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Title:My Best Friends Basketball
Rating:PG-13(maybe R in later chapters)
Characters:JD, Carla,and some OC's mostly, but with a healthy dosing of the others we love so much also.
Genre:JDA(shout out to Pink-Charmed-One for giving us "Scrubbers" a new category of our very own!) Drama
Summary: An innocent trip to purchase a gift puts 2 of the "Sacred Hearters" in peril, which one of them may not survive.
Authors Note: I suppose this is AU because I picture it taking place maybe halfway through season 2...
Disclaimer:I own nothing "Scrubs" wise. (as of yet) I merely like writing about them.
My Best Friends Basketball
ch2
Flashback:Earlier that day
"Come on , tell me just how much is my woman gonna be missing her man ?" Turk asks Carla, who is laying on the couch watching TV as he prepares to go start his shift at "Sacred Heart"
"I come in in a few hours myself baby, so I think I'll survive." she replies, yawning as she continues staring nonchalantly at the TV screen.
This obviously wasn't what he wanted to hear, seeing as how his mouth turned into a big pout at her words. He mutters,"Oh.."looking down at his feet.
"Oh baby, you know I was just kidding. It doesn't matter if it's half a day, or half an hour, I still miss you just the same."Carla says, jumping up quickly and going over to wrap her arms her boyfriends waist, tilting her head back and puckering her lips up expectantly for a kiss.
"Yeah. That's what I thought, so check you later."he replies with a sly grin, pulling away from her without giving the wanted kiss.
"Oh I know you didn't."she says in joking anger, adding as she puts her hands on her hips and looks innocently upwards. "I guess I'll just have to get my morning kiss elsewhere. Maybe from that sexy neighbor of yours?"
"That's fine with me cause that chick is haawwwt."he replies, moving his eyebrows up and down."Daamn baby, I might even have to stick around and watch that one myself."
"Amen to that!" JD, who had been standing inside the door of his bedroom, not wanting to interrupt his 2 friends saying bye for the day, yells, unable to stop himself."And be sure to take some pictures!"
"Not a problem dude!"Turk yells back."Toss me the Polaroid!"
"I'm on it!"
"Okay you two, very funny. First of all, stop being nosy Bambi!"Carla interrupts, then looking at her boyfriend through slitted eyes, she continues, her next words directed at him"And secondly, I was not talkin about Miss Boobies, I was talkin about Enrique."
"Oohhh, that Enrique "is" pretty saucy buddy! So still take pictures!"JD yells, then feeling without having to see, two piercing glares aimed at his closed door, he adds quickly,"And JD's quitting with the nosy now. He is no longer listening to what you say, so feel free to continue on without worries of further inter..."
"We get it dude. You're not listening!"Turk yells, then says to Carla after an indignant scoff," Humph...A mole on the cheek, Enrique Eglasias don't make. I got one above my lip and I don't hear nobody yelling, Look, it's Cindy Crawford every time they see me. Know what I'm saying?"
"Yeah...I'm pretty sure that's a good thing baby."Carla says in reply.
"Maybe you're right."Turk relents after a thoughtful pause. Then looking at his watch, sees it's only 20 minutes til his shift starts, grabs her arm, and pulls her forward into a long kiss.
"I'll see you tonight, and the walls have eyes," he says after they pull away, giving her the "evil eye of warning" to accentuate his next words" So stay away from mole man."
"I love you baby, and your tickle button is the only mole for me."she says in reply, standing on her tippy toes and kissing him above the lip.
"Love you more."he says kissing her forehead, then yells out,"Bye JD Love you too!"
"Ditto my Chocolate Homey!"comes his immediate reply ( since he's still standing at the door listening and all.)
"You two are... Well I'm not sure what exactly, but something..."Carla mutters, rolling her eyes.
Turk grins, gives her one last peck on the lips, points to his eyes, mouths the words I'm watching you, then rushes out the door.
"JD, come on out. I made your favorite for breakfast!"she yells before walking into the kitchen and pouring herself a cup of coffee.
