Going Home | Grays & Jimmy
"And here I thought I was supposed to be the nervous one." Jimmy muttered, rolling his eyes playfully.
The hunter was taking his time coming up the walkway behind him, and the cop had to slow his pace to allow him time to catch up. Truth be told, he was absolutely petrified. The front of the house looked familiar, but for the life of him, Jimmy couldn't drag images of the inside to the forefront of his mind. It was unsettling to say the least, and he held back the bile that rose in his throat. How long was it going to be like this? He held his hand out, grabbing hold of Grayson's and giving it a tug.
"C'mon. I'm holding you to your word. You're stuck here with me tonight."












