#finding jaycee

For months, Jaycee had been living a dangerous lie. Caught somewhere between right and wrong, black and white, dangerous and safe. All because she wanted out of the life shed been living since her father had convinced her that she was worth more than Harlan County had to offer. She'd believed him right up until this moment. Her Sig .9 mil was gripped in one hand while she sat with her back pressed firmly against the old wooden barn interior. The splinters of the wood dug into her back as she pulled out her phone. What was she supposed to do? Art had told her to call him directly if there was any trouble but he hadn't answered when she tried his office and cell. So she dialed the only other number she could think of. Her eyes closed for a moment as she tried to calm her breathing. The phone rang endlessly it seemed. Until his voicemail picked up. "Raylan Givens, leave a message after the beep." Tears burned her eyes as she realized the last friendly voice she might hear was a recording of the father she never gave a chance to. The beep was shrill in her ear but it was far more welcome than the gunshots ringing out around her. She was safe enough to call her dad but her situation was dire. "Dad," Her voice wavered. "Dad, things...things are bad." Jaycee opened her eyes to look around her and ensure her safety for the moment. "I'm up at the old Bennet place. Boyd knows. I...if I don't make it out of this..." Her voice trailed off as a silent sob racked her body. "Dad, I am so sorry I was ever hateful to you. You deserved a better daughter and I wish more than anything I could have been that for you." "Put him in his grave, dad. See him to his grave for me."

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The car dropped her off that bright morning at the hotel to pick them up. Jaycee had to show her badge three times before she could get to the room they were staying in. A soft knock later, she was staring up at the man who had helped form her career and taught her how to investigate murders. Once she entered the hotel room, she turned all business.  The years had been kind to Jaycee Givens. Her face had hardly changed, maybe lost a few pounds due to stress, and her hair was down to her collarbone again. They had, however, grown her up a lot more quickly than she would have thought. “Agent Hotchner.” She greeted softly. “Theres a few things we need to go over before I take you guys to your new home.” She said. Her attention quickly turned to his son, giving him a smile. “Hi, Jack.” Jaycee knelt down to get more on Jacks level. “Im Jaycee. Its nice to meet you.” Her voice was soft with the young boy, knowing how scary all of this could be for a child.  @ssa-ahotchner

"It's comfortable here, Sir. This is home now." She motioned to the bullpen. "There's noise here, even after everyone has gone home and my apartment is too quiet."

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It was like looking in a god damn mirror for Jaycee Ray as she stared at her father. Her elbow was captive to his hand, effectively keeping her from running head first into danger. The exact thing someone should have done for him when he was around her age. And for a moment, she considered listening to her father. But that moment quickly passed. "This isn't about you. This is about my boyfriend. I'm in love with him and I'll be damned if I sit back and let him die because you have a plan that could go south." Jaycee wanted to pull her arm from him but she stayed still in his grasp. She knew damn well that Raylan was right. Jaycee wasn't involved in this yet but Raylan was. The smart thing to do would be to let him go in and do what he could. With a sigh, Jaycee pulled her arm from his hand, shaking her head now. "Alright, fine. We'll do it your way." She muttered. "But I am not happy about it."

Send me “Close To You” for my muse’s reaction to our muses being caught in a scenario where they are stuck in a small space together, pressed up against one another will little to no space between them. ~~~~ Their romance was one for the ages. It was ths opposite of what Jaycee knew. She'd fallen in love with her ex so suddenly and things had moved so quickly. But Aaron reminded her to slow down, to enjoy the ride, and just enjoy each other. She fell in love with Aaron slowly, steadily, and knowingly. There were no doubts in her mind that Aaron was the place she belonged, the only arms she ever wanted wrapped around her ever again. Jaycee reached for him in the middle of the night. His breathing had fallen into a rapid pace and Jaycee knew what that meant. He was having one of his nightmares again. She'd come to bed late and had yet to fall asleep next to him. It'd taken a year for them to get to this point, for her to spend the night while Jack was home. Jaycee had understood why and had never pushed him. Both of them were still healing. His gentle hands and immpeccable patience had done wonders on her emotional wounds. Jayce crawled over to him in the bed once he'd woken, slowly moving her body over his. She laid ever so gently on him, resting her small body against his. Jaycee leaned her head down, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin at the base of his throat. "Hey," Her fingers ran through his hair. "I'm here, youre safe." She reminded him in a soft tone just above a whisper. Her body rested against his, her hazel eyes watching his face. "I've got you, I've got Jack. You are both safe with me." Her lips pressed against the side of his neck and then his jaw with feather light kisses. "Im with you."

Honestly, that's verse-dependent. I can give you all of them, though! I'll only give you the ones on Tumblr for the sake of brevity. ~~~ Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky - The loss of her mother to Luekimeia, an accident rendering Ice in a wheelchair, Ice being diagnosed with Leukemia, her feelings for Ice, a failed relationship with her Father, and now TOPGUN. - Raylan Givens - Her mother's deceit, trying to learn about Raylan, college, work, and finding out what she wants to do with her life. - Aaron Hotchner - I think mainly shes mourning her relationship and leaving everything shes ever known, learning a new job, finding her peace in the midst of chaos, and balancing her work and home life. This is also verse-dependent but we have like eight threads and its all different.