Blast From The Past

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson had just rolled onto his back, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breath from their recent activities. It was evening and they had both finished work, since they were working together. As soon as they reached his apartment, he hadn't been able to resist her. Just like he usually couldn't. So their next stop had been his bed... a more traditional place for this kind of thing. The fact that he was spending so much time with her, and doing all this with her so often... was out of the norm for him. He didn't like forming strong relationships with other people. Yet for whatever reason... he just kept encouraging one with her. He cursed himself for it, but then didn't do anything to change it.

He closed his eyes for a moment, just basking in the afermath of that high. It was still early enough in the evening that he knew she wouldn't be runnning off for the night, so he was going to take as much advantage of it as he could. He moved his arm behind his head so that the back of his head was rested on his hand and his elbow was propped on the side she wasn't on. Damn, he felt relaxed, not the kind that made him want to sleep but the kind that felt at ease and... dare he say, at peace.

[Tag: Julianna]

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Julianna felt relaxed, and limp. Her breathing was slowly easing from the gasping that she had been not long ago. She always felt a bit of guilt being here, and doing this but after so many years of living for other people, she couldn't stop coming to him--or with him. She felt alive, and like a woman rather then a doctor or a mother. She liked that. Liked being with him--even if he was still an annoying caveman at the best of times.

Turning toward him she rolled so that her front was tucked into his side, and her head rested on his shoulder. He wasn't a tender sort of man, but she wasn't feeling done with him yet. "What to know a Bio-psychological fact?" She whispered, teasing him, but not giving him a moment to answer either cause she knew he would try to say something to ruin her mood--the less he talked the better her nights went. Lifting up over him she did little peckish kisses between her words.

"Women might take longer to to get going but they stay going longer." Meaning he better not get to relaxed! Moving down to kiss him deeper she groaned when his phone rang. Rolling there back with a thud, Julianna let him answer it--because when one of them (cops or agents) didn't answer their phone it meant others would come looking to check on them.

[Derek Jackson]

He felt her shift closer to him, her head resting on her shoulder... and then she opened her mouth. She lost him after the first syllable of that rather long sounding word. Part of him wondered if he could pretend to be asleep so that he didn't have to hear the answer, but instead, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her, giving her a look of complete disinterest. She seemed to know him well though because before he had a chance to answer, she was giving him light kisses and then answering her own question. He got the gist of her words, though it was more her actions that made him understand him. The way she was kissing him, made him close his eyes again, deepening the kiss as well but it ended far sooner than he wanted. She moved off of him and he cursed, annoyed that his damn phone chose now to ring.

He reached over toward the dresser to get it, glancing at the caller ID. It was the station. Before answering it, he moved on top of her, not wanting her to lose that thought or where she was going with it. His hand fell between her legs, letting a finger slip inside and finding that one spot that he knew could undo her, applying a great of pressure on it to make her instantly react. Simultaneously he answered his phone, creating an unspoken challenge, or to him a game, of him doing things to her that usually made sounds escape her, yet with being on the phone and him being on top of her... she would have to fight to stay silent if she didn't want to be heard over the line. He even went as far as to use his elbows to hold down her arms so she couldn't use her hands to cover her mouth. "Jackson," he answered with a bit of a smirk as he looked down at her.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

She hated him, and she was going to kill him! He wanted emotional responses, well when he hung up the phone he would get one! Maybe! If she survived the phone call. Which was a half and half change right now.

He had rolled over, and pinned her arms down, while he began tormenting her in the best ways he could--while on the phone! Which meant instead of crying out when his fingers touched her just at the right place, she was holding her breath and trying to free her hands. One hand moved to try to pull his hand away from her, but the annoying man was stronger then her--and she wasn't trying too hard.

