Five Times Annie and Jeff Got Together in Decidedly Non-Greendale, Non-Shirley Approved Ways
Or
Shirley Disapproved
Part Three
In Which She Accidentally Killed Someone
Jeff studied the woman in front of him.
Youngish, big blue eyes, straight brown hair… and obvious gears turning in her head.
She'd just finished making her introductions. What, why, who…
He leaned forward. "So you're innocent and you want me to prove that?"
Annie looked down, and a faint smile played around her lips. Then she looked up again.
"I'm not innocent, Mr. Winger. Idid kill that cook."
*
She saw the surprise flick across his face for a moment, then – not even subtly – he looked impressed.
She sighed. Why must the only time she impresses some very hot specimen of the human race be when she's trying to hire said specimen to convince a judge that she hadn't killed her godfather's cook?
Taking a deep breath, Annie tried explaining about how she'd realized that Pierce's cook had been selling pills on the side, and that the cook had tried selling to her, capitalizing on her history of high-school drug abuse. Annie had refused and then tried to expose him to Pierce.
She had tried thrice before deciding she might just replace the sugar pills Pierce used with some similar-looking drugs, working on some half-assed plan of Radison using them for Pierce's tea… then her making it look like he was trying to kill Pierce…
That plan had gone to hell when Radison decided to make some tea for himself, dump four "sugar" pills in his cup and die of OD-ing on a drug she barely remembered the name of.
*
Okay, so she wasn't a cold-blooded murderess. But the sex appeal was still there, mostly because she had basically told Jeff about conspiring against a damn cook to get him fired just because he'd tried to sell her pills.
But he didn't sleep with his clients.
Client's wives – okay.
So he shouldn't be thinking about bending her over his desk and trying to make her dark blue eyes turn darker…
Stop, Winger.
*
"Okay," Jeff said, walking back into the room, after retrieving what looked like every piece of paper in the world, "these are questions that might be asked tomorrow in court."
It's the last day before they went to court. Annie was freaking out.
She took the heavy sheaf of paper and looked up at Jeff. "So you're going to coach me through each question?"
He smirked and sat next to her. "That part is easy. That list is of questions that have only one answer."
She frowns. "What is it?"
"No."
*
She was sitting on the steps in front of the court house, holding a cup of coffee and looking very composed. Only on closer inspection did Jeff realize that she was tapping her fingers against the side of the cup, and re-adjusting herself on the steps a few
times per second.
"Hey," he said, coming to a stop just in front of her. (He noticed in his quick – and now habitual – glance at her chest that she'd decided to play Cool Business Woman and wear a tailored suit.)
"You're late. You said we'd meet thirty minutes before we have to show up. You're ten whole minutes late." Her tone was reproachful as she got up, wobbling a little, to go inside.
He smiled and defended himself, letting one hand drift to the small of her back.
Once inside, he quickly pulled her towards the teeny cafeteria and told her to sit down, while he nipped in the bathroom.
Five minutes later, he was washing his hands and Edison was storming into the bathroom, freaking out. Again.
*
"Jeff, I need some reassurance, okay? I killed him, and I just realized I'm not worried about having sort of killed someone, I'm impatient for it to get over. I was freaking out yesterday for the same reason, then you came and gave me that list and I forgot to be worried about not worrying, and am I bad person? I essentially killed a guy and all I care about is my attraction to my much older lawyer and not wasting time in court."
He'd been looking carefully amused, until she reached the part about her being attracted to… him.
So, usually, before he's going to fight a case, he doesn't let anything distract him, because he needs to turn into Tango, the badass lawyer who wipes the courtroom floor with prosecutors. (The Jeff Winger doll was probably in the process of being manufactured at that moment.)
But, okay, he'd been handling an inconvenient crush on a twenty one year old not-murderess, and… they're in the men's room.
He leaned closer to her until his chest was a hairsbreadth away from her folded arms. She looked up at him with suddenly panicked eyes that screamed Oh shit what did I just say?
He smirked. "What?"
*
Her head was banging against the wall.
She didn't care, as long as Jeff was the reason she'd be having the inevitable headache later.
Her hands tightened around his neck as she started feeling bigger and bigger waves of bliss crash onto her.
He grunted and changed his position, and all of a sudden, every time he moved in and out of her, he was brushing against – somewhereawesome, because the waves started crashing into her faster and faster and harder and she wasn't sure if that was Jeff pushing into her or her imaginary waves and – oh, god.
She relaxed and exhaled, falling back against the cold bathroom wall just as Jeff let go with one final thrust.
*
He should start having sex before every time he has to go to court because he just barreled through this without so much as a thought.
Making someone look innocent had never been so easy.
Of course, the jury might also be softening because of the huge fluttering Disney thing Annie has going with her eyes.
*
The man was talking really slowly. On TV the jury members don't take so long – what did he just say?
She turned to Jeff. "Not guilty?" He was grinning. It turned into a smirk as he nodded.
"Absolutely innocent, baby."
She shouldn't have hugged him so tight. She's pretty sure he's attracted to only her calm murderess side, and squealing and hugging doesn't fit that image so well.
But he was hugging her back and she could hear Pierce coming up behind her and she'd already got some awesome bathroom sex out of Jeff, right?
*
They met again at a park. He was running – she had a quick mental image of him stripping that black tee shirt off to show a sweaty amazing torso - when he saw her sitting on a bench, reading something, and he made his way towards her.
She said yes to his offer of dinner, and dropped a broad hint about how Pierce was out of town and there would be no one at her house that night.