No sooner had these words left her mouth than the bedroom door flew open, a fully dressed JD came rushing out, tried to hurdle the couch, failed miserabley, face planting on the floor instead, picked himself up, then said, "I did that on purpose." in a strained voice, as he slowly limped over to the kitchen table, sat down, smiled up at her expectantly and asked,"Is it pancakes? I love pancakes. Especially when you make them and they're all warm and..."
"Yes Bambi. Pancakes."she interrupts, picking up the plate she'd already made, and sitting it down on the table in front of him.
"Oohh, you drew a syrupy smiley face for me and added blueberries for eyes." he exclaimed, clapping his hands with childlike excitement.
"Don't forget the Reddi Whip nose."she said with an indulgent smile, picking up the can and putting a big dollop of it where the nose should be.
"Hmmm...I love you Carla."he says with a sigh of contentment as he picks up his fork to dig in, giving her one of his cute little grins before shoveling a big bite into his mouth.
She couldn't help but lean over and give him an affectionate, but sisterly, kiss on the top of his messy dark head as she said,"I know, I love you too Bambi."
After pouring him a glass of milk, she left him to his eating and walked into the bedroom she and Turk shared to get her clothes, then went to shower.
Some people might think it odd that she acted so towards to her boyfriends best friend, they'd certainly raise an eyebrow at her telling him she loved him so easily, but she didn't care, and Turk, who was the only person she'd ever stop saying it to Bambi if he'd requested, didn't care either. He actually seemed to be happy that she and JD had finally clicked.
Now don't be mistaken, she didn't love him in any "dirty" manner.
It was more like her was her little brother, or sometimes even her child(not that she was anywhere near old enough to be his mother)
And it wasn't like she had automatically felt that way about him. She hadn't hated him, or even really disliked him, after all, she'd taken him under her wing when he'd first showed up as an intern looking all scared and wide-eyed, and done her best to protect him from the mean people that acted like they'd never been in his shoes themselves once.
He'd earned the nickname Bambi the first day they'd met. To her it had been fitting for the young man, who's sometimes childlike innocence and caring towards others, even those who didn't deserve it, just screamed for him to be coddled, and who better to do it then her?
But soon she'd started dating Turk, and it was then that JD had for a brief time seemed like he was going to be a constant thorn in the side of their relationship. He was always around, jealous of the fact that she was taking his best, and at the time only she'd learned , friend away from him.
She'd quickly found herself not minding him being around though, and grew to realize just what it was that Turk loved so much about his awkward, sometimes goofy, best friend.
Who wouldn't like him? He was a rare type of person, and doctor, who cared more about the feelings of his friends and patients than anyone she'd ever known. Even sometimes at a cost to himself.
She could truthfully say, after knowing him only a little over a year, that she'd take nothing for him, and understood fully why Turk felt the same. (Though the fact that he'd now made a few other friends, and dated pretty often, did help his case since it gave her and Turk plenty of time alone also.)
Ultimately she saw things this way, he made Turk happy, he made her happy, and she trusted him not to ever try and steer her boyfriend in the wrong direction. Which was a good, rare thing.
Finishing her shower, she got dressed, dried and fixed her hair,applied the little makeup she wore, then emerged from the bathroom to find JD sitting on the couch watching cartoons.
"Scooby Doo is the greatest cartoon ever."he remarked, sensing her walking into the room."A talking, crime solving dog, what an ingenious idea. And that Daphne is one hot piece of cartoon booty if you know what I'm saying."
"No, I don't."she replied rolling her eyes upwards as she continued, asking"It's only a few hours till our shifts start, so you about ready to go?" standing behind the couch, wondering exactly how a grown man could, or 2 if you counted Turk who, if there, would be perched beside him, enjoy cartoons as much as he did.
"Of course I'm ready. I even have the old scrubs on under my clothes so we can take as long as we need."he replied, slowly swiveling his head around to look at her.
"Wow, you look great Carla." he said with an appreciative glance.
"Tha...thanks."she replied, putting a hand over her mouth to stifle the laugh that threatened to emerge from her lips at the sight of the milk mustache above his lips.
"What? What's so funny?"he asked with a confused look.
"I just can't believe you finally grew some facial hair, even if it is white."she teased.
"Danggit, I've got a milk mustache again don't I?" he asked as if reading her mind.
