It was late. It was always late, with the state of the island currently, it couldn't really be helped. As such, he closed the door behind him with a quiet click and took off his shoes - if only to keep his footsteps somewhat silent as he moved through Juliana's home. Finding her in the kitchen, illuminated by the glow of her phone. "What're you still doing up?" He whispers, slipping into a place in front of her that he didn't really know if he belonged in, "Did she wake you up?"

Keeping the media out of the Carvalho's front yard was growing increasingly difficult the more news spread about her gruesome murder. Stations from the mainland had begun arriving in the early hours of the morning and no matter how many times they'd been told - they continued to encroach while Jake and his team moved forward with interrogations and talking to her family. "I already told you," he barked out in a rather authoritative tone, "I don't have anything to say to you right now. You'll be updated when we're ready." His focus momentarily compromised, Jake bumped into another, catching both of them from falling too far as his features softened, "Hey - you okay? You really shouldn't be here."

"I'll be out in a minute." The knock at the bathroom door was the second to come in the last half an hour. Jake hadn't quite managed to pull himself together in the early hours of the morning after they'd pulled the car from the lake. The lifeless bodies of Stella and Atticus turned his blood colder than he'd ever felt it. Two people who trusted him; two people he'd promised to do good by. Splashing water over his face did nothing to draw him out, but there was no real stopping the fact that he had to show up for the people still alive on this fucking island. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jake flicked the lock and stepped out into the hall, "Sorry, I didn't realize what the time was... I didn't wake you, did I?"

The uproar was nothing he wasn't expecting. Slowly, over time it'd grown with each passing murder and truthfully, Jake couldn't blame any of them for being angry. For questioning why they weren't doing anything - how they had no idea who was doing all of this. Viktor was an easy grab; caught red handed - but it felt too easy, and unlike some of his coworkers, he didnt believe for a second that the kid had anything to do with it. Flowers. Imprinted, flashing in his mind each time his thought shifted. Flowers. Stella - Isabella, Atticus - Toni. Flowers. His friends, his family... And they had nothing. "No comment," he bites out, hands turning his badge over in his hands as he's approached by another. He doesn't expect them to ask him anything other than something he can't answer right there and then.

There was no real telling what Jesse might do when he came home to find Jake sitting upon the front step, an opened bottle of whiskey sitting beside him as he waited - silently. Truthfully, Jake still wasn't sure what space they were in; talking, yes.. but beyond that, he didn't know what opinion his former best friend had of him. In lieu of losing two of his employees, however, Jake chose to forgo caring. Choosing to be there for him instead. "Drink?" He asked as the tall shadow of Jesse loomed ever closer, cracking the lid and holding it out for him, "I'm betting you need it."

"Go on," he balked, somehow entirely without words, and not at all surprised at the fact he'd caught Valentina skulking around Locke Row. "I've had four calls about someone peeking in windows around here, and I find you." Jake slammed the drivers side door, moving around the front of his car to where she was cuffed to the vehicle itself. "Talk your way out of this one, please."