I don't know about you but I reread the last completed chapter and I could not help but laugh at Todd trying to do good but gets rudely pushed aside by a member of the study group. This show has some established traits or gags and I do try to incorporate them. I also try to write chapters so that it's easy for you to picture them in your head like a little movie as I often do, but that's beside the point.

A little temptation is a good thing so can I tempt you in saying that this chapter that does feature some solo Jeff/Annie interaction?

Tempted yet? Well, read on…

Even Annie was unsure if Jeff had an ulterior motive. Jeff was seemingly kind enough not only to drive her to the hospital, but he waited for the doctor with her (and he signed himself as her emergency contact).

"Thanks again for waiting with me," Annie thanked as he sat in a chair and played with his phone.

"Hm?" Jeff looked up at her. "Oh, yeah, yeah no problem."

"I'm not stupid you know; I know you're a lawyer in that important case. Are you sure you're not helping me for good publicity?"

"As tempting as the good publicity is I do harbor some sort of humanitarian instinct deep inside me."

"Way deep inside."

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

"Well, that's nice of you Jeff Winger."

"Thank you…sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Annie. Annie Edison."

"Thank you Annie Annie Edison."

Annie couldn't help but giggle at that. "But be honest, would you have done what you did if your fiancée was watching?"

"My fiancée?" It suddenly dawned on Jeff. "Oh crap, Slater!" He stood up and grabbed his jacket. "I have to get back to my fiancée."

"But-"

"Don't worry, you seem fine."

"Jeff-"

"I'll send you a get well card or something," Jeff hurried off.

Annie folded her arms and slumped back onto the bed with an angry huff. "What a jerk." There was a tapping on the window. "Britta?" Annie got up and opened the window. "Aw, you guys went flying without me?"

"You really shouldn't worry about that; we still don't have his hair," Britta informed. "But Abed gave us another idea."

"You see," Shirley started, "Abed told us Jeff is very picky about his hair that when he thinks something's amiss he'll automatically comb or brush it."

"So you have to keep him occupied while we get the hair from the brush or comb."

"Well Jeff was my ride and now he's gone," Annie pointed out.

"That doesn't mean you can't find another means of transportation."

Annie slyly smiled. "You're right." She whistled. "ROMBO!" A broom flew over to her. Annie excitedly hurried toward the window, but her excitement then turned to dismay. "You guys, that window isn't big enough for me to fly out of."

"I'll take care of that, sweetie," Shirley waved her hand and the open window expanded so that it became big enough for Annie to fly out of. "Problem solved."

"Yay!" Annie couldn't contain her excitement as she happily mounted her broomstick and took off.

"I'm sorry you had to hear I was here from that creepy waiter," Jeff was leading Slater toward Annie's room. "This girl couldn't breathe and I took her to the hospital," he held out his arm in display without even looking in the room.

"Uh-huh," Slater looked over the room again, "are you sure you're not the one who needs to see the doctor?"

Jeff peered into the room. "What the…where the…" he got a look at Slater's angry face. "I swear she was here a minute ago!"

"Sure, Jeff."

"Michelle-"

"This case has got you all worked up. Why don't you go home and get some rest?"

"Good idea," because he was in public he leaned in to kiss her.

Slater denied him this public display of affection. "Don't even think about it Winger," she coldly told him before storming off.

…

Deciding to follow through on Slater's advice, Jeff ignored all planned responsibilities and drove back to his place expecting to take a brief rest and clear all thoughts on what had just transpired. However, it seemed there wasn't going to be much chance of Jeff getting any rest when he saw what, or more appropriately who was standing at the top of his stairs. "What the…how the…why…did…what…how…" he was at a loss for words.

Annie smiled. "What's the matter Jeff? Cat got your tongue?"

"Why are you here? Why aren't you at the hospital?"

"I didn't like it there."

"But how did you get here so quickly?"

Annie turned her head a bit at the broom standing a few feet away. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"How do you even know where I…wait, I remember you."

"I would hope so after what happened at the restaurant."

"No, from before the restaurant; I was coming up these stairs and I almost ran into you."

"Oh that's right. Good thing we didn't actually run into each other or that might've been messy," Annie sat at the top of the bannister.

"What are you doing?"

"Wouldn't want to accidentally bump into each other on the stairs again," with glee, she slid down the bannister and when she reached the end she enthusiastically jumped off and landed in front of a horrified looking Jeff. "You really should try that sometime."

"Uh…" a speechless Jeff tried to piece everything together.

"Anyway, I'm here because I just thought I'd give you a proper thank you for what you did."

"What exactly do you mean by 'proper thank you'?"

"Is sex always the first thing that comes to men's minds?"

"Usually."

