Saturday, April 6th, 2013 -- afternoon
Jackie was well known for not being a morning person in the slightest, but she was usually much more willing to rise and shine a little earlier than usual if it meant she got to bother Ben awake. With a little nudging, whispers, and even playful bites she got him to reluctantly stir before she went bounding off into the kitchen with the promise of breakfast being called out behind her. Though, that task always took longer than she intended because Ben had a habit of following after her and doing his best to distract her. It was after they finally managed to eat their pancakes and bacon follow by a little more content lounging that the pair decided to put themselves together to face the day. Jackie had a mid to work at the bar and Ben decided he would get some work done at the office as well rather than sticking around an empty house since Adam was still at his friend's house. It had been such a good morning and Jackie was sad to see it go when she climbed into her truck and made way for the Busted Knuckle.
It was once she reached the bar that Jackie's longing for the morning dissolved because all of her attention landed on the fact that the bar was slow and overstaffed. Looks like Bossman had one of those days of throwing darts to see who worked because girls were practically stepping on one another behind the bar, not that there was anyone to go rushing off too. This lasted for a couple short hours before Jackie opted to graciously take one for the team and duck out early. They didn't need her there and more importantly? She didn't much feel like being there. It was after she slammed the door of her truck shut that she shot off a text to Ben trying to get a feel for what she should do with the rest of her day.
Text to Detective Ben: hey, sweetheart. u pick up adam yet or still at the office?
Text to Jackie: No, he's staying at his friend's until after dinner, so I'm here. How's work going?
Text to Detective Ben: it's slow as hell. so u plannin to stick around the office until my shift ends? u work too hard.
Text to Jackie: Yeah, that's the plan. It's too quiet at home alone. May as well get stuff done. Let me know when you get home and I'll meet you? I'll make dinner for us before I need to pick Adam up.
Text to Detective Ben: understandable about it bein too quiet. we're spoiled by a full house. i'll drop u a line when i'm home, can't wait for dinner. that calls for candles. gonna get back to it. love u.
Text to Jackie: Candles, and I'll even grab a bottle of wine on the way home for you. Love you too. Hope the rest of your shift goes well.
Text to Detective Ben: the promise of candles, wine, and u will help me through. don't work too hard.
It was with an ear to ear grin that Jackie's phone was shoved into her jacket pocket. Her original plan had been to pick Adam up for Ben, make some dinner, figure out something for the three of them to do together. Now with Adam staying longer at his friend's house it brought those oh-so-good memories of this morning back to Jackie and then some. She was serious when she told Ben he worked too hard and she felt he was in need of a surprise.
It didn't take long for Jackie to get from the Busted Knuckle to Ben's office. No sign of his car in the parking lot, but maybe he had parked it somewhere in the back or to the side of the building since it was the weekend? She wasn't sure but she didn't put a lot of thought into it. She hopped out of the truck and went inside, excitedly thumping her way up the stairs to Ben's office door which had Sullivan & Associates etched into the glass.
Jackie was surprised to find the office looked dark and her heart sank when she turned the door handle to discover it was locked. Did he seriously manage to change his mind about staying in the fifteen minutes it took her to get here? Her phone was pulled out and she shot off another text.
Text to Detective Ben: did u already leave your office?
Text to Jackie: No, why? It's not going to take me THAT long to decide on a bottle of wine.
Jackie's gaze slowly lifted from the phone, to the locked door, then back again. There had to be a logical explanation for this. Maybe he had followed her advice?
Text to Detective Ben: are you takin a nap?
Text to Jackie: How could I be if I'm texting you?
Text to Detective Ben: i meant maybe i woke u up from one, smartass, because i'm standin outside ur office and a nap is one good reason why ur door is locked and it's dark inside. u got another reason?
Text to Jackie: Okay, so, it must be obvious now, but I'm not there. So why don't we meet up at home now, since you're out of work?
Text to Detective Ben: what the ever loving hell!? where are u? did you seriously just lie to me!?
Text to Jackie: Look, I'm sorry for telling you I was there when I wasn't. It doesn't matter where I am. I'm on my way home now.
Text to Detective Ben: i don't care if ur sorry. ur more sorry u got caught than ur sorry u lied to me. i'm not sayin it again, where are u? if u don't tell me i'm gonna think the worse and THEN i'm gonna hunt u down myself.
Text to Jackie: Don't put words in my mouth like that. I'm sorry I wasn't truthful.
Text to Jackie: My apartment.
Text to Detective Ben: wait, wait. what do u mean ur apartment? what apartment?
Text to Jackie: I mean my apartment, my old apartment here.
Text to Detective Ben: i am... so confused. and pissed. don't step foot outside that door. i'm comin over there now. seriously, don't move.
Text to Jackie: Fine. I'll be here. Door's unlocked.
And it is. There's no furniture in the apartment anymore; the living room is bare other than a small stack of books in one corner, a couple of notebooks nearby. Ben had been sitting on the floor there, back against the wall, head in his hands, awaiting his fate, but when he hears the door, his adrenaline gets the better of him -- he knows this is going to be a confrontation -- and he's on his feet, though he doesn't go to meet her. He's pulling off his tie, though, shoving it into his suit jacket pocket.