"Uh huh." she managed to get out.
He scowled, wiping his upper lip, which succeeded in getting rid of his embarrassing mishap.
"Gone?"he asked Carla, who nodded her head.
"Yeah, it is."she replied, now successfully able to stop her laughing."So you ready? I have to make this quick so I can be back in time to get dressed since there isn't any chance I'm wearing my Scrubs underneath this outfit. It was hard enough to squeeze into as it is."
"Then lets boogie."he said, flipping the TV off and getting up from the couch.
(several hours later)
"I thought you knew where to find it JD."Carla said crossly after looking in several sporting good stores and not finding what her friend had assured her was there.
"No really, it was here before."he argued.
"Well it's not now."she commented, then suggested,"Maybe I should find him something else. I don't know if a basketball is such a good present to give him on our first birthday together anyway"
"What? Are you kidding? Of course it is."JD argued with a look of disbelief.
"I don't know..."
"Carla, Carla, Carla, never doubt the JD when it comes to Turk."he said smugly,"We've been friends for years so if anyone knows what chocolate bear wants, its me. Anyway, you asked me to help you pick out a meaningful gift, so let me do it."
"Okay Bambi, but if he gets mad I'll kick your butt."
"Trust me, he'll love it."
"So where else is there to look?"she asked, looking at her watch.
"Hmm...ooh I know, lets try "Grants". They have everything there."he replied.
A half hour later they reached the sporting goods store.
"Howdy folks."they were greeted by an attractive man who stood propped against the wall as they walked in.
"And a howdy to you to."JD replied as they continued walking past him, commenting to Carla,"Nice fella, must be the manager."
Carla just nodded, choosing not to voice the fact that she too thought there was many nice aspects about the hottie. Since JD was her boyfriends best friend and all, it might have been a little distasteful.
"Sure are a lot of police out today." JD commented as they made their way towards the correct section of the store. Speaking of the fact they'd been passed by at least 10 police cruiser, sirens blaring, on their walk to the store.
"Maybe they're looking for someone."she replied with a shrug.
"I wonder wh..."JD started, but was unable to finish his words due to running smack into a man with long black hair that was pulled into a ponytail as he turned a corner.
"Watch it asshole."the man growled at the same time JD said,"Excuse me."
"Excuse me? You're calling him an asshole? I think it's you who..."Carla started angrily in JD's defense, not the least bit intimidated by the tough looking man.
Nobody talked to her friends like that..
"Now now Carla. Lets just mosey on and leave the nice, big, scary looking man along k?" JD, grabbing her arm and tugging her forward said, adding to the man with a nervous chuckle"Women, what can you do?" pulling her away.
Carla was just dying to say something else, but decided to just let it drop, and settled with giving JD an indignant look followed by glaring over her shoulder one last time at the man, who only smirked in reply.
"Someone needs to learn not to mess with big scary men who have lots of tattoos."JD remarked sarcastically when they were out of earshot.
"Oh really? Someone else needs to learn not to be such a pus..."she said in reply, with a forced, tight-lipped grin.
The small disagreement was forgotten seconds later when they came upon the ball they'd come in looking for.
"55 dollars for a basketball? That's just ridiculous." Carla muttered a few minutes later as they made their way towards the checkout counter to pay for it( and the jersey JD had talked her into buying for him)
"This is not just any basketball Carla."JD replied, looking at her as if he couldn't believe what she'd just said."It's a limited addition... Hey, how you doing?"he cut himself off when he noticed the way that the cashier, a young girl who was at the most 20, was string at him with wide eyes.
She didn't reply, instead just continued staring, then started making some type of motion with her head.
JD, as he normally did with women, misread her actions, and thought she was coming on to him.
Widening his own eyes, he winked at her, then leaned forward onto the counter and said," I see you're into me, and I understand why, believe me, but I think you're just a little too young..."
Carla, who had taken the girls actions for what they were , turned around and looked behind them, tapped his arm and said slowly."JD.."
"Nah, I got this. It happens to me all the time." he replied, brushing her hand off before continuing his little letdown speech to the girl. "I'll tell you what... Michelle."he said, leaning over and reading her name tag,"Maybe in a few years, when you've reached a higher maturity level, old JD will give you a little ring on the cell and we'll take it from there."