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson was amused, seeing her pathetically trying to get her arms free from where his body weight was holding her down. It only made him move deeper into her, and press harder. He realized he should probably be paying attention to what was being said on the other side of the call... and he did, as soon as a single sentence caught his full attention. "Son of a bitch!" He cursed into the phone. The smirk faded from his face and was instead replaced with his usual expression... no, angrier than usual. "Don't give me that shit! This one is mine!" He pulled his hand from her and moved off of her, standing on his feet and he balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder and began to put on his pants.

"Don't do a damn thing without me!" Assigned to another case or not, he wasn't letting this go. So with those final words, hung up the phone and went to get a shirt. "I'm going to the station," he stated angrily. Meaning, she could come with him, stay here, or he could give her a ride home... though she was weird secretive over where she lived so he seldom actually dropped her off. Once his shirt was on, he reached for his gun, badge, and sat on the edge of the bed to start putting on his shoes. If she was coming with him, she better get ready fast cause he wasn't going to wait.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

One moment she was on the edge, and trying not to breath or she would cry out. Just as the rush of bliss was about to over take her--he stopped! Julianna stayed quite on the bed, and took in his conversation. He was angry, but not in his normal casual way. Something had happened. Something upsetting.

Rolling from the bed, she began to dress quickly. Today she had been out in the field so she had on more practical clothes, with black pressed jeans, and a button up shirt. Pulling on her boots, she watched him grab his gun. "What's happened?" They could say they were working late on the cases she was assigned too; so she wasn't worried about showing up with him. Checking the mirror, Julianna flattened her hair as best she could with her fingers before moving to follow him.

[Derek Jackson]

When she asked what happened he didn't answer. He just glanced at her and saw that she was already ready to go. He rose to his feet once he was dressed and headed to the front door, stepping out and waiting for her to come so he could lock up. "Station or home?" He questioned, wondering if she planned to go to the station with him or if she was going to get a cab from here or something. He didn't care whatever she decided to do. He just knew that he had to get there before some idiot screwed up this case more than it already was.

Moron told him it was too personal for him. Well of course it was damn personal! That didn't mean he shouldn't be on it... he knew it better than anyone else. He had worked hard to put that guy away and now they were going to hand it off to someone else? Hell no. Not if he had anything to say or do about it.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He ignored her, and while she was used to him not talking to her, she wasn't used to this. It was different. He was edgy, and on a mission. She could see the barely contained rage and knew whatever this was he should not be getting involved. It was dangerous for people who got this angry to get into something emotionally messy. "I'll go there with you." She told him, following him from the door out to his car, and getting into her seat.

She watched him, took in the details she could. It was one thing to read people but it was another to see this open display of rage on his face. Contained, yes, and while he looked normal you could also see the tightness to him. "I would like to know what has happened, before I walk into it. What was the phone call about? An old case?" He had said it was one of his. She assumed it was an unfinished assignment.

[Derek Jackson]

She said that she was going to go to the station with him, and he didn't say anything about that. He silently got into the car, and when she too was inside, began to drive, going faster than he should be but was also willing to pull out his badge should anyone be stupid enough to pull him over. She asked waht this was about, because she wanted to know what she was getting into.

What she was getting into? She wasn't getting into anything. Especially not this. "It's none of your damn business," he snapped. She had guessed right but he wasn't about to tell her that. "And you're not walking into anything. This has nothing to do with you." She wasn't going to be personally involved, nor was this related to her job that she came here to do. Hell, he wasn't even going to tell her the details of it if he could avoid it.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He was such a caveman! Julianna normally would have told him so, and been annoyed, but she could tell this was something different for him. "If you didn't want me to know any of it, why offer me a ride to the station?" She countered, knowing that he had at least assumed she might join him on this or he would have told her to find a ride home--or knowing him to 'get lost'.

Instead he had asked her where she wanted to go. Home or with him. She'd chosen to go with him, because she . . . . she something toward him. She still wasn't ready to define her feelings toward him, mainly because she knew that she was keeping most of her life hidden from him. She wasn't ready to blur all the rules yet. Wasn't ready for him to meet or know about Gabby.

