A/N: Full list of ships: HipHuggers, BoaWolfe, HOoRAY, Frank/Alexx, Jesse/OC and some DuCaine and Walter/OC, possible male slash, too.

EDIT: New ship: Tom/OC

I may add some references to Fluke, but I have no idea if there are enough references to consider it a crossover just yet…

If it offends you then don't READ IT and don't come crying/complaining to me.

Chapter 2

July 11, 2010.

Crap… seems like my vertigo is getting worse. Jesse sat beside me. I sighed heavily. I tried to get up but my body didn't want to and I fell over backwards into the couch. I couldn't even go home; Horatio said it was too dangerous. Vertigo is a serious disease with no cures but treatments. The main thing is to sit up slowly and carefully. Jesse brought me up closer and hugged me tightly. "Jenna, I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Jenna, Jenna, wake up," he shook me. I had accidentally fallen asleep on the floor.

"Huh…," I looked around. "It was just a dream…"

"What was just a dream?" He furrowed his brow.

"Y-you were hugging me… tightly… holding me in your arms… I had my face o-on your chest…," I sighed. "It's no use. Not like it's ever going to happen…" He blinked a few times. I heard him slightly chuckle, he waved his hand while he walked off. He thought I was joking. I tried to get up but Tom stopped me.

"N-uh, you're not going anywhere young lady."

"Tom… I have to pee really badly… I've been sitting on that couch for OVER 24 HOURS!" I narrowed my eyes and glared at him.

"R-right… n-no need to get angry at me…," he backed off and I got up. I got up just fine in fact. He shrunk back to his empty desk and looked at me as if I was a bitch.

"Sorry… I just get offended easily… that's all."

"That's fine young lady, just don't take your anger out on me. Everyone seems to pick on me."

"I-I'm sorry to hear that… hey, if you never need anyone to comfort you, you come to me, all right?" I smiled happily.

"T-thank you…," he sighed.

"Hey come here, I think you could use a hug…," I smiled again. He got up and nearly collapsed in my arms. He sniffled slightly. "It's OK Tom… I was picked on a lot too when I was in school and no one seemed to care (only my parents). It's why I don't have any friends, really. I had a boyfriend that treated me like shit."

"I don't have very many friends either…," he sniffled again. He dug his face into me. "I was called fat idiot everyday in at school in fifth grade…"

"What…? W-why…? T-that's not fair to you… Do you mind me asking what happened?"

"N-no… t-that's fine…," he sighed and cleared his throat.

Tom's POV, about 20 years or so ago

(Imagine music playing in the background)

"My first day in fifth grade!" I said excitedly. I walked along the halls of my small school, looking for my classroom; the famous room 13 that everyone talked about… apparently very horrible pranks are created there. (Such as dog crap sandwiches, worm-filled apples and books are glued together). I had no I was going to get in trouble, though. I had found room 13. I skipped in happily. "Hey guys!" I grinned at everyone that was already in the class.

"Hey fatty," several of them said. Why were they talking about me like that? I wasn't fat at all! I had run track and lifted weights so most of it was pure muscle. I had the strength of an ox because of what my parents forced me to do.

"Hey, I'm not fat!" I retorted. "This is all muscle. My parents forced me to go through physical training."

"Yeah, yeah, fatty…," one of the tallest kids sneered. "Come here, I want to show you something." I cocked my head. I was too immature to know what he was talking about; so I went ahead and walked up to him. I wasn't sure what happened next but he tried to give me a wedgie. I growled and grabbed his arm, twisting it several times. He screamed in pain when I had broken his arm. I kicked him in the ribs and possibly broke one of them. I threw him to the ground and put my leg on his back.

I got into serious trouble that day….

Present, Jenna's POV

"Ever since that day, I was called 'fat bone breaker'… and more… a lot of them I don't remember…" I hugged him tightly.

"It's OK Tom; I won't make fun of you. You can be my friend if you want to."

"Thank you…," he wiped the tears away. I smiled and walked off.

"I'll be right back if you want to talk some more," I called. I turned around to see him smiling brightly.