"No sex." Jeff made an 'eh' noise and shrugged it off. "I wanted to give you this," she handed Jeff a closed ring box.

"Wow, usually it's the guy who does the proposing but I like your style." He opened the ring box and his eyes came across an antique looking ring. "Is this a purple diamond and why?"

"While it is purple- and purple's my favorite color by the way- I don't think that's a diamond."

"No, I meant why are you giving this to me?"

"My friends and I were here earlier Jeff. We heard how you didn't get your fiancée an engagement ring. Consider this a thank you present for what you did for me."

"I can't accept this," he handed the ring box back to her.

"But it's a gift."

"Annie this must have cost you a fortune."

"It didn't, I promise."

"Where did you even get this ring?"

"Pierce gave it to me. One day he just took me aside, gave me this ring and told me I was his favorite and that I deserved it."

"Is Pierce an ex-boyfriend?"

"No, he's the closest thing I have to a father."

"And he's not dead?"

"Believe me, it would take a miracle to get Pierce to keel over and die. Please take the ring and give it to the girl you love, I insist."

"Well alright, thank you Annie."

"You're welcome Jeff."

"Hey, can I get you some coffee or something?"

"No, I'm alright," Annie began wandering around the downstairs. "This is a nice place you've got here."

"This was my uncle's house. The poor bastard left it to me when he died."

Annie stopped when a painting of a man eerily similar to Jeff Winger caught her eye. "This painting included?"

Jeff walked over to her and the painting. "Creepy isn't it?"

"Is this supposed to be you?"

"Hell no, the forehead's too big. This is actually an ancestor of mine."

"Jonathan Winger."

"You must have good vision; usually you'd have to walk right up to that ugly painting to see his name on the frame. This was painted in 1693 and has been in the Winger family ever since."

"He looks just like you."

"Only with a bigger forehead."

Annie gave Jeff a glancing inspection. "Hmm, if you say so."

"Wait a minute, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Do you love Slater?"

"Okay that quickly went off topic."

"Well, do you?"

"Where did this question even come from?"

"I saw how you two interacted at the restaurant."

"We didn't interact."

"Exactly! And if a man did plan on getting engaged he would already have a ring prepared would he not?"

"Ah, but it doesn't necessarily have to be a ring does it not?"

"Plus I'm pretty sure Slater's not her first name."

"No, it's Michelle."

"Then why do you always call her Slater?"

"Because she doesn't seem like a Michelle."

"That seems like a ready-made excuse."

"I can neither confirm, nor deny that."

"Just answer the question Jeff. Do you love Slater?"

"You know, you're the first person to ask me this question."

"I am?" Jeff nodded. "But that still doesn't answer whether or not you love her."

"I don't."

"Are you only marrying her for appearance sake?"

"Honestly, yeah."

"If you don't love her, then why are you marrying her?"

"Because I know that no matter who I marry I'm going to be miserable. No Winger man has ever had a good marriage. If it doesn't end in bitter divorce or suicide the poor bastard lives out the rest of his married life in misery- much like the uncle who left me this house."

"How do you know that's for certain? Nothing is set in stone Jeff."

"Winger men are naturally blessed with good looks, a special charm, amazing hair, a good sense of humor, and natural wit. While these traits are always consistent..."

"Sure they are."

"No need to get formidable. Look, I lost my train of thought; did you get the point I was trying to make?"

"Yes."

"So I might as well marry someone I don't love and that way there's a chance I'll be less miserable."

"Who knows what life has in store Jeff? Maybe something will change your mind."

"Doubt it." They heard stomping coming from upstairs. "Did you hear that?"

Annie realized the stomping was coming from Britta or Shirley. "Nope."

"I could've sworn-"

"Hey Jeff, I think there's something in your hair."

"What?"

"Yeah, it looks like a piece of fuzz or something," she went over to him as if she was about to touch his hair.

"Ah, ah, ah no need for touching," he backed away. "I'll just clean it out myself."

As Jeff headed for the downstairs bathroom, Annie quickly hurried upstairs where Britta and Shirley were waiting. "I know you guys are impatient but he's going to brush his hair now so just wait a couple more minutes."

"Pierce crystal balled us," Britta informed.

Shirley nodded in agreement. "He says he's found us a house and a cat."

Annie raised her eyebrow in confusion. "Pierce likes cats?"

"It's some guy Pierce turned into a cat," Britta showed Annie the image of the cat taken from the message Pierce had sent out to them. "We have no idea what he's done but we have to get back to him before he gets out of control with his magic again."

"And you know he will unless we're there to stop him," Shirley reminded. "He's like a magical man-child that needs constant supervision or else he'll get everyone in trouble."

