Two

"You're the Sheriff."

"And you're the deputy."

"It's your duty!"

"And it's your job to do what I say!" Jo glared at Carter and he matched her stare, unflinching. They'd had this argument more than once. Carter didn't want to go into the office. Jo wanted to be patrolling the streets. They were like two kids, arguing over who would have to do the dishes. Jo usually won, though. Jack would never tell her, but she kind of intimidated him.

"I've got five dollars on Jo," Vincent threw in, as if reading Jack's mind. Jack turned his glare to Vincent, Jo giving him a triumphant smile.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Vincent," Jack sarcastically commented.

"Sorry, Sheriff," Vincent shrugged. "She's tough. But, to make you feel better, your refill is on the house."

"The coffee is always free."

"Then you should already feel better!" Vincent laughed as he walked back to the kitchen, leaving Jack to shake his head and finish up his breakfast, knowing he'd have to go sit behind his desk. Jo's cell phone started ringing and she answered. The expression on her face quickly turned from annoyance to a delighted shock.

"No way! You can't be serious! Are you sure?" Jack tried to catch her eye, wondering who it was, but Jo shooed him away like he was a fly. She stood up and stepped away from the counter for a little privacy. Jack took that moment to add a little salt to Jo's abandoned coffee cup. He may have to go into the office, but he'd make sure Jo knew he wasn't going down without a fight.

She came back a few minutes later, grinning from ear to ear.

"Care to share?" he asked, taking a sip from his cup and waiting for her to gag on hers. She pretended like she didn't hear him as she stood and eagerly got Vincent's attention.

"This better be good," he said, coming back to the counter and putting his hands on his hips.

"You'll never guess who is coming back to Eureka," she challenged, excitement evident in every word.

"Maybe you should sit down, take a drink before you go on," Jack urged. She continued to ignore him.

"Is it Al Gore? Because, I tell you, that man could eat me out of house and home!" Vincent replied. Jo rolled her eyes.

"Again with that? We all know you don't like the man--."

"Jo! Are you going to tell us?" Jack interrupted, getting impatient. She either needed to talk or drink. He didn't have all morning. Jo leaned forward on the counter, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Casey Blake." Vincent's eyes grew wide as his hands dropped to his side.

"Shut-up!" Vincent exclaimed. Jo stood straight, nodding madly.

"I swear. Fargo just told me!"

"Excuse me?" Jack said, raising his hand like a little kid. Jo and Vincent gave him their attention. "Hi, Sheriff Carter here. Still kind of new to town, don't know all the ins and outs. Why is this Casey Blake such a big deal?"

"Casey Blake, Carter…she's Allison's little sister." Carter scrunched up his face in confusion.

"Sister? Allison never mentioned she had a sister."

"She wouldn't. They're not exactly close," Jo told him.

"Do you think she's coming back for the wedding?" Vincent asked. Carter cringed. There was nothing he hated in the world more than thinking about Nathan and Allison's wedding. Nothing.

"Fargo just said that Allison asked him if he would get one of the maid robots over to her house to get everything ready. She's coming tomorrow! It can't be for the wedding…can it?"

"Why is this such a bug deal?" Carter asked, hating how everyone talked around him like he wasn't there. Jo sighed, seeming annoyed. But Vincent turned to him and picked up his now empty plate.

"Casey Blake isn't just Allison's little sister…she's Nathan's ex-girlfriend." Now it was Carter who looked shocked.

"What?" Sputtering from his side drew both of their attention to Jo, who was wiping furiously at her mouth.

"Who put salt in my coffee!?!"