[Derek Jackson]

She asked him a question that he couldn't answer. It was too deep, and he was already too angry to even think about it. And think about the implications of her words and the logic she had used and just... he wasn't in the mood for this. "Stop trying to f***ing profile me!" He yelled, hitting the steering wheel with one hand out of pure anger and rage. "Get the hell out if you don't want to go to the station! I'm not bringing you there for me!" Even if his offer may have suggested otherwise. Deep down... he knew there were reasons he had asked her. But that didn't mean he was ready to admit them to anyone, not even himself.

He pulled out quickly shut off the car and practically leaped out of it, slamming the door shut as hard as he could. He didn't wait for her, or even look at her. He walked straight into the building and went directly where he needed to go: the chief's office. He didn't even bother knocking. He just barged right in and slammed the door shut behind him. The chief was with a couple other cops and detectives, having seemed to anticipate Jackson's anger. The police chief even went as far as to shut the blinds in the office to keep this meeting private from everyone else outside the room.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

It wasn't often she made him mad enough to drop the f word on her, and because of that she stayed silent the whole ride there. He got out and walked in, while she sat there for a moment brace herself for whatever was going to happen. By the time she got in there, it was in time to hear him slam the door on the other side of the building. That would go well.

Asking another officer for details, she filled herself in quickly before talking to the door, and opening it to quietly enter in, and catch the end of the conversations flying around the room. Prisoners had been in transit, and one of them had been broken out by men working on the outside. It was technology her job to find the men escaped from prisons, but she knew that they meant more then mentally deranged kind rather then gang leaders.

[Derek Jackson]

The meeting was not going in Jackson's favor. He was getting more and more heated to the point that he didn't even notice when Julianna had come in. "My mind's made up Jackson. You're not working it." The Chief's tone held a bit of sympathy in it, as if he understood why Jackson was upset. Jackson could feel his breaths getting heavy from the sheer anger of the chief's words. To deprive him the chance of working this case... well, it was more than Jackson was capable of handling right now.

He was not going to respect the Chief's decision... but he also knew that there was no way he would get all the information he needed because everyone else would be given the order to withhold it from him. Unable to contain his anger, he walked past everyone and stormed out of the room. He probably should have gone to the gym to relieve some of the rage building within him but instead, he went home. By the time he got inside, he was still fuming and ended up throwing the table over on its side and angrly tossing a chair at the wall. He felt like he was suffocating with this amount of intense anger and had nothing he could do to control it. That much had been made clear the second he was denied permission to work this case that was very important to him.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He stormed out, and she only watched him. She could tell that this was important to him, so she stayed. Everyone looked at her for a moment and she stepped up to the desk. The Chief might be her boss in the idea that she was on loan to them and she could not run around unchecked, but the fact that she was a federal officer sent here for this exact reason meant she had power over the cases she took, and didn't need his express permission.

'No.' He told her in a quite voice, as she picked up the file. Julianna got the impression he was asking as well as telling her not to do this. "This is my job, it's why I am here. Give him tonight to deal with whatever is going on in his head. If tomorrow, I think he is still a bull in a china shop, you can assign someone else to me for a while. Until then, this is why I am here. We will catch this man."

'Do you know who you are hunting. Do you know who that is to him?' No, she had no clue. "I am aware of his history with the case. I will factor it in, and we will speak to you first thing in the morning. Let the local officers begin doing road blocks, and their searches. I will build a profile and see where I think he will go."

It took her half an hour to get out of that meeting, but she stayed clam and made sure that he knew she was rational about this, even if Jackson wasn't. When she left, Julianna took a cab to his place, and knocked on the door. When he answer it, she held the file up. "We have five hours to prove this case is ours, or even my FBI badge wont help you." It was her asking if she could come in.

