#jaycee ray

[jaycee-ray]

leave a message after the beep

For months, Jaycee had been living a dangerous lie. Caught somewhere between right and wrong, black and white, dangerous and safe. All because she wanted out of the life shed been living since her father had convinced her that she was worth more than Harlan County had to offer. She'd believed him right up until this moment. Her Sig .9 mil was gripped in one hand while she sat with her back pressed firmly against the old wooden barn interior. The splinters of the wood dug into her back as she pulled out her phone. What was she supposed to do? Art had told her to call him directly if there was any trouble but he hadn't answered when she tried his office and cell. So she dialed the only other number she could think of. Her eyes closed for a moment as she tried to calm her breathing. The phone rang endlessly it seemed. Until his voicemail picked up. "Raylan Givens, leave a message after the beep." Tears burned her eyes as she realized the last friendly voice she might hear was a recording of the father she never gave a chance to. The beep was shrill in her ear but it was far more welcome than the gunshots ringing out around her. She was safe enough to call her dad but her situation was dire. "Dad," Her voice wavered. "Dad, things...things are bad." Jaycee opened her eyes to look around her and ensure her safety for the moment. "I'm up at the old Bennet place. Boyd knows. I...if I don't make it out of this..." Her voice trailed off as a silent sob racked her body. "Dad, I am so sorry I was ever hateful to you. You deserved a better daughter and I wish more than anything I could have been that for you." "Put him in his grave, dad. See him to his grave for me."

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It was a cold December morning when young Jaycees mother took her final breath. Her emaciated hand held onto Jaycees in her last moments. It hadn't been a surprise to Jaycee or her mother that she died. Her momma had been sick for some time. While their situation was hopeful at first, it was short-lived. Cancer took her far before Jaycee was ready to live without her Mother. They worked so hard to prepare her for the moment where goodbye was the only thing left to say but nothing could have prepared her for the death rattle that shook her mother's body; and in turn, Jaycees entire life. 

See, for the next few months, Jaycee would slowly clean out her mothers' room, going through her things to donate, throw away, and things she wanted to keep. It took months for her to come across the old pink hatbox in the far right-hand corner of her closet. Letters upon letters sealed in envelopes, addressed to one Raylan Givens, were hidden away. Jaycee spent the rest of that night sitting in the closet with a bottle of wine and the letters. She counted the letters one by one and come out with 26. All of them were dated for her birthday, November 15th, from the year she was born up until her last birthday. 

She opened the first letter so carefully. It was dated for the year she was born and her mind wandered over what these would mean once she opened them. Who was Raylan and why was her mother writing him every year on Jaycees birthday? Better yet, why had she never sent them? The first letter contained a picture of Jaycee when she was born. Her eyes read the first line and then, once again, her entire world was shifted. 

“Raylan, I would like you to meet your daughter.” Her mothers' impeccable handwriting could not lie to her now. No more lies about her father dying in the coal mines before she was born. The rest of the letters contained similar things, pictures of Jaycee, updates on her life over the years, and confessions of the secret she'd hidden so well. 

It didn't take Jaycee long to find Raylan Givens. She knew of his daddy, had even had a conversation at work with his Aunt Helen. As fate would have it, Raylan had moved to Lexington to work in the Marshal office. She’d learned all of her information about him from Helen, that woman was an absolute saint. So she took the trip down to Lexington, checking in with security at the courthouse. Nerves sat heavy in the 24-year-olds chest as she was escorted by security to the Marshal's office with the box of letters in her hands. 

Jaycee read the names printed on the placards that sat on each desk. Nelson Dunlop, Rachel Brooks, Raylan Givens, Tim Gutterson. She swallowed hard and made her way to his desk. “Excuse me, are you Raylan Givens?”

@marshalpride​

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Who Are You When I’m Not Looking?

Jaycee Givens had been handed her new orders earlier in the week. She was reassigned to handle strictly Witness Protection. She’d put in for it a few months ago, trying to get the hell out of Lexington, and finally got word. This wasnt an easier job by any means, it would be 24/7 on eggshells until she got used to it, but she had done protection details before. This was her first time going solo. 

