It’s the latest cold and snowy day in a long winter of them, but the FBI doesn’t care about the weather, criminals sure don’t, so Jubal finds himself yet again trudging through the snow on the way to 26 Fed.
When he hears a familiar voice, for a second he thinks he’s hallucinating from the cold - Kristen isn’t here, she’s in Dallas, that’s where her life is now and it doesn’t matter how much he misses her, how much he wishes things were different, there’s nothing he can do about it.
But then he looks up and he’s looking into Kristen’s face, her broad, beaming smile, and then she’s running, leaping into his arms, allowing him to swing her off her feet and around and around in circles; she’s laughing and suddenly he’s never warm for the first time in weeks.
Fill FBI Jubal/Kristen
When he hears a familiar voice, for a second he thinks he’s hallucinating from the cold - Kristen isn’t here, she’s in Dallas, that’s where her life is now and it doesn’t matter how much he misses her, how much he wishes things were different, there’s nothing he can do about it.
But then he looks up and he’s looking into Kristen’s face, her broad, beaming smile, and then she’s running, leaping into his arms, allowing him to swing her off her feet and around and around in circles; she’s laughing and suddenly he’s never warm for the first time in weeks.