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson heard a knock at the door and he pulled out his gun. He wasn't stupid. Whether he had this case or not... they were going to come after him. He didn't doubt that the man would want revenge for Jackson having locked him up for these past several years. He gripped his gun, his finger on the trigger as he cautiously approached the door. When he looked through the peep hole, he saw it was Julianna. He tucked his gun in the top of his pants, pulled his shirt over it and opened the door. She held up the file and told him that they had five hours. It was enough to make him pause and process what she was telling him.

She had gotten the case. And the time limit indicated that it was not be sneaking it off the desk. She had used her rank and position to get it. Jackson stepped aside so that she could walk in and closed and locked the door behind her. He turned to face her, staring at her for a moment. "Why did you do that?" He asked. He didn't like owing people favors. Though... part of him knew she didn't do it because she had ulterior motives or because she wanted something in return. Had she read the file? That would be the next question because just as he didn't like owing people favors... he didn't like sympathy either.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Julianna walked in and then looked at him when he asked her why she did that. "Because it seemed important to you." She admitted, not sure why she was even done it. "And besides it's my job anyway to catch men who escape from that prison so I might as well work on something more current. We have a better chance at catching him." She added on to keep that from getting personal because that would only make him more mad.

She also had to be honest. "If you walk into work tomorrow, and act angrier then your normal charming self, he will pull rank on me. So whatever you need to do to get it out of your system, do it before going to work." Go to the gym and hit something, or run a few miles or whatever he did.

"For now we need to talk about the case. He broke out and the local boys--" Which he was, but she wasn't, "--are doing all the basic things but if someone broke him out, then he had a plan in place. People are predicable. If we can look at his past habits, I can build a profile in a few hours and try to figure out where he would be hiding."

[Derek Jackson]

She said she did this because it was important to him. He didn't quite understand that. And at the same time, he did. He wasn't sure what to say so was relieved that she kept talking and explaining more details. Even going as far as to warn him that he needed to be calmer. Or well, calmer than he had been today. He would just have to remind himself why and hoped that it would work. He wasn't exactly known for having a good temper. She hadn't mentioned anything of the specifics that he had been wondering if she knew. What she did sound was determined. He was relieved to hear that she wasn't just doing this for him, but also because it was part of her job to catch fugitives. That made it easier to process and less confronting of bringing any emotions into this.

After all she said, he stayed silent for several moments. "Did you read the file?" His voice was calmer than he had expecteed but still serious, still having that underlying tone of range. If she had read the full file then she would have seen the specific person that this guy had killed. She would know that Jackson had been the arresting officer and understand why he had such a deep investment in this case. If she didn't... then he would have to tell her because she would find out eventually.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He only asked if she read the file, and she looked over to where the table should be and noticed for the first time that it was not there. Looking back at him with a speaking glance, she moved instead to the counter of the kitchen and begin laying out the file so they could begin going over it.

"The cab was too dark," So she had not read the file but she knew enough of him and his reaction to know this had to be a case of his and one he got personally invested in. Which she admitted too. "I do know that you were working the case. I could tell that from the phone call and your reaction. . . . so who better to help me do it again?"

[Derek Jackson]

So she didn't know. So he would have to tell her. He knew she could easily find out by reading the file, he could even prompt her to do so to avoid having to physically tell her... and at the same time, something compelled him to be the one to tell her. He wasn't sure why, nor did he want to explore the deep seated reasons. He knew he was getting too close to her, and yet, did nothing to change that.

"I was the arresting officer," he began to explain. "I had been hunting down this guy for a while. Finally got him, and put his ass in jail." It had not been easy, but he had been very determined. And now, he would have to explain why. "He shot and killed a detective," Jackson continued to explain. He paused for a moment, knowing he was capable of suppressing all his emotions when saying this next bit... though his words sounded completely void of any emotion. "Detective Brendan Jackson."

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He began explaining and she didn't look up at him, instead she was working on sorting the file notes and details so they were in an order she could deal better with while thinking. She found a photo in the file of the detective that was killed a second before Jackson said the name.

