Title- As Time Goes By
Author- garretelliot and GoddessOfSnark
Disclaimer- If Allan and Tim are looking to get out of the biz, we'd be more than happy to take over. Until then the characters and show concept are the property of Tailwind Productions et al. We own nothing but fertile imaginations and an inability to give up playing with other people's toys.
Authors' Note- This is pretty darned well fluffy with only a bit of angst. Just some more of our mutual obsession with the Garret/Jordan ship. Enjoy and don't forget to review.
Garret Macy looked up at the clock. Quitting time, or close to it. Almost time to go back home to an empty apartment. The one thing he wanted to do least. He tried to think of something to do and someone to do it with. He had stuck Bug and Sidney together on the graveyard shift with the hope that the two would do a better job of working together. Lily had a date tonight with Seely and as much as he hated the arrogant young detective, the boy did seem to make her happy. Nigel had a date with someone or something that he didn't even want to know what.
Which left Jordan. He looked up and through the window and across the hallway to see her sitting at her desk, head nodding in time to whatever upbeat tune she was listening to. He hadn't gone out for dinner with just her in what seemed like ages. The last several times it had been with her and Woody.
She normally would be spending the evening going out with Woody, but he had seen almost nothing of the man since he had told Jordan to leave. He seemed quite willing to uphold his own end of things by staying away from her so long as she stayed away from him. Which meant that Garret saw far more of Seely than he would have liked, but if it meant that Jordan wasn't forced to see the man who had hurt her, so much the better.
He got up and walked across the hall, knocking twice on the door frame, startling her out of her music. "Hi. Got plans tonight?" He asked and she looked up at him with a grin.
"If you're asking me to work, yes. If you're going to save me from going back to my apartment no." Jordan pulled her hair down from the sloppy bun and ran her fingers through it. Garret smiled and leaned against the door frame.
"Italian?" He asked and she thought about it and nodded.
"Sounds good to me."
"You think anyone would notice if we leave early?" He joked as she stood and grabbed her bag. Jordan grinned and looked at her clock.
"Considering it's only 20 minutes, no. Besides, what can they say, you're the boss?" He chuckled and she walked over, easily wrapping herself against him as his arm encircled her waist and one of her own snaked around him.
It had been a rough week with more boring cases than either of them would have liked, but it had finally ended, and ending the week with dinner would be much better than ending the week with going home to two empty apartments and staying there for the rest of the night.
Dinner was something that passed by easily and quickly, both of them avoiding the one topic that would spell doom, and that was relationships. He didn't want to send her off the deep end since she looked like she was finally starting to recover from Woody telling her that he never wanted to see her again. The last thing Garret wanted to get her anywhere near thinking about that.
Instead they found themselves talking about everything but their love lives and respective failures at them. Comments on the fact that the Yankees had no chance in beating the Sox, how for the end of August it was surprisingly nice out, and the annoying lack of murders when compared to accidental and other boring deaths.
"If I have to do one more autopsy for an insurance company I'm going to scream. It's no fun when you don't have a murderer to catch." Jordan was only half joking.
He grinned. He knew the feeling. It was nice not having to do a lot of real work, but too long without having to think, to help solve a crime was something that made him get just as fidgety and bored as Jordan. Although he would never show it the same way she did; he preferred to at least attempt to channel that boredom into something productive.
She on the other hand, became almost unbearable, bouncing off the walls with energy that she couldn't expend on tracking down a murderer, jumping on anything and everything that looked like it could possibly put her sleuthing skills to the test. It was annoying at times, but he was glad to see that energy return, it was a sign that she was bouncing back from being crushed.
After dinner was finished and the two of them spent five minutes arguing about whose turn it was to get the bill, neither one of them wanted to leave. It was only the angry, impatient looks of the wait staff around them that got them up and out.
"You wanna go get drinks? There's someone who's supposed to be the next Etta James singing at Wally's-" He trailed off and she grinned, again walking with her arm around him.
"Sounds like a fun way to end the night." She agreed and they walked back in the same direction they had come from, turning down another two streets before winding up in front of the small bar and club.
The singer on stage certainly lived up to what was promised, singing jazz classics better than some of the original artists. He was halfway through his glass of scotch when the singer disappeared for a small break and the band behind her launched into Charlie Parker. He didn't like the gleam in Jordan's eye. "C'mon Gar, dance with me." He shook his head.
"No." He said simply, taking another sip of his scotch.
"It was your idea to come here, I wanna dance, and I'm not going to dance alone." Amber eyes met brown ones and he sighed, allowing her to drag him out to the dance floor. They had no sooner reached it than the blond woman walked back out, taking up her place at the microphone.
He had to bite back a groan at the familiar piano intro, it was just his luck for As Time Goes By to start up as soon as he reached the dance floor. Neither one of them needed to be reminded of lost love right now and he started to suggest they sit this one out. But she had already wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him no choice but to wrap his arms around her waist and sway in time to the music.
A/N- Okay, folks, you know the drill. There's that lonely little button just sitting there and two lonely writers waiting to hear what you think of our prose. So what are you waiting for, c'mon live a little.