So much angst... I was so relieved that Bobby wasn't the one shot I didn't think about any other reprecussions...obviously you did!

kav

Jack walked into the bullpen, slightly enraged by the feeling of helplessness when it came to Bobby. They had been friends for countless years and there had only been a few times when Bobby had crawled into a hole and not allowed anyone in - not even Jack.

He wanted so badly to know what was wrong with him, to know why he was acting the way he was, but he couldn't. He didn't know what to say.

Simply asking "Hey, Bobby, you're acting like an idiot. What's up with that?" wouldn't work.

As Jack made his way to his desk, Sue walked in to the room. "Oh, good you're here."

He turned quickly just before reaching his desk and smiled. "Yup. What do you need?"

She walked to him and handed him a folder while saying, "We got the lab reports back on the fingerprints found on the bank register's. They did not match our shooter's."

Jack sighed before quickly scratching a place on the base of his neck. "So we have another guy?"

Sue nodded slowly. "So it seems."

Again, he sighed. "Okay, can you ask Tara to check every database for it?"

"Already done. She found a guy by the name of John Smith."

Jack chuckled quietly as he gave the folder back to her. "Well, let's go pay Mr. Smith a visit."


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Sitting alone in the emtpy waiting room only added to Bobby's grief. There was no one but him there to see the victim who was shot.

The doctor had told him that he was in critical condition.

A nagging feeling of guilt pulled at him as he considered the fact that he was to blame. Had he not gone in before the others, no shots would have been fired and no one would have been hurt.

As he raked a hand through his hair, he silently cursed himself for his stupidity. If Jack or Myles had done what he had done, he would have given them an endless line of angry statments and several "What were you thinking" lines.

A doctor appeared in the hallway and walked towards him, stopping before he reached him.

"Are you Agent Manning?"

Bobby looked up and stood, shaking the man's hand quickly. "Yeah, that's me."

"You're not related to Mr. Keller are you?"

"No, Sir."

The doctor looked at Bobby with a curious look but looked down to his page without questioning him. "Well, Mr. Keller has been moved to stable condition. He's still unconcious but the nurse said you wouldn't leave until you saw him."

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, that's what I said."

"Alright." The doctor turned and began walking down the hall and Bobby followed.

After passing a few doors, the two turned into a small room. Quiet beeping from the heart moniters filled the silence.

"As I said before, he's unconsious."

Bobby nodded absently and gave a weak smile. "Thank you Doctor.."

"Doctor Shultz. And you're very welcome Agent Manning."

As Doctor Shultz left the room, Bobby turned to the young man who lay on the bed, his body covered by a white blanket.

Gingerly, Bobby walked to the chair that sat by the bed and sat onto it. As he looked at the boy, the overwhelming feeling of guilt hit again.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking at the pale kid.

He couldn't have been more than 20.

I was so happy to see your post Tracy! This story has me completely enthralled!

This was great....I could imagine that running through Jack's mind.

Tracy, you really know how to pull at the heart strings, don't you? This part brought tears to my eyes.

Poor Bobby...let him be alright.

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I just noticed your signature! Congrats on Jericho coming back! I've never seen the show, but it's so wonderful to see what can happen when fans show enough support! It really gives me hope for the return of Sue Thomas:F.B.Eye! Woohoo!

20? It makes you wonder why he needed to rob a bank in the first place.

Maybe Jack ought to tell Bobby that he is acting like an idiot and ask him what's going on!! It might just shock Bobby enough to have him open up!!!

I feel so sorry for Bobby as he sits by the victim's bedside!! At least he has been moved to stable condition now and should improve!! What is going on, Bobby???

Joy

Great writing, Tracy!
Poor Bobby!

Tracy

poor bobby he must be gutted

cath

Poor Bobby -

Em

Gu twrenching Part of me feels so bad for Bobby and part of me wants to smack him and tell him to talk to Jack.

You like angst, don't you, Tracy?

kav

I feel so sorry for Bobby

Sorry ladies, I'm feeling really under the weather today so this post is pretty short.









"Mr. Smith?"

The door oopened slightly, only allowing the person inside to peer out, but not allowing Jack or Sue to see inside.

"No, there's nobody here by that name."

Jack glanced to Sue then back to the door. "We're here to talk to Mr. Smith. It's very urgent."

"I said there's nobody here by that name."

Just as the door was about to close, Jack thrust his hand out, stopping it immediately. He pushed it open all the way, revealing a brown haired young man with a black eye.

"What happened to your eye?" Sue asked.

"Nothing. Now get out."

Before the man could close the door again, Jack stepped forward, blocking the door. "My name is Jack and I'm with the F.B.I.."

