Jean had been in the midst of pulling on her clothes when the call came in and she paused momentarily to answer before tugging on her top and jeans, shoving her feet in to converse sneakers and heading to his office. Perhaps she should have been more nervous about seeing him since he rarely called her in, but at the moment her thoughts were with her wayward boyfriend and his possible rescue still weighing heavily on her shoulders.
The petite redhead paused out side the door, gather ing bearings with a deep breat before raising white knuckles to the chesnut frame and knocking lightly upon the wood.