A/N: Adopted a plot bunny that was in the bunny pen over at the Crypt, and am now playing with it. Rating is for potential language and possible content (don't wanna give too much away here) in future chapters. I'm still new at this, and appreciate all the feedback you care to give. Oh yeah, and I don't always follow canon, and I flat out refuse to acknowledge that the Pogue is no longer part of the show.
Disclaimer: I am not lucky enough to own Crossing Jordan, or any of the characters. I just play with them, and return them good as new. Hats off to Tim Kring and Tailwind Productions, who DO own CJ.
Jordan stepped out of the elevator into the morgue offices, carrying a go-cup of coffee and whistling an Indigo Girls tune. And ran smack into Garret.
"Well good morning, sunshine. Early and cheerful? To what do we owe this honor?" He was straight-faced as always, but the twinkle in his eyes indicated good spirits.
Jordan smiled at him, absurdly happy at that moment to be working for this man who was not just her boss, but also her friend. She took him by the elbow, halfway dragging him into his office, and kicked the door shut behind them.
"Garret, listen, remember Tom? The guy I met at the market? Tall, dark, very good looking? I introduced you to him at the Pogue last week? Well, I…uh, that is…" Suddenly Jordan realized that she was rattling on like a teenager. She stopped talking and developed a sudden and intense interest in her tennish shoes. To her dismay, she could actually feel her face growing hot.
Garret started to laugh. "Jordan! Are you blushing? My goodness, I think that's a first. And this Tom guy is responsible for this? Yeah, I remember you introducing us, but tell me more." He sat on the edge of his desk and looked at her expectantly.
"Well…" Jordan looked up at him from under a tumble of her dark curls. Seeing that he looked seriously interested and wasn't going to poke fun at her, she tucked her hair behind her ear and plunged on. "Tom and I have been going out, you know, movies and dinners and the like, and I really like him. And last night he, uh, stayed over and um, well, you know…" She trailed off, aware that she had a grin plastered on her face that told him the rest of the story.
He smiled at her, thinking he might owe this Tom a drink just because it had been a long time since he'd seen her so, well, joyful. There really was no other word for it. "Jordan, I'm glad for you. You deserve some happiness. Is he a nice guy?" Unlike J.D., was the unspoken end of the sentence, but Jordan heard it too.
"Yeah, he is. He treats me like a princess, he's respectful, he doesn't mind that I cut up dead people for a living, and he's not a police officer, an attorney, or a reporter." In answer to Garret's raised eyebrow, she said "He's a schoolteacher. Junior high. Imagine, I'm dating a schoolteacher!" She shook her head, still grinning. "We're supposed to meet at the Pogue tonight. Why don't you join us? You can grill him to your hearts' content."
Garret smirked. "Gee, don't know why I'd do that. It's not like I don't trust your judgement in men. Given your track record and everything. Seriously, I'll see if I can make it. Better invite Nigel, Bug and Lily too, and get it over with. Poor guy should only have to go through the Inquisition once."