I wish I could say the last two weeks have been so wonderful that I was too busy to post, but I can't. There have been ups and downs just like with anyone, at anytime, no matter their circumstances. I don't want to spill my guts in a public journal, so I'll just say I'm the happiest I've been in years.

Who: Jim Brass, Conrad Ecklie, Bobby Dawson
Where: Brass and Ecklie's condo
When: After leaving the hospital

Jim parked the car in the garage. He hazarded a glance in the rearview mirror, Bobby looked pale. "We're home." He said quietly, opening his door.

I still don't understand the purpose of these journals. Ecklie told me they'd help me keep tabs on my cops, though his face the other day when he was checking up on a couple makes me wonder if I actually want to know what's going on in my cops lives. I have a feeling if I read all my cops journals I'd end up with more headaches then I want. I'm curious as to why he called Grissom and Brown in, and fairly certain I don't really want to know anymore then I want to help Sanders with a decomp.

THIS IS CAPTAIN BRASS, I CAN'T TAKE YOUR CALL AT THIS TIME. PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP
(VOICEMAILS IN BOLD, TEXT MESSAGES IN ITALICS, OOC IN BOTH, PLEASE AND THANK YOU)