Jaycee was told to review the file while on the plane to get her witness. The names on the file had surprised her. Aaron and Jack Hotchner. Itd been almost three years since theyd worked a case together and they hadnt seen each other or spoken since. This is why she was sent in as a 24/7 guard. He was a fed, too. Her heart sank as she read further into the case that put Aaron and his son into witsec. 

The car dropped her off that bright morning at the hotel to pick them up. Jaycee had to show her badge three times before she could get to the room they were staying in. A soft knock later, she was staring up at the man who had helped form her career and taught her how to investigate murders. Once she entered the hotel room, she turned all business.  The years had been kind to Jaycee Givens. Her face had hardly changed, maybe lost a few pounds due to stress, and her hair was down to her collarbone again. They had, however, grown her up a lot more quickly than she would have thought. “Agent Hotchner.” She greeted softly. “Theres a few things we need to go over before I take you guys to your new home.” She said. Her attention quickly turned to his son, giving him a smile. “Hi, Jack.” Jaycee knelt down to get more on Jacks level. “Im Jaycee. Its nice to meet you.” Her voice was soft with the young boy, knowing how scary all of this could be for a child.  @ssa-ahotchner

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“ will you please talk to me? please? “

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It was late, probably around midnight, when Jaycee finally shut down her computer and closed her case notes. A few scattered lamps remained illuminated to cast a comforting yellow light across the desks. With the ceiling lights off, it was a fairly comfortable place for Jaycee after they returned from hard cases. It reminded her of late nights in the Marshals office in Lexington.

Before she had ever joined the Marshals Service, Jaycee had spent countless late nights with Tim while he finished up his paperwork. Then after she joined they did paperwork side by side and chatted about their day.

It was one of her favorite parts of her day and their relationship. Their home life was never brought into work or intruded by work after they had left the building.

Until it did.

As she grabbed her phone from her desk, Jaycee saw the dim light in Aarons office. It wasn't rare that he was here later than everyone else on the team. He didn't have much to go home to anymore. Jaycee headed up the stairs to his office to let him know she was going home. She knocked gently on the doorframe. "Sir," Jaycee spoke softly as to not startle him.

With a motion of his hand and soft words, he invited her to sit down. Jaycee moved to one of the two chairs across from him. The warnings he gave were the same as the ones she had heard from Rossi and Morgan. Don't let the job consume you.

"It's not that, Hotch," Jaycee told him. "The job isn't consuming me, I promise." Her voice was sure of the statement but there was more there. Jaycee had yet to open up to the team and let them into her personal life.

Aaron was the closest one to it, she figured, only because he had witnessed her relationship with Tim in the office. He knew she had left something behind and it was wearing on her. It had been for the months that she worked here.

"Will you please talk to me? Please?" He asked of her.

Jaycee looked at her hands while she thought over what she should tell him. With a deep breath and courage she did not feel, Jaycee nodded and brought her eyes back to his.

"It's comfortable here, Sir. This is home now." She motioned to the bullpen. "There's noise here, even after everyone has gone home and my apartment is too quiet."

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❛ can you listen & do what i say for once ? ❜

It was like looking in a god damn mirror for Jaycee Ray as she stared at her father. Her elbow was captive to his hand, effectively keeping her from running head first into danger. The exact thing someone should have done for him when he was around her age. And for a moment, she considered listening to her father. But that moment quickly passed. "This isn't about you. This is about my boyfriend. I'm in love with him and I'll be damned if I sit back and let him die because you have a plan that could go south." Jaycee wanted to pull her arm from him but she stayed still in his grasp. She knew damn well that Raylan was right. Jaycee wasn't involved in this yet but Raylan was. The smart thing to do would be to let him go in and do what he could. With a sigh, Jaycee pulled her arm from his hand, shaking her head now. "Alright, fine. We'll do it your way." She muttered. "But I am not happy about it."