Who: Jack and Kennedy What: newly wed cuteness. When: November 18th early morning. Where: Their place in the city. Warnings: TBA
Third shift came and went as it always did. It was a tough gig but he loved it so it was worth it. Being a Forensics Agent wasn't just your average nine to five gig. It involved late hours, impossible rotating college interns to train, and analyzing of evidence. So much analyzing if you weren't careful your eyes could cross from it all. He was just getting back when the sun came up. A normal Mid week routine. He wasn't sure if Kennedy was back yet from her patrol. So he shut the door behind him and yawned with a lean stretch, abandoning his lab coat on a coat rack by the door.
If Kennedy was home then she was probably sleeping so Jack didn't announce his presence, instead he slipped into the kitchen to change the old pot of coffee he forgot in a rush hours ago and brewed a fresh one. The good thing about working long hours was he forgot all about that walking dictionary with legs Winchester. He left furious but the return was another story. He was home. He was relaxed. His gun belt removed from his waist and put on the kitchen counter he leaned against. Safety on and unloaded. He bent down to the cabinet by his waist where he kept his lock box for Kennedy's sake and slipped the weapon inside, sealing it in.
All he wanted to do was sleep, but he'd give Kennedy a while. Sometimes those patrols of hers went even longer than third shift and he'd missed her. The coffee machine chimed it's announcement of caffeinated goodness and Jack pulled out two cups. Pouring one of them for now, and sipping as he sank down onto a stool to wait.