Like hell is he out on patrol today-- when he can be in his nice, warm office. The reports aren't exactly getting done, but there's not a very real chance he'll be out slowly freezing to death, either.

So when the receptionist gives him a call to announce Fred's arrival, Jason jogs up to greet her, smiling wide. "Hey, baby," he half-yells, scooping her up in a hug. "Are you a sight for sore eyes, or what?" He'll kiss her too, probably a second or two longer than he should for his place of work.

The day is definitely looking up.