Title: My Middle

Pairing: JD/Cox

Prompt: Middle

Warnings: None

Word Count: 342

Rating: PG

Spoilers: None

Author's Note: Told you I'd get there…eventually…Next one might will probably be a little longer and have an ahem higher rating.

My Middle: 11:40 p.m.

It was a full hour later before Jordan got out of the bath, and that was only because there wasn't any hot water left. Grumbling angrily to herself she wrapped Elliot's towel around herself, wishing it didn't smell so much like the doctor. In fact everything smelled like her, from the bath salts she stole to the towel to the apartment itself. It would've bothered Jordan less if it didn't smell so goddamn good.

She cracked open the bathroom door. "I need sweats and a tee-shirt." No answer. "Elliot! Now!"

There was a loud, angry grumble before a decidedly mussed Elliot appeared at the door. "Now what?" she mumbled.

Jordan glared at her. "Sweats. Tee-shirt. Not rocket science."

Elliot vanished and came back a few minutes later with the requested clothes. "Here. I'm going back to bed."

Jordan took them and slammed the door closed yet again. She pulled the clothes on and groaned quietly – they also smelled like Elliot. Big surprise.

Jordan dropped the towel on the floor and left everything as it was, deciding Elliot could clean it up in the morning. She went into the living room and collapsed on the couch, trying to figure out what she was doing here and what exactly her options were. As far as she could tell, she could either screw Elliot tonight and get it over with or move out within the next couple of days. It pissed Jordan off more than she could articulate how much Elliot turned her on, but she did, and there wasn't much point trying to ignore it.

Instead of reaching a decision, or at least thinking about it, she turned on the TV and flipped through the stations, trying to find something that wasn't a sitcom or late night cartoon. Jordan eventually settled on House, if only because it had a certain female doctor that could possibly almost sort of remind her of a certain other female doctor.

It only took fifteen minutes before Jordan was standing outside the bedroom door, closing her eyes and knocking.