Her eyes moved to his face, and she knew that she wasn't hiding her surprise well. Blinking slowly Julianna looked back at the photo. "All the more reason to make sure he does not get far." Because it was more then just his case, it was his father. "And to make sure we are the ones to catch him." Together. It would be a dangerous line to walk with him but she trusted him.

"Jackson, my father was murdered when I was eight years old. By his best friend. I can imagine how important it is for you to be the one to catch him. I want to help you."

[Derek Jackson]

He didn't know how she was going to react, and was already dreading some sort of sympathetic condolence. Some bullshit about how she was sorry for his loss, and how she felt so bad for him. But her reaction was nothing like that. It was actually one that he had not expected, and one that he was relieved for. She seemed to know the importance of him being the one to catch the bastard, but she said their names collectively... and it didn't sound as bad as he thought it would.She went on to say that her own father was murdered by his best friend. That sounded like a dramatic story. One that he did not want to talk about right now.

He didn't know much about her family, just like she didn't know much about his. It was clear that they were very private people when it came to their personal lives and well... he didn't encourage that kind of conversation. She said she wanted to help him... and knew that she already had by getting him this case. "You help me catch this guy, maybe I'll start believing in that profiling crap you do." He was teasing her, mocking her... they had been together long enough for him to do that with a deeper level than just being an asshole. Truth was, he couldn't ignore the results, and knew that whatever she did, however little he understood it, it was effective. And maybe this would help catch this guy faster than before.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Julianna raised her brows when he said that he might start believing in her profiling if she helped catch him. "If I had know that was all it took, I would have broken someone out of prison months ago." She teased an picked up her phone to send a text to her neighbor to let them know of the prison break, and that she would not be home.

"Make some coffee, it's going to be a long night." Pulling the papers apart she talked out loud while both explaining things to him, and asking for imput.

"The Chief took you off because he thought you'd be a hindrance. However from a profilers point of view you'd be the best foot foward. You know him. You learned him. We need to take what you know and apply it." Which might not be easy because he had little to no willingness to work at spades other then his own.

"My very first assignment when I finished school was a nation wide man hunt for six men who escaped from Fox River." She was sure that would ring a bell, since everyone talked had to see it on the news. It was about 9 years ago. She wasn't a full agent then, but it would still help her now. Even though she hated thinking of Gabby's father, he was the best.

"So your him. When escaping your first goal is to get out of sight, somewhere safe. A pattern will build here. Safe, run, safe run. The places will be ones he knows, and trusts but not visited often before he went to jail."

"We need to build a list of all his properties, all his hang outs. The ones of his men. His family. Women in his life." Reaching for her phone she knew someone she could call in a favor with. Garcia. A computer girl in the FBI who could compile a list for them. "I will get us some addresses, I need you to get a map and markers, or colored pens or highlighters. Each location gets a number, 5 being safe haven, a place he knows well and loves. 1 being restaurants or other places he would be caught at with ease. We can ignore 1s and 5s would be were the other locals are looking. We want the 3s. Build a list, and then we hit the streets to begin hunting him there." Because it would be the safest last place he would think cops would look for him at.

[Derek Jackson]

She told him to make some coffee and for once, he didn't give any lip back because he knew that it was indeed going to be a long night. So he went to the kitchen and put the coffee maker on, listening to her further explain the case. The Chief thought he was a 'hindrance'... which was a load of crap. Apparently he was 'too emotionally invested', he should be 'focusing on his assignment of keeping Grayson safe'... and all those other bull shit reasons that he was a hindrance to a case that was his. At least Grayson seemed to see it from his point of view. Which was why he needed to tell her whatever he could to make sure that they held onto the case and it didn't go off to some idiot detective who didn't know what the hell they were doing. He'd heard about the Fox River case... didn't know she had worked on it though. Gave him a bit more hope that they could get this guy and fast. Before he could do any damage or get too far. He filled two mugs of coffee and carried on back to her, setting it on the table since he had sorta took his anger out on the other table. She was asking him to put himself in the guy's shoes... was this part of that profiling crap stuff that she did? "He's got a lotta connections," Jackson began to explain, unable to sit because he was still heated from everything. "Boys on the street, ones loyal to him." Which was why this was all the more dangerous. Not that that worried Jackson, he just knew that everyone was going to be on edge until they caught this guy.

