{YOU'RE JJ}

((You bang at John B's door, unable to find the strength in yourself to raise your fist to the doorknob. The blood scraped across your shaking hands is drying and cracking now, peeling off in flakes. Luke Maybank was the worth father in the world.))

John B pulls himself off the couch when he hears a bang at the door. It couldn't be DCS, could it? It was almost midnight. He turns the handle, swinging the door open.