"He's a magical warlock, he's proud of it, and if we're not there to stop him from constantly using the magic he's gonna blab it to the world. Shirley's gonna go on ahead and meet up with Pierce…"

"Shirley's gonna do what now?"

"…while I sneak downstairs unnoticed and get the hair."

"Did you make some kinda subtle fat joke?"

"Once that's done you and I will catch up with them and brew the potion there."

"Seriously Britta, who died and made you the leader?"

"Hey Annie, you still here?" it sounded like Jeff was done.

"I'll be down in a sec!" Annie called back to him before lowering her voice to Shirley and Britta. "Britta's plan is our safe bet. Shirley, you go back with Pierce, and Britta you use one of your quick teleportation spells. I'll create an exit excuse. Go!"

Shirley and Britta disappeared just as Jeff came into view. "Giving yourself a grand tour there Annie?" he asked.

Annie just stifled a laugh. "Yeah. I had to take care of something in the…the uh bathroom."

"Uh-huh."

"Well, this visit has been fun."

"You're leaving?" Annie slid down the bannister and greeted him at the bottom like before. "Okay, can you seriously never do that again?"

"I've got a life too you know. Are you gonna miss me?"

"I'm certainly not going to keep you from doing what you have to do."

"I should say the same for your trial."

"My trial?" Jeff slapped himself on his large forehead. "Right, I have to get to the courthouse."

"I'm certainly not going to keep you from doing what you have to do," she headed for the front door. "Until we meet again?"

"If we meet again."

"I've got a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other than we think," Annie flashed him a quick smirk. Jeff didn't say anything, but he just looked at her. Still, there was something about the look that kept Annie lingering for a few seconds longer; it was as if it was a special look just for her. "Right, I'll see you around."

"Yeah," he watched her as she left. Once she was out of sight, a small smile crept on his face.

…

"You cannot do these things Pierce!" Shirley was yelling to him as Annie and Britta entered the new place- now with Jeff's hair. "What if someone comes looking for this poor man? We can't just tell them our warlock mentor turned him into a talking cat!"

"Oh, do you not want him to talk?" Pierce was being serious. "I wouldn't mind making him silent; his British accent is both annoying and fake."

"I am really British you twat!" an exasperated Duncan cat reminded.

"Oh…go eat a bird."

"I had planned on having chicken for dinner but that's not going to happen is it."

"Bah!"

Britta proudly ran over to Shirley clutching the hair in her hand. "I got the hair!"

Shirley clapped her hands with delight. "Ooh, that's nice."

"What else do we need besides Annie's hair?"

"Are you sure you still want me to do this?" Annie questioned them.

"Yes, especially after that little scene at the restaurant earlier. You are a natural for this Annie."

"Yeah but what if I actually fall in love with him?"

Annie and Shirley exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Pierce hadn't been paying attention to their going-ons.

"Nothing," Annie solemnly stated before walking away from the still laughing Shirley and Britta.

Pierce followed her. "Come on and tell Old Uncle Pierce what's troubling you sweetheart."

"Shirley, Britta, and I ran into a descendant of Jonathan Winger."

"Oh?"

"Troy and Abed gave us the idea to not only have Jeff Winger be in a miserable marriage, but have him madly in love with someone who wouldn't love him back."

"I take it that it would be one of you girls?"

"Me. I also had to create a ruse to get a lock of his hair and he was nice enough to pretend to save me and take me to the hospital."

"Oh please tell me you're not actually falling for someone directly descended from the man who had us killed?"

"I was sure I wasn't but…"

"But?"

"…he gave me this funny look."

"Like funny 'ha, ha' or..."

"I can't really explain it. Pierce, what if I'm falling for him?"

"Trust me Annie, you're not."

"I'm not?"

"You're not. I know it, and so do Britta and Shirley."

"But why-"

"You always were the one to get swept up in the romance of things so you got swept up in the romance of this. Believe me; you do not have any real romantic feelings for Jeff Winger."

Annie gave Pierce a hug. "Thank you, Pierce."

"Anything for my favorite witch."

"Uh ladies," Shirley had managed to regain composure, "where's the spellbook?"

Annie remembered. "Oh my gosh we left it back at Troy and Abed's apartment!"

"Well we have to go back and get it."

"Shirley," Britta began, "we can't waste time. The hair stays fresh for thirty minutes and we still don't have all the ingredients."

"Then we'll have to brew the potion at Troy and Abed's!" Annie decided.

"We might as well; we don't have anything here, not even a cauldron," Shirley pointed out. "I suggest we three ladies go to Troy and Abed's and brew the potion there."

"But we can't leave Pierce alone," Britta reminded.

"He'll have Duncan Cat to keep him company."

"You're seriously going to leave me alone with this lunatic?" Duncan Cat angrily inquired.

