Jimmy returned to the office, and the documents he had left on the desk were still there, which was normal. This was the FBI. Although it was the Public Affairs Office, and the level of confidentiality wasn't high, not just anyone could enter Jimmy's office and rummage through his things.

Reading documents, reviewing files from past press conferences and communication with various agencies, Jimmy had been buried in a mountain of paperwork recently, unable to climb out.

After two or three days of reading, Jimmy was completely overwhelmed. The main issue was the overload of formulaic writing in these documents. Frequent readers of official documents would understand the feeling that, after reading too many, speaking can become difficult.

Finally, the weekend arrived, and Jimmy invited Nia to go see a movie to ease his mind, as he was feeling a bit depressed from reading documents.

In his previous life, Jimmy was just a high school graduate. In this life, although he had a community college diploma, he couldn't compare with the highly educated individuals in the FBI. Even reading what they wrote was challenging for Jimmy, not to mention writing it himself. He had to look up many words to understand their meanings.

The biggest problem with English is vocabulary. New words constantly appear in every field, with all sorts of compound words and acronyms. Even highly educated master's and doctoral students can find themselves unable to understand documents from different industries.

His mind had been racing for days, and staring at the data in front of him was truly maddening, especially when facing something completely incomprehensible. The feeling of being intellectually crushed made him want to tear up the documents and throw them into the trash.

Watching a movie and taking a break improved Jimmy and Nia's mood when they returned home.

Nia knew that Jimmy usually didn't watch movies. He had no interest in it, and it was usually she who dragged him to the cinema. She was really happy this time when Jimmy himself suggested going to see a movie. But when they left the bureau and she noticed Jimmy was in a bad mood, she asked him why and couldn't help but laugh at him all night after hearing the reason.

At the detective bureau, they also had to read lots of documents, but most of them were related to the cases Jimmy used to read in the Homicide Team. She had never experienced the kind of despair Jimmy did.

Jimmy was helpless. Being transferred from field duty to internal affairs, he never imagined the hardest part would be reading documents. However, he had to bear this himself, as he would be in the Public Affairs Office for a long time. Returning to field duty in a few days wasn't possible, as the OPR needed to save face.

Before bed, Jimmy glanced at his phone. A text from Tom said he would be in New York next week, ending with Thomas Roberts. Well, it seemed that Thomas was Tom's current name.

Putting down the phone, Jimmy lay down on the bed, hugged Nia with his right arm, and turned off the bedside lamp with his left. Good night, sweet dreams.

Over the weekend, Jimmy went to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, saying he wanted to find Caitlin, only to receive news that she wasn't there but had returned to Langley. Although Jimmy didn't work at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, people there were familiar with him, so they didn't keep it a secret.

Caitlin probably went to Langley to handle a previous case. Jimmy hadn't inquired about the case's results since he last left, and Caitlin hadn't given him any updates. Now he didn't know the situation at all.

Since Caitlin wasn't there, he didn't need to stay at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau. He drove home, picked up Nia, and they went shopping to stock up on supplies for the next week.

On Monday at work, while Jimmy was reviewing documents, the receptionist brought him a folder. He opened it and couldn't help but smile.

Finally, he received a fax of part of a case report and a letter of gratitude from the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, signed by the director, Katherine Prado. The report and letter of gratitude explicitly thanked the FBI Manhattan Office for arranging personnel support, which allowed them to successfully intercept all involved, with two still alive, leading to the acquisition of crucial evidence.

This fax was sent to Hughes. Arranging help from other agencies was the duty of the field department, although Jimmy was from internal affairs, Hughes was the one coordinating with the Anti-Terrorism Bureau.

It was Jimmy's first time seeing such a letter of gratitude. Even though he had cooperated with the Anti-Terrorism Bureau before, he didn't recall ever having received such a letter, at least not in his memory.

Additionally, the report made Jimmy curious. He had injured three people and captured one uninjured target. How were there only two survivors in the end? Perhaps the two who were shot didn't make it, or maybe they accidentally killed two while interrogating them later.

Thinking about it, Jimmy closed the folder and walked towards the office of his supervisor, Eleanor Mason.

Jimmy knocked on the door, "Mrs. Mason."

Eleanor looked up, "Come in. Anything the matter?"

Jimmy handed the folder to Eleanor with both hands, "This is last week's case report from our cooperation with the Anti-Terrorism Bureau. They just sent over the copy."

Eleanor took it and opened it, glancing through, "I'll look at it. Anything else?"

Jimmy: "I need to head out to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau."

Eleanor: "For this case? Go ahead."

Jimmy: "Thanks. I'll be off then."

Eleanor nodded, watching Jimmy leave the office. She opened the folder again to examine the contents further. The case report was brief, and as someone involved, it was natural for Jimmy to want to learn more details. There was no need to stop him. Even though Mrs. Mason wasn't a field agent, she could generally guess Jimmy's intentions.