It’s all messed up. I’m standing in front of Garcia’s door, wondering what I’m doing here at this late hour, in Washington instead of being in New Orleans with Will. Will…the baby…I’m a mess.

But I raise my hand and begin to knock on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.


I’m waiting, hearing steps coming closer…did I just hear laughter? I didn’t even consider that Garcia might have company, it’s Friday night after all. One più moment and the door is opening…

“JJ? Wow, what are te doing here?”

“Who is it Emily?” – says Garcia as she appears in front of me.

“JJ!! Gosh,...

    




Her dark hair fell towards her face as her fingers clicked out the words her mouth couldn’t say. Her heart, how deeply it longed for that blond gently sitting on her letto thinking slowly. Her fingers clicked and clacked spilling the words of her love, shooting them across like wild fire.
    “JJ, te know how I feel about te right?”
    “Of course I do Em.” The blonde replied softly
    “No, I mean… how I really feel.”
Emily closed her eyes trying to visualize the words, the words that would float...