Who: Juliet Pierce and Colin Ford What: Dealing with the aftermath of Jen's rescue; comforting and coming out ensues. Where: Colin's office, Agency HQ, London When: Backdated to the early hours of Thursday, January 28th, 2010. Warnings: None yet.
Juliet was out of breath and running on pure adrenaline by the time she reached Colin's office, dashed inside, and locked the door securely behind her. No one was chasing her, but she didn't want to take any chances, especially not after what she'd spent the last fifteen minutes doing. Juliet had done some seriously crazy things in the past, but she didn't think she could ever top this. Lying to a twisted psychotic bitch, drawing her away from a girl who was basically being used a real-life sex toy, then knocking said psycho bitch over the head with a stapler and stuffing her in a closet? Yeah. Definitely untoppable.
She collapsed on to Colin's couch, laughing breathlessly. What a fucking crazy night. If she'd been in a less "I'm in completely over my head" state, she might've made a joke about the game being afoot, but jokes like that could wait, and besides, who would she make them to anyway? Tonight was not the night for being funny. After everything that had happened in the past 24 hours, people dying and Jen enduring a special kind of hell, she couldn't even try to lighten the mood like she normally would. The more she thought about how completely and royally fucked the Agency was, the smaller the smile on her face became. She couldn't joke, and she couldn't even smile. Right now, all she could do was hope that Jen had gotten out alright and wait for Colin to come back. She'd wait all night - well, all day, it was nearly five in the morning by now - if she had to. She wasn't going anywhere until she knew Colin was okay. If she fell asleep in the meantime, well, she could just blame that on the couch. It was awfully comfortable.
Mind wandering and eyes closing, she grabbed one of the pillows and stuck it under her head, then curled herself up into a ball before drifting off. Being a hero was exhausting, wasn't it?