Rough Shift

Voight pulled out his cell and called Jess' number. He listened to the ring as he waited for her to answer.

"Hello, Sexy Husband," she said as she stuck the phone to her ear.

"Hey," he said.

She could tell he wasn't able to talk just by his greeting. "What's going on?"

"I need a favor."

"Name it."

"Trudy's had a rough shift. I'm sure you can catch it on the news. Anyways, can you do something special for her? She's blaming herself."

Jess bit her lip. Trudy having a rough day meant some pretty serious shit went down. "I'll think of something. Just keep her there till end of shift."

"You've got it."

After he hung up, Jess made a couple of phone calls. She then closed out her computer, picked up her purse and coat and left her office. She drove down to the 21st, and parked in the parking lot. She opened the door and walked inside. Trudy was behind the desk putting on her jacket. She turned and walked over to the counter.

"Jess, what are you doing here?" she asked, concerned. Jess came to the district rarely.

"Looking for you. Are you done for the day?"

"Just wrapping everything up now. Why?"

"Because I'm your Fairy Godmother today. I booked you for a facial, mani/pedi, and a massage at my spa. Come on. We're gonna be late."

Trudy's mouth hung open. "Spa? Are you kidding me? Jess, I can't."

"Yes, you can, and you will. Now come on, shake your ass and let's go."

"Jessica Marie, does Hank know you're doing this?"

Jess looked at her. "Why would I tell Hank that?"

"I thought you two shared everything."

"Not everything. He knows I go to the spa, he likes the results, but that's it. Oh, and dinner at Ignoz afterwards."

"Tiramisu?"

"Of course."

"Ok, you've got a deal."

Jess stifled a smile. If you wanted Trudy to do anything, mention food and she was there. Trudy joined her in front of the desk.

"Ok, let's go. Don't want to be late."

Jess drove back downtown and parked the car. Trudy got out and looked around nervously. She wasn't sure what this trip to the spa was going to be, and she didn't' want to ask Jess. Instead, she followed Jess inside.

"Hey, Jess," a pleasant woman greeted. "And you must be Trudy."

"Hi, Melanie," Jess greeted. "And yes, this is Trudy. She's had a pretty shitty day. Can you work your magic on her?"

Melanie smiled. "Be glad to. Come on, girls. Let's get you all gorgeous."

Two and a half hours later, Jess was dressed and waiting for Trudy in the waiting area. Melanie walked in and stepped aside. "Ta dah!" she said waving her hand as Trudy blushed a little and made her grand entrance.

Jess took her in. Her hair had been done and she was wearing makeup. She looked much more relaxed then when she had walked in. "Trudy, you look beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, stop," she said, waving her hand.

"But you do! Oh, hell, you can't waste all of this on dinner with me. I'm calling Randy and he's gotta meet us. Where's your phone?"

"Jess, don't fuss."

"Stop! I'm calling him and then I'm calling Hank. No arguments."

"I'll call him."

"You'd better."

Trudy dialed her phone. Jess looked at Melanie and nodded.

"Trudy, I have to pay the bill. I'll be right back."

Platt nodded as she waited for the call to connect.

Jess followed Melanie to the desk. Melanie handed her the bill. Jess looked it over, nodded at the amount, did some rapid math calculations, and wrote out a check. "Make sure they give you your tip money," she said.

"I will, Jess. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Thanks for fitting us in."

"Anytime, Jess. See you on Saturday."

Jess made a quick call to Voight and explained what was going on. He agreed to meet them at Ignoz. Mission accomplished, she walked back to Trudy. "Well?"

"He said he'd meet us."

"Great! Hank said the same. I made a reservation."

"You ready to go then? I'm starving."

"Of course I am. Let's go. Lasagna is calling my name."