A look of fear crossed the young man's eyes before Jack could say anymore and a fist met him.

Jack stepped back, surprised by the blow.

The door slammed shut, but Sue wasn't worried about him anymore.

"Jack, are you okay?" She asked, quickly going to his side to see the bruise that now lay on his cheek.

"Yeah." He said hoarsly as he touched the spot. "I wasn't expecting that."

With a smile, Sue planted her hands on her hips. "Agent Sparky, here I thought you knew exactly what was coming - all the time."

Jack chuckled as he moved his jaw, trying to find the most comfortable position.

There wasn't one.

As he turned back to the door, Sue's hand fell on his arm. "Forget about him, Jack. He's just a kid who's scared. Get Bobby or D to get him. You should get to a hospital."

Jack shook his head quickly. "No, I don't need to go to the hospital."

"I disagree."

After seeing the look of determination in Sue's eyes, Jack nodded. "Alright, but only because you want me to."

"Thank you."

Poor Jack. I'm glad Sue convinced him to get it checked out.


I hope you're feeling better soon Tracy!

Why do people like to hit Jack? I mean, honestly, he gets hit more than any of the other guys... of course, he can certainly take the blow.

Poor Jack!
I think men like to hit Jack because they're jealous of how good looking he is and that women are always so attracted to him!
Hope you get to feeling better soon, Tracy!
Great writing!

Tracy

Think of how the lovely colours of a bruise will bring out the brown of his eyes!

kav

glad he's having it checked out, althogh sue could always kiss it better

cath

At first I was thinking that it wasn't too smart to hit an F.B.I. agent!! Then Kav mentioned the color of the bruise bringing out the color of Jack's eyes, and I totally lost my train of thought!!!

Joy

Feel better Tracy

Poor Jack didn't see that coming!

Kav, do you always see the bright, or should I say colorful side of things

Let it to Kav to think of something like that...although I do agree!

Poor Bobby...the kid was only 20! What was he doing robbing a back!!!!????

MOre please Tracy!

Kav! ... That's cruel !!! Poor Jack ... he needs TLC

And I think Sue's the perfect person to provide the TLC!

Em

Ladies, I would just like to say that I don't have a spellchecker on my computer so if many words are spelled wrong, that is why - and I don't usually run over the post when I'm done writing And I'm feeling much better, thank you!








A knock on the door startled Bobby from his rest.

He stood, dropping the TV remote to the floor. He stooped to pick it up and turn the TV off. After doing so, he went to the door.

He would have bet it would be Jack, but he was glad he hadn't.

"Good eveing, Tara."

The small agent looked up to him, a gentle blush covering her cheeks, a smile curving her lips.

"Hi." She said.

He noted the box in her hands and stepped back, allowing her room to enter the messy aparatment.

"Come on in."

"Thank you." She stepped in, immediately coming in contact with a black jacket that had been placed hazardly in that spot.

Bobby immediately bent to retrieve it and place it on the hanger.

"Sorry about the mess." He said, scratching a place on his neck.

Tara smiled again. "No problem."

"Uh, may I ask what you're doing here?"

She straightened motioning to the box in her hands then flicking her head back, causing the stray pieces of blond-ish hair, as she called it, to fall behind her ear and neck. "Well, I saw how many pizza boxes and chinese take-out containers scattered around your apartment so I thought I'd come over and fix you a proper meal."

Bobby couldn't help but laugh, seeing the spark of comic in Tara's eyes. "Really?"

She nodded then walked to the table and placed the box carefully onto it. "If you're up to it, that is."

He shrugged, trying not to look too eager at the thought of having Tara cook for him. "Yeah, certainly."

"Only one condition, Manning."

He hid a smile as he straightened to his full height. "And what would that be, Williams?"

"You're helping me."

Good for Tara!! I think a home-cooked meal with a friend is just what Bobby needs!!!

Joy

It's great that Tara's going to be there to keep Bobby company. He shouldn't be alone and I think her pleasant company will be really good for him.
Smart girl. Can't wait to see what they cook up.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

Cute!

Em

so sweet

cath

That's what I was thinking!

Glad you're feeling better Tracy!

Tracy

Good idea Tara!

Now we can see if we can really heat things up in the kitchen!

Now I bet Bobby is REALLY glad he lost that bet. I don't think he would have wanted to be cooking something up in the kitchen with Jack

Good for you Tara, you can make Bobby feel better

I have the feeling that the kitchen will be getting very hot soon and if they aren't careful, they might get burned.

I just caught up and I think you're doing a fab job!
Can't wait for your next post.
Hum... I wonder if Bobby's cooking skills will improve?