"He'd go to them first, get what he can from them to set himself up." Money, IDs, information. "They're not gonna give him up. They'll do any dirty work for him." But Jackson also knew that while he may get a passport or something, he wasn't going to leave the country right away. The bastard would want revenge first. "He had a woman, Marissa, and a couple of kids. She left him, even testified against him so they put her in witness protection. He's gonna wanna try to find out where she is." She was protected, but he knew that the idiot blamed him for losing her. Jackson hoped Monte came after him... he could put the son of a bitch in his place. Maybe that was another reason his chief didn't want him on the case. He set his mug down and went to grab a map... this was a cop's apartment after all. He pinned it onto his wall and grabbed a marker, starting to mark down different places, using whatever code she gave him. Most of these locations he knew would be off limits to Monte. He had used them before because he had been in plain sight, they just hadn't been able to get any evidence to put him away. Now, circumstances were different... cause every cop on the street would be looking for him.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Julianna called Garcia, and asked for a 'personal favor' of getting the information she needed, because it would be faster then calling the local station and waiting for a free tech to look it up and build a report. Julianna got an email, and used her laptop (that she had left at his house earlier) to show him. "Here is some information on his men, and places they have spent money at, or owned in the last two years." He could add them to the map.

Julianna went back to profiling while he looked at places. Slowly she begin to noticed a pattern in the crimes. The gang would do a lot of bad things, but the only time that Monte ever got his hands dirty was when someone crossed him. He was a man of power, and enjoyed that power. He would like knowing his men would die for him. Kill for him. Though when his pride was hurt he handled it personally.

Jackson spoke of a wife and kids, and Julianna thought of Gabby. He was going to what them all back, but when he did the wife was as good as dead. He would blame the woman and the---Jackson. He would blame Jackson. The question would be, would Monte go after safety or revenge first.

Looking down at the paper work she tried to decide. In her laptop bag there was a red marker, and she walked up to Jackson. Slowly she extended it. "Mark the station, your gym, your hangouts that you've been to on a semi-normal week . . . your apartment." Picking up her phone, she begin to dial into the station. "He is going to get arrogant, and he's not going to run. This is his town, and he will stay long enough to find his wife and make others pay." Jackson. Once someone picked up the phone, she asked for some officers to drive by Jackson's place to keep and eye on the streets so that no surprises came their way.

[Derek Jackson]

He looked at the information she showed him and begann to mark down thoee places on the map as well. He was looking at it, seeing all the places, distances between them, what places existed between them... and then she came up to him with a marker. He took the marker, but she then instructed him to put down the places that he frequented. Which meant that, he wasn't going to use the marker. She was already figuring out how Monte's mind worked... something that had taken Jackson a while to figure out, yet she'd only figured it out in a matter of moments. Proved how good she was at her job. She then began telling the person on the other line to have cops drive by his place sure it was safe.

"Don't!" He told her, not wanting cops to be checking in on him. "I don't need damn protection!" He added angrily, throwing the marker on the table to show that he wasn't going to add his places to the list. "I want that son of a bitch to come at me." Though he knew that Monte would first send his goons after him... something else that Jackson was looking forward to. "I will end that piece of shit," he mumbled, feeling that anger burning him up inside. "So stop calling the station to send patrols and focus on something that's actually gonna catch him." Like they were doing before she noticed Monte's patterns and habits which may involve Jackson.