"JD!"Carla exclaimed in a loud hiss, pinching his arm this time, adding,"Be quiet and turn around."
"I'll be right back with you Michelle."he said, trying not to yelp at the hard pinch as he turned towards Carla and whined, "Owww...what'd you do that fo... And that's a big gun..." He said instead when he finally saw the man who'd greeted them at the door now standing behind him and Carla, a leering smile on his face, and a shotgun aimed at them.
So thats what the girl had really been trying to relay to him with her eye and head gestures. Just a little embarrassing..
"Howdy again folks, and don't move unless you're particularly itching to die today." the man said once more.
"Nope, no wanting to die today. See, me, Carla, not moving. Did I mention the fact that I'm a avid supporter of the IRA."JD prattled off nervously, chuckling as he instinctively stepped in front of Carla.
"IRA? What the hell you talking about?"the man replied, giving him a look of annoyance.
"Charlton Heston? The International Rifle Association?"JD replied, then did a little fist pump as he added,"Gun power!"
"It's the NRA you idiot."the man replied with a shake of his head, then waving the gun at JD, Carla, and the girl behind the counter said,"Now you three walk over and sit down with the others, and you,"he added, nodding at JD, who's mouth was opening to say god knew what next," no more talking."
The group moved to obey, as Carla and JD noticed for the first time that there was a small group of people sitting on the floor behind the man, with two other gun wielding males holding watch over them.
"Whoa...this does not look good."JD whispered the obvious to Carla, who shook her head at him.
"Didn't I tell you not to talk ?"the man snapped harshly, giving JD a hard nudge in the back with the barrel of his gun.
"Dammit Trevor. Leave that kid alone."one of the other men, an older one with short graying hair, barked.
Immediately following his words, several fateful events too place.
The hard nudge had knocked JD, who wasn't exactly known for his gracefulness, off balance, so instead of falling, he reached out to grab onto a display that sat nearby in an attempt to right himself.
He did succeed in stopping himself from falling, but unluckily the display that had broken his fall was of bats, one of which clattered to the floor.
"JD don..."Carla started in warning, reaching her hand out towards him as he leaned over to pick it up to put it back, but was too late in getting it out.
"Hee look,its a Sammy Sos..."JD stated, turning back around to face then with the bat in his hands.
"Ah hell no, hero's got him a bat."Dylan said as his already poised finger pulled the trigger.
"Dylan No!"the older man yelled, running towards him.
It was too late though, he'd already depressed the trigger, and in what seemed like slow motion, Carla and several other of the people being held captive screamed as a loud bang filled the air, and JD, who'd been standing several feet in front of her, flew smack into her from the impact of the shell that had been discharged.
She caught him, and was somehow able to stop him from falling hard to the ground, instead they both went down together, her taking the brunt of the impact with the floor.
She remembered thinking as her butt made contact, that at least he hadn't had to fall on the cold hard floor.
"JD! Bambi no, look at me, No!"she screamed frantically, moving from behind him so she could better see what damage had been inflicted by the weapon.
He said nothing, but she'd never forget the way he'd looked in wide eyed disbelief first at the bloody hand he'd lifted after clutching his abdomen briefly, then raising his pain filled eyes to meet hers, reached towards her and opened his mouth to say something, but never got it out. Instead his eyes closed and his hand fell to the floor halfway to her.
"JD, no come on, JD! Please open your eyes Bambi, please!" she yelled frantically, grabbing the bloodied hand and squeezing it tight.
"What the hell were you thinking?"the older man yelled angrily at Dylan, walking over and smacking him hard in the side of the head, his face red with anger."You just shot that fucking kid for picking up a goddamn bat you knocked him into you stupid son of a bitch!"
"He was coming at me Bo, I had no choice."
"Bullshit! He wasn't coming after you! Do you know what you've just done? You've murdered someone, which makes us killers now on top of the robbery! I oughta shoot you where you stand!"
"It...it was an accident Bo, I swear, and he ain't no kid, he's at least my age."Dylan argued immaturely.
"You ain't but 25 you imbecile and to me, that's a kid."