Bobby? Helping? ... Tara, you do like to live dangerously, don't you?

I know I said that I would be dedicating posts in my last post but I was told that that isn't allowed for a number of reason. I just wanted to let you all know

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-- Chapter 6 --

"It doesn't look like anything serious." The doctor said after looking at the bruise on Jack's face. "Though I'm glad you came in."

Jack smiled slightly. "It wasn't really my choice." He glanced to Sue who stood by the door of the small examination room.

The doctor chuckled as he stepped back, grabbing his clipboard. "You're going to be fine. Just put some ice on it and you should be fine."

Jack nodded and stepped off of the seat. "Thank you, Doctor."

"You're welcome."

Jack and Sue quickly left the hospital.

"He said I was fine." Jack said, looking to Sue who still had a frown on her beautiful face.

"I know." She said with a slight nod.

"Then why do you look so sad?"

"Oh, I was just thinking."

"About what?"

After sighing quietly, Sue looked back to her window. "Nothing."

Distance.

That seemed to be the perfect word for the way they had been acting lately. Just as soon as Jack felt like it was the right time to tell Sue his feelings for her, she turned her back on him.

Of course, it wasn't easy for him. If he ever did feel her becoming more easy to talk to about it, he would shy away.

And now, they had become distant to each other.

Everyone in the bullpen had lately become privvy to calling the relationship of a man and woman who wouldn't talk to eachother a "Jack and Sue". It was like they were pulling a Jack and Sue to a worse degree.

They arrived back at the F.B.I. with no further words spoken.

Jack glanced at his watch as they entered the bullpen. Lunch time.

It was almost empty, asides from Lucy who was gathering files from her desk. She looked up when they entered.

"Oh good, Levi wasn't too happy about you not taking him." She said with a smile as Levi walked from her desk to Sue. As Jack walked to her, her eyebrow rose. "So you finally told her didn't you?"

"Tell who what?"

"You told Sue that you loved her and she punched you."

Jack couldn't help but smile.

You did great job of show the tension between them.

A "Jack and Sue"




Now I can't wait to find out what's happening with Bobby.

This was awesome...I love it when Lucy does this!

Now what is going on with Bobby and Tara... :hmmmmm:

Funny! But I don't think she'd punch him ... more like

Em

"You told Sue that you loved her and she punched you."
Tracy that was just to funny!

That was great Tracy!

Tracy

What more can I say?

I wonder if Sue saw Jack and Lucy's conversation???

Joy

Really enjoying the story - poor Bobby

"As Jack walked to her, her eyebrow rose. "So you finally told her didn't you?"

"Tell who what?"

"You told Sue that you loved her and she punched you.""

I loved this! I can just hear Lucy saying it!

I am sorry, but it is only a snippet today.







"Alright, what next?" Bobby asked, anxiously awaiting further instructions.

Tara smiled at his ruffled appearence. She had coorsed him to wear a flower apron she brought and she couldn't help but want to take a picture of him. With dots of flour on his chin, he looked like the perfect boy.

"Uh, okay we need.. 1 1/4 cups flour, sift or stir before measuring. Which is done." She added, flashing a glance to the flour on his apron.

He simply smiled.

"1/2 teaspoon salt, 1 teaspoon baking powder, 1/2 cup shortening, 1/2 cup peanut butter.."

"I don't have any of that." Bobby said, his eyes narrowing.

Tara shook her head. "I do. I brought everything we need. And, we need 1/2 cup granulated sugar, 1/2 cup light brown sugar, packed, 1/2 teaspoon vanilla and 1 egg." She took a deep breath and placed the recipe back into the box which was now being emptied by Bobby.

"You know, when you said shortening, I actually thought you were going to give it like.. the opposite of Miracle Grow."

Tara laughed as she shook her head, showing him the package of shortening. "Would you like to do the honors, Agent Manning?" She asked, pointing to the bowl that held the flour, an egg and peanut butter.

He smiled, nodding. "Sure."

So cute.

Tracy, I have to thank you for having her just call him Agent Manning. It always bugged me when Darcy called him Special Agent Manning. It would have been fine once or twice, but she did it A LOT! Ok, I'm done now.

Gotta agree, Cindy... that got quite annoying. Plus, I think it would sound better coming from Tara's mouth...

So Bobby!

No peanut butter in the kitchen, Bobby? ...You seriously needed help

Ive just caught this story tracy and its great so more soon please
pretty please
Lin

LOL Bobby and Tara I love it!

Very cute! I still can't believe Bobby had no peaunt butter. But Tara knows him so well!