Jo Danville stepped out of the elevator on the 34th floor, in the New York City Crime Lab, a little bit more than aggravated. Her husband, also known as Detective Mac Taylor, had let her sleep in this morning. All of this was much to her dismay. "So what if im 7 months pregnant? I can still do my job." She thought with a sigh, as she rubbed her left hand down her ever growing belly. Her little boy responded with a tiny kick that made her smile ever so softly. As Jo looked up, she saw the ever flamboyant Lindsay Messer walking towards her. "Hey Jo! How we feeling this morning?" asks Lindsay as she greets her with a hug. Putting both hands on her belly, Jo replies "Does fat count? Im definitely feeling fat." This statement was dripping with that southern accent that Mac adored so much. "I can sympathize with you on that one, hon." Replies her younger co-worker, who is about 3 weeks ahead of her. "this baby decided my bladder was a trampoline!" Lindsay states with a laugh, and then nearly screams "AH! Bathroom! Now!" and takes off almost at a run.
Jo took that opportunity to make a beeline for her husbands office. She was pissed off, and about to give detective Taylor a piece of her mind. As she somewhat waddles to his office, her anger becomes a little bit bigger. She didn't think she could take another second of being a whale, but she had nearly 12 weeks left in her pregnancy. She quickly knocks on his door, and walks in before he even acknowledged her. Looking up from his desk, Mac says "goodmorning baby! Did you enjoy your extra sleep?" Granted, she had enjoyed the sleep, Jo wasn't in any sort of mood to admit it. Plopping herself down on the couch, she put both her hands protectively on her belly, and nearly screamed "NO! I didn't! why are you treating me differently than everyone else? Im not even as pregnant as Lindsay and shes still out in the field…" before she could finish, her emotions quickly got the better of her, and she fell into a puddle of tears. Mac tried rubbing her back to comfort her, but she was too hostile. Jo got up and started making her way, slowly to her office, now in no shape to do anything.
Jo had gotten her tears under control, and decided to go treat herself to a little something. Jo had a major sweet tooth, and even more so these days. Although her caffeine intake was very restricted, she wanted nothing more than an ice cold coca cola, so she made her way to the vending machine, and as she was putting in her change, Mac snuck up behind her."Jo, honey. You know you aren't supposed to have caffeine." Mac says to her, his eyes looking sympathetic. "Mac Taylor. My feet hurt, my back hurts, I have your baby inside me, who thinks its funny to kick my bladder, and by God im gonna have a coke." His wife states, getting even more pissed off at her husband. Mac backed down, and just walked away, knowing her hormones were causing all the hostility. Maybe his plans for tonight could make up for it!