Since the moment he decided to come up to the hospital, his subconscious had been running on non-stop commentary. After he’d left Drew to her birthday celebration, he’d gone to the station to write up his reports from the incident at her house. Because law enforcement, as well as fire department and EMS, had been brought into it, they couldn’t pretend it had never happened. Instead, he followed along with Carrigan’s plan, writing that the fire had been accidental, seemingly caused by a candle in Drew’s room. Luckily for them, the fire marshal had been a childhood friend of his partner, and also agreed to the lie. It hadn’t taken him long to finish and he sat staring at the screen of his computer for a long time, seeing nothing. So long, in fact, that he hadn’t heard his partner come up behind him. “Good thing you did today,” Carrigan remarked, startling Jensen into sitting up straighter. Still, he said nothing. He knew if he engaged in conversation, it would only lead his partner into asking him questions, questions to which he didn’t have an answer.
