I wrote two drafts of this last night—one in my head, one on my phone (email drafts, ftw)—and basically, canon is fine it just needs a little cushioning every now and again and this was one of those times.
aka, the closing moment I was looking for after 3x14 and just supplemented myself. Let me know how it is, yeah?
The rap on his door is jarring, disorienting. Brow pinching, Jay grabs his phone to check for a missed call or text, leaving his documentary—ancient Japan and an empire long lost—playing so whoever is on his front step has no reason to suspect he heard them.
His phone is dark, no notifications waiting.
The guys would know better than to show up at his place. Ruzek had invited them all out to Molly’s after the case, but Jay had shaken his head. It’d been scarcely two hours after the case closed and even then, he’d been able to feel the adrenaline of the day wearing off, leaving raw, bruised nerves behind.
It hadn’t helped that Erin had left with Sergeant Benson without a backwards glance, and he’d known then that space was the only way to get through tonight. Antonio had seemed to get it, giving Ruzek a shove towards the stairs while offering an understanding grimace to Jay.
Even now, anxious energy churns in his chest, two beers and a handful of hours later, the frustration burning hot enough to spell a long, hard run in his near future. But with the rest of the unit aware that he needs to be alone tonight—for their sake as much as his own—Jay’s left with a pitiful short list of who might be on his doorstep half past twelve am.