"You bore easily," Pierce insulted the cat. "I'd leave this house within five minutes because you're so boring."

"The hell you will!" Britta objected.

"Then I'll just go with you ladies."

"Plan B," Shirley waved her hand.

"What just happened?"

"Barrier spell."

"I can easily penetrate that," Pierce opened the front door to leave, but an invisible force kept him from going outside. "Hey!"

"A barrier spell that only the spell caster can penetrate."

"You're no fun either Shirley!"

Shirley let out a small giggle. "Come on ladies, let's pay Troy and Abed a visit."

…

"You sure we shouldn't just give it back to them?" Troy fidgeted as Abed read through the spellbook the witches left behind at their apartment during their last encounter.

"We will eventually," Abed assured. "We still need to find the spell to get rid of your cereal mascot related nightmares. Rest assured us keeping the book from them doesn't necessarily make us the bad guys. There may come a point in time where the spellbook is needed and neither Shirley, Britta, Annie, nor Pierce can use it and it would be up to us to save everything."

"Dude, this is not a movie! I know like it might seem that way because we unleashed some olden day witches but this is real life."

"Hmm," Abed was unaffected by that remark. "This part with just us shouldn't even matter; it's only featured to remind the audience what happened to the spellbook. It also may or may not be foreshadowing, I'm still unclear."

"Part?" Troy looked at Abed with the utmost confusion.

"You shouldn't question me and just go with everything."

A sudden tapping noise started Troy. "Is someone at our window?"

Abed went over to the window near the fire escape. Sure enough the witches were there. He opened the window and greeted them. "Hello ladies, thanks for knocking."

"We thought it would be rude of us to just pop in unexpectedly," Shirley explained as she stepped in first carrying her broom.

"We need our spellbook," Britta informed them as she stepped in next holding her broom. "We've got Jeff's hair and we need to put it in the love potion within the next fifteen minutes."

Annie entered last with her broomstick in her hand as well. "We don't really have the necessities back at our place to brew the potion anyway."

"You guys found a new place?" Troy excitedly asked.

"We'll explain later," Shirley hurried over to the spellbook and searched for the page. She quickly glanced at the spell. "Alright so we got the hairs now all we just need-"

"I took care of the ingredients," Abed pointed to a bunch of products on the kitchen counter beside a cooking pot. "Once I found the names in the spellbook I googled what kind of products carry what you need and I supplied them for you."

"How nice; thank you Abed."

"No problem. Troy and I don't have a working fireplace so you're going to have to use the stove for fire. I'll preheat it for you."

"So how long does the potion take to make?" Troy inquired as Abed finished preheating the stove and led Shirley to it.

"In all honesty it depends," Britta truthfully replied. "I mean, we have to get everything right."

"And you have to wait at least twelve hours to let it settle before you can mix the potion with any liquid," Annie added. "If we time everything right, Jeff won't be able to drink the potion until late tomorrow morning."

"That might pose a bit of a problem," Abed suddenly spoke. "Tomorrow is an important date in the trial that's key in deciding who the jury will side with. It starts at eleven."

"Then we'll need to work fast," Shirley interjected as she began to boil water. "Britta, Annie, get over here and add those hairs."

"So it doesn't matter what order the ingredients go in?" Troy asked for clarification.

"No, just so long as they go in there. Though for guaranteed results it's best to add the salt near the end and make sure the hair is no older than thirty minutes."

Britta dropped Jeff's hair in first. "It's in."

Annie grimaced as she pulled out a lock of her hair and dropped it in the pot. "Mine too."

There was some awkward silence before Troy made a noise. "So…" he also tried to break the silence, "…now we wait?"

Britta nodded as she kept her eyes on the pot. "Now we wait."

More awkward silence. This time, Abed broke it. "Anyone else wanna watch Inspector Spacetime?"

"Who's he?"

Troy put his arm around Britta's shoulder. "Oh Britta, there is so much to teach you."

Boy that was longer than I anticipated. But hey at least this chapter included everybody. And I love that Abed can break the fourth wall without actually having to break the fourth wall (hint, hint)

And if you guys could send well wishes to my dad. I don't see him a lot but I just learned from his sister-in-law (my Aunt) on Facebook that he needed emergency surgery. It was gonna be Monday, but it got moved up to today. He's in recovery now but…you can never be too sure how things will go. I love my dad but he's not the perfect picture of health you know and it sucks that I'm his only daughter and I can't be up there to see him- plus I only found out yesterday.

Honestly, I have nothing more to say. However, in the next chapter the love potion will be finished and ready to drink. Anyone excited for that? I think if I play my cards right Chang and the Dean will be in the next chapter too. I wanted to end this on a more happier note so that's why I shared this info.