Prompt: I'm Cruel
Jen wasn't really sure what her problem was with Detective Stella Bonasera. Maybe it wasn't even anything tangible, just a feeling, and her feeling was the she hated the woman.
She hated the way she talked, the way she walked, the way that all the men in the precinct stared when she walked by.
And she really hated how all her fellow CSIs, and even Jen's own partner seemed to think she was a goddess that needed to be protected.
She hated it even more that Don seemed to adore the statuesque brunette, smacking down on anyone that dared hurt her with a special relish.
Don was one of those special guys, ones that believed in good and treated every woman with respect and wanted to find love and live happily ever after with a kid or four to be the best daddy ever to.
Jen didn't want any of that, with Don or anyone else, but it annoyed her, just pissed her off to think Stella might get that with Don.
She figured that after Stella came over and found her in nothing but Don's boxers and a t-shirt, well, she didn't think Ms. Goddess would be giving Don that white picket fence anytime soon.