her, she would find a way to take something from it.
She figured that if she was going to stay inside, she could at least try to find her phone. Jennifer began the search out by the pool, then in the living room, where she discovered Jake and Lucy-Belle; then back into the kitchen, all producing nothing. Finally, Jennifer headed to Charlie's room. If the phone wasn't here, perhaps it was back in her own semi-abandoned apartment. But she'd look everywhere in the room first. Even between the mattresses. It would be a disaster after she was done with it, she knew. The kitchen and living room had not Hurricane Government, why should the bedroom?