Evie had of course finished up just going home. Where else could she go? All the places she would normally go in moments of crisis in her life weren't 'open' at the moment (her Dad's place, Steve's, James') and the people she looked to for advice and solace weren't there either. In some cases, they were on the opposite side - or at least that's how it felt. At that point though, she wasn't really thinking like that. Truth was, she wasn't really thinking at all. She went home, fetched a bottle of scotch and a glass from the kitchen and went into the lounge. She called the hospital and checked on her Dad and her bother, and then she sat down, switched on the TV and poured herself a very large drink. For the rest of the night she watched bad TV without really seeing any of it and drank good scotch.
She woke up the following morning, still on the couch, still dressed in the black dress. She had been woken by loud banging on her front door. As she eased herself up, wincing a little at the sore head and on seeing the half empty bottle, she was aware of a key being slipped into her lock. She turned to look back to the door just as James walked in. The Taylors all had keys to each other's places in case of emergencies. Perhaps somewhere in Evie's subconscious, she wasn't surprised to see James and even the key in the door hadn't been something which had worried her. Burglars don't use keys of course! James reached up to take his key out of the lock and then stopped when he saw his sister on the couch. They just looked at each other for a moment. James was half expecting her to ask what the hell he thought he was doing but she said nothing. Then she turned away. She picked up the bottle and the glass and then stood up, stifling the moan as her head exploded in pain. She was surprisingly steady on her feet. She walked into the kitchen, saying nothing to James. What was there to say. She guessed he was there to persuade her that quitting the force was not the answer, to convince her that they would get Chin. She wasn't sure that she wanted to hear it.
James watched her walk into the kitchen and disappear. He closed the door. He didn't really know what he was going to say to Evie but he wasn't leaving until her had her thinking properly. Steve was usually the one who did this kind of thing. When it came to Evie, he normally took the more subtle approach, whereas Steve preferred the swift kick in the ass. He was prepared to have to be a little more direct. He slipped his jacket off and placed it on the back of the couch. He stepped across the lounge and opened the doors which led out onto the beach. Fresh air. But then suddenly he heard the sound of breaking glass from the kitchen followed by a sharp yelp and a few choice words. He moved quickly and found Evie stood at one of the counters, a pool of scotch and broken glass at her feet, blood dripping from her hand. Saying nothing he stepped over, took hold of her wrist and led her to the sink.
"I can manage." Evie said. James didn't reply. He turned on the cold water faucet and pulled her hand under it. She didn't fight him. She watched him as he made sure that there was no glass in the deep slice in the heel of her hand. He reached out and picked up a relatively clean white towel that was near the sink. Taking her hand out of the water and switching off the faucet he placed the towel over the cut. He led her to one of the stools and told her to sit down. Then he disappeared into the bathroom returning a few minutes later with her first aid kit. He patched her up, all the time neither one of them saying anything. It was only when he was finished that he broke the silence.
"When we get to the hospital, you should have someone look at it. Make sure it doesn't need any stitches." He looked at her and couldn't help but smile. "You look like shit." He turned around and rifled through a couple of drawers until her found a plastic bag. Then he disappeared into the lunge and found an elastic band from Evie's desk. When he came back he put the bag over her newly bandaged hand and then slipped the elastic band over her wrist to keep it in place.
"Go get a shower. Put something more appropriate on for 10.30 in the morning. I'll put some coffee on. You want some breakfast?"
Evie shook her head and stood up. She wanted to say something. She knew she should say something. But suddenly she realised that there was no fight left in her. There was no nothing left in her. She was lost. More than she had ever felt in her life before. She went through and had a shower, spending 10 minutes just standing leaning against one wall on her good hand, head down, letting the water hit the back of her neck and her shoulders. The enormity of what she had done the previous evening... the Gallery... quitting...and of what James maybe stopped her doing seem to hit her, one strike after another. What the hell was her Dad going to say? She finally forced herself out of the shower, dressed in jeans and t-shirt with an open shirt over the top. As she stepped back into the kitchen, she was still rolling the sleeves up. James had ignored the fact the she had said she didn't want breakfast. Whilst she had been in the shower, he had cooked eggs and bacon, wholemeal toast, and poured fresh orange juice. Evie couldn't help but smile at the sight of everything laid out on the table. And then she realised how hungry she was. She hadn't had anything since Alyssa had brought her the sandwich... was that yesterday morning.
"What did I do to deserve this." James was taken a little by surprise by her presence and her question. Suddenly he wondered whether his sister was back... rational... logical... clear headed.
"Not much. But I figure with the day you're about to have, you need it regardless."
Evie sat down. "Why? What kind of day am I going to have?"
"Well you need to apologise to Tom for a start and then ask him for your badge and your gun back for a start. The you gotta face big brother." He saw the question in her face as she picked up her fork. "You're little rant last night woke him up. He wanted to know what was going on."
"And you told him"
"Seemed the least I could do." James flashed a smile at her and then poured her out a steaming cup of coffee.
Again, Evie couldn't help but smile. Whilst she would have preferred that neither her father nor older brother knew of her stupidity, in some ways it seemed the least she deserved. As the pair of them ate breakfast, she asked how both Jack and Steve were, and James told her that he had been at the hospital first thing before he had arrived at her place. After breakfast, they cleaned up and then James said her would drive her to the hospital. He was intending to call in at the MCU on the way, where he knew Tom was, but he wasn't quite ready to tell Evie that yet. Just as they were about to get into the car, Evie stopped.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "I... I'm sorry... about last night. I.. I don't know what I would have done if... if you hadn't arrived when you did. I don't think I would have... but... I'm sorry." James closed his door and leaned on the car, both forearms laid on the roof. "Evie... sometimes... we can all lose it for a while. But that's what family's about. We keep each other right. And no matter what, we're always there."
'I know. But if I had..." James stepped back and opened the door again. "You didn't and that's all that matters. Now, can we get moving."
It was about 10 minutes into the drive when Evie realised that they weren't going to the hospital. When James told her, she opened her mouth to argue but then closed it again saying nothing. Sooner or later she had to face Tom and maybe getting it out of the way was the best option... not that it was her option.