Two weeks had passed before Jessie returned to the precinct. Walking inside a queasy feeling danced in her stomach. She did a little self-talking, trying to assure herself she'd made the right choice about retiring. Then why was she feeling apprehensive? She chalked it up to the familiarity, the comfort of walking into her office and seeing the members of her unit who were like family. And it wasn't like she wasn't ever going to see them again.
Putting her briefcase down, she grabbed her mug and walked out to the coffee pot, stopping along the way to speak to Sergeant Williams, who was one of her bridesmaids. "Hey, Denise, Luxury Wedding Gowns, Madison Avenue, Saturday the 10th at two o'clock, gown fitting." She laughed at Jessie's quick repertoire.
"I'll write that down. Thanks. I was getting worried, Sarge."
"Yeah, me too. Medical leave afforded me a little time to tend to important matters."
"Sarge," Jackson said when she saw Jessie. "It's so good to have you back."