"What're we gonna do guys?"the third of the group asked, his eyes shifting nervously around at the other occupants.
"Nah see, maybe this is a good thing Bo, see now they know they'd better not fuck around with us cause we'll shoot em."
"Shut the fuck up, the more words that come out that hole you call a mouth the more tempted I am to blow a hole in it."Bo barked, looking around at the rest of the hostages.
Shock, fear, sadness, and impassiveness were just a few of the expressions on their faces, and he began to think that maybe Dylan was right. It was a shameful tragedy that the kid had been killed, but maybe his death would serve a purpose.
"Listen up everybody. This is the deal,"he spoke up after a thoughtful pause,"Let what happened just now be a lesson. My friends and I are going to be here for a while, and we need all of you to insure that the cops don't try anything stupid. So if you're all agreeable, and do as we say, you have my word none of you will be harmed, but if you do decide to pull anything, you'll join our unfortunate young friend over there. Understand?"
They all nodded, some affected more strongly by JD's apparent death than others. Particularly the teenage cashier who couldn't believe the dorky, yet adorable man who'd been flirting with her only seconds before was now dead.
"Now miss, get over here and join the others." Bo ordered Carla, who was sobbing, and whispering I'm sorry repeatedly, while hugging JD's limp body tight to her own.
"My god woman, he's frickin dead, so get over it and do as Bo said."Dylan said with a shake of his head.
Her expression hardened, and keeping her grip on Bambi tight, she looked at Dylan, let loose a string of words in Spanish.
"Hey now, don't you do that funny talking at me lady. You're in America now, so speak the native language of our people."Dylan said.
"Okay you ignorant, redneck bastard. You killed JD, and I promise you by the time this is over, you'll be dead too. Did you understand that?"she asked cooly.
"Well I..."
"Zip it Dylan, she has a right to be pissed, hell I'm mad and I didn't even know the kid, but seriously miss, get up and go over there with the others."Bo said in what he hoped was a gentle, coercing tone.
"No."she said defiantly.
"Do you want to die?"Bo asked with a curious look at the woman.
"Do you?"she retorted.
She knew it wasn't smart to backtalk the men who had guns, but she wasn't exactly thinking rationally at the moment.
"Alright, I'm gonna count to ten, and if you ain't moved by then, we'll move you ourselves."the man said with a sigh.
"No, no, no."she muttered, resting her head atop JD's head and closing her eyes.
"5, 6, 7...come on lady I'm serious."he stopped at that point.
A small rustle came from where the other hostages were sitting, followed by the third man accompanying Bo and Dylan saying loudly,"Uh uh buddy, you sit back down right now, and I mean it."
Whoever it was didn't oblige, but Bo must have known that their intentions were for the best because Carla heard him tell the other man,"Leave him be Trevor. Let him go."
The next thing Carla knew, gentle hands were gripping her shoulders, and a mans voice said right next to her ear,"Come on darling. He's dead, and if you don't do what these fuckers say, you might join him, and you know he wouldn't want that don't you?"
She started to protest, but then realized that the words the man had spoken were true. Bambi wouldn't want her to be killed too, so after putting her blood covered hands to his throat to check once more for a pulse, finding nothing(thinking back she realized that maybe the fact she had such wet, slick hands that were shaking fiercely had something to do with her mis-diagnosis)she kissed his head on lasttime lowered him to the ground, and turned around, burying her face in the chest of the man who was behind her as she sobbed.
"It's okay darling, you're fine."he drawled. She looked up at him gratefully, and even with the circumstances couldn't help but be taken aback when she saw who it was.
It was the pony tailed man who she was hugging, the rude, scary looking as JD had said, man whom she'd felt like punching not half an hour ago.
He smiled wryly, shrugged, and then led her over to sit between him and the cashier girl.
And it was there she stayed until JD seemingly made a miraculous return from the dead.
TBC
Hope this chapter was okay, and I apologize because I know I said there would be a JD pov in it, but it came out longer than I'd planned, but don't worry, the JDA is coming first thing next chappie(if you guys think this one was okay and all) and I'm going to throw in a either, Turk, Cox, or Elliot one where they discover what's befallen their friends. So please R&R!
