bada bing bada boom

I moved blogs! 

Doggett is now over at @agentdoggett, which is the same URL but a different blog. 

that means a decade ago, he lost monica to her working with CSM. he’s not mentioned again. ever. does he know? did they still know each other? 

was he in some secret prison and that was CSM’s leverage? 

or is .... did he retire, is john just ... in some log cabin somewhere ( any residence he has is a log cabin and you can literally fight me in an alley behind any dennys in the continental united states ), and he’s lost every single person he loved, or cared about, ever, in his life. 

and he’s done after that, that’s it, he can’t ... put his heart into the world again, and he’s just unendingly alone. 

Oh, he’s been there before. There were a lot of days, after his sons death, that he didn’t sleep at home. Fell asleep for three or four minutes at a time at his desk or in his parked car. There’s a half a moment he wonders if he can let her sleep (he knows there were some fellow officers that had his back, a decade ago), but the office is closing down. 

Can’t exactly leave her here in a closed office. He’s sure Skinner would have his head. Not to mention the rest of the Bureau. 

        “Stella?” 

            His voice is quiet. 

“I know John, but I didn’t want to bother anyone with it. It’s fine really.”

touch starved meme. accepting. 

kissed on the cheek. @agenica

his heart seizes, and then the straight line of his shoulders drops, relaxes. he looks like an all too familiar trope, a man having forgotten to let out a breath suddenly remembering. hell, his eyelashes flutter. 

( the spot on his cheek burns. ) 

he hums. 

ask doggo some thingos 

          “i’m sorry. monica, i’m so sorry.” the plastic chair he’s sitting in, the beeping of machinery, the way his hands are clasped around one another. time itself seems to have slowed, like there are minutes between minutes.