+18 eps. 17-21 - After a hard case that takes the team to DC in order to catch a blackhat and prevent a bombing, all hell breaks loose on their return to Boston , when the ghost of the Libra killer comes back to torture Brock seven years after the m...
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Brock invited Gillian and Connor in with a curt nod. And swallowed his relief when he saw she wore her regular gear. Good. Nothing distracting. It would be like seeing her any other day at the field office. Andrea hurried from the kitchen to welcome them with her bright grin, hugs and kisses, while he closed the front door.
Connor followed Andrea back to the kitchen, both of them already chattering in the best of moods.
Gillian turned to Brock with an awkward quick smile and showed the plastic bag she carried. "Andrea said she already had everything, so we brought some ice cream," she said.
He couldn't help scowling at her hesitating, weary tone, so unlike her. "Thanks. Here, I'll take it to the fridge."
She handed him the bag and stayed there, a couple of steps away from the door. And she needed all her will not to flee like the coward she was. To keep herself from doing it, she glanced around. It was a rather small apartment. A large space set as a living room on the left and the family room on the right, a brick breakfast bar in L-shape separated the open kitchen. Past the kitchen and the living room, a discreet corridor with three doors. Two bedrooms and the bathroom, she guessed. Another door at the end of it, surely a utility room. Everything neat and clean and sober.
Connor called from the kitchen. "Mom! We're lacking a few things!"
"What d'you need?" she asked, coming closer to the breakfast bar.
The boy replied as he inspected the paper bags on the counter. "Red chili and raisins."
Andrea turned to him with a questioning frown. "You didn't mention that."
"Yes, I did."
"Really?"
"I got it," said Gillian. She wasn't about to miss a chance to leave, at least for a while. "Andrea, is there any supermarket around?"
"Yeah! It's... Wait." The girl turned to Brock. "Dad, you didn't buy the wine, right?"
He scowled again. "Err... No, I didn't."
"Then why don't you take Reg to the supermarket, so she can get what Con needs and you pick a wine you two like."
Brock and Gillian excelled at hiding their horror at the girl's idea.
He managed a nod. "Okay..." he muttered, grabbed his car keys and turned to Gillian. "Shall we?"
Gillian nodded too, adding Andrea with Connor to her to-do list—well, maybe not as slow and bloody. She followed Brock out and down the quiet hall, nodded once more to thank him for holding the door for her, followed him again to his car. She tried to ignore his cologne when he opened the car door for her and she got in, her eyes always down. A moment later he sat by her side without a word and started the engine. She buckled up her seatbelt and looked ahead, admonishing her eyes not to glance at him. Damn stupid man. Such a bitter scowler shouldn't look so good in and out of his suits. That black polo seemed designed only for him to wear.