Jackie was well known for not being a morning person in the slightest, but she was usually much more willing to rise and shine a little earlier than usual if it meant she got to bother Ben awake. With a little nudging, whispers, and even playful bites she got him to reluctantly stir before she went bounding off into the kitchen with the promise of breakfast being called out behind her. Though, that task always took longer than she intended because Ben had a habit of following after her and doing his best to distract her. It was after they finally managed to eat their pancakes and bacon follow by a little more content lounging that the pair decided to put themselves together to face the day. Jackie had a mid to work at the bar and Ben decided he would get some work done at the office as well rather than sticking around an empty house since Adam was still at his friend's house. It had been such a good morning and Jackie was sad to see it go when she climbed into her truck and made way for the Busted Knuckle.
It was once she reached the bar that Jackie's longing for the morning dissolved because all of her attention landed on the fact that the bar was slow and overstaffed. Looks like Bossman had one of those days of throwing darts to see who worked because girls were practically stepping on one another behind the bar, not that there was anyone to go rushing off too. This lasted for a couple short hours before Jackie opted to graciously take one for the team and duck out early. They didn't need her there and more importantly? She didn't much feel like being there. It was after she slammed the door of her truck shut that she shot off a text to Ben trying to get a feel for what she should do with the rest of her day.
Text to Detective Ben: hey, sweetheart. u pick up adam yet or still at the office?
Text to Jackie: No, he's staying at his friend's until after dinner, so I'm here. How's work going?
Text to Detective Ben: it's slow as hell. so u plannin to stick around the office until my shift ends? u work too hard.
Text to Jackie: Yeah, that's the plan. It's too quiet at home alone. May as well get stuff done. Let me know when you get home and I'll meet you? I'll make dinner for us before I need to pick Adam up.
Text to Detective Ben: understandable about it bein too quiet. we're spoiled by a full house. i'll drop u a line when i'm home, can't wait for dinner. that calls for candles. gonna get back to it. love u.
Text to Jackie: Candles, and I'll even grab a bottle of wine on the way home for you. Love you too. Hope the rest of your shift goes well.
Text to Detective Ben: the promise of candles, wine, and u will help me through. don't work too hard.
It was with an ear to ear grin that Jackie's phone was shoved into her jacket pocket. Her original plan had been to pick Adam up for Ben, make some dinner, figure out something for the three of them to do together. Now with Adam staying longer at his friend's house it brought those oh-so-good memories of this morning back to Jackie and then some. She was serious when she told Ben he worked too hard and she felt he was in need of a surprise.
It didn't take long for Jackie to get from the Busted Knuckle to Ben's office. No sign of his car in the parking lot, but maybe he had parked it somewhere in the back or to the side of the building since it was the weekend? She wasn't sure but she didn't put a lot of thought into it. She hopped out of the truck and went inside, excitedly thumping her way up the stairs to Ben's office door which had Sullivan & Associates etched into the glass.
Jackie was surprised to find the office looked dark and her heart sank when she turned the door handle to discover it was locked. Did he seriously manage to change his mind about staying in the fifteen minutes it took her to get here? Her phone was pulled out and she shot off another text.
Text to Detective Ben: did u already leave your office?
Text to Jackie: No, why? It's not going to take me THAT long to decide on a bottle of wine.
Jackie's gaze slowly lifted from the phone, to the locked door, then back again. There had to be a logical explanation for this. Maybe he had followed her advice?
Text to Detective Ben: are you takin a nap?
Text to Jackie: How could I be if I'm texting you?
Text to Detective Ben: i meant maybe i woke u up from one, smartass, because i'm standin outside ur office and a nap is one good reason why ur door is locked and it's dark inside. u got another reason?
Text to Jackie: Okay, so, it must be obvious now, but I'm not there. So why don't we meet up at home now, since you're out of work?
Text to Detective Ben: what the ever loving hell!? where are u? did you seriously just lie to me!?
Text to Jackie: Look, I'm sorry for telling you I was there when I wasn't. It doesn't matter where I am. I'm on my way home now.
Text to Detective Ben: i don't care if ur sorry. ur more sorry u got caught than ur sorry u lied to me. i'm not sayin it again, where are u? if u don't tell me i'm gonna think the worse and THEN i'm gonna hunt u down myself.
Text to Jackie: Don't put words in my mouth like that. I'm sorry I wasn't truthful.
Text to Jackie: My apartment.
Text to Detective Ben: wait, wait. what do u mean ur apartment? what apartment?
Text to Jackie: I mean my apartment, my old apartment here.
Text to Detective Ben: i am... so confused. and pissed. don't step foot outside that door. i'm comin over there now. seriously, don't move.
Text to Jackie: Fine. I'll be here. Door's unlocked.
And it is. There's no furniture in the apartment anymore; the living room is bare other than a small stack of books in one corner, a couple of notebooks nearby. Ben had been sitting on the floor there, back against the wall, head in his hands, awaiting his fate, but when he hears the door, his adrenaline gets the better of him -- he knows this is going to be a confrontation -- and he's on his feet, though he doesn't go to meet her. He's pulling off his tie, though, shoving it into his suit jacket pocket.