A/N: Sorry it's taken this long to get an update out. I haven't forgotten aboout this story I was just having a major writters block and this school year's been crazy. So I'm trying to be better but with exams right now I can't make any promises. But for now I give you Chapter 9 and 10. Enjoy!!! :D


It was already Friday. JJ couldn't believe it; it seemed like yesterday that she had just gotten home from Scotland. She and Gregori had spent every night together. Even last night while she was studying. He had come over around 1am. They had sat on the couch, JJ at one end with her back to the arm of the couch and Gregori at the other with her feet in his lap. He gave her a foot-massage while she recited information from her notes to him. Every so often he would give a different example and she would talk through the problem. She had been quiet surprised at how effective it was. When he left she had told him that she was going to have to kidnap him every time she had a test. He promptly told her that it wasn't kidnapping when the victim came willingly before kissing her tenderly.

JJ entered her apartment and sighed. She had had a busy day today. It was already dark outside since she had had a late midterm on top of wanting to talk to her professor about their term paper on a famous private investigator, she wanted to write about her dad but wasn't sure if he would qualify. Likely for her, her professor had done some work in the UK and was more than willing to accept a paper on Angus McKay.

After talking to her prof she finally made out to her truck and headed home. Traffic had been brutally which had not helped her already sleep deprived mood at all either. Not to mention the five hours she had put in at work today and the four she had passed with Toni and Shanna dress shopping between work and class. Basically she was just happy to walk in her front door and the comfort her couch promised, but what she found in her living room in front of the couch stole her breathe.

There sitting in the middle of her living room was a mannequin with the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. Slowly she walked to the dress. When she got to it she reached out to touch the silky material. The dress was black and was a halter style. It had the most beautiful electric blue and hot pink bead detailing she had ever seen. The skirt of the dress only the slightest puff to it, just enough to pull away from the body but not enough for it to look like the iron-frame skirt Lady Pamela still wore. It wasn't long, cutting off just above the knees. It was perfect in every way.

"I take it you like it?" JJ turned to see her uncle smiling at her and Robby and Phil standing behind him.

"It's perfect." She whispered.

"Well in design yes. The dress itself however still needs to be determined." He came up beside her and took the dress down off the mannequin; he held it out to her. When JJ just continued to stare at the dress Jean-Luc chuckled. "Well don't just stare at it. Go try it on."

Smiling JJ took the dress from his hands and raced to her bedroom. Within in seconds, a change time of which Jean-Luc was sure would put both Simone and Ingrid to shame, JJ had returned with the dress on. The minute she was in full view Robby and Phil cough.

"Umm, Jean-Luc I'm no fashion expert but donna ye think the top half is a wee bit too tight?" Robby asked.

Jean-Luc smiled as he approached JJ. Gently yet expertly he tugged at the material around her ribs. "Can you breathe?" JJ nodded. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she was in a dress that fit this good. "Are you comfortable?" JJ nodded again, the dress felt like she was wearing nothing at all. Jean-Luc nodded before pronouncing; "Then it fits perfectly."

"But she's practically falling out of it." Phil exclaimed practically stuttering on his shock.

Jean-Luc laughed. JJ knew he was used to the overprotective ramblings of her brothers. As he laughed JJ threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Thank-you." She kissed his cheek. "I love it. It's the perfect dress."

Jean-Luc chuckled as she stepped back and twirled in a circle. "The dress is beautiful, mais il ne fait aucun justice à l'angle qui est habiller dedans." He smiled warmly at her. "Here, this is from Heather. She insisted that the outfit would remain incomplete without this."

JJ took the box her uncle held out to her. She opened it to find a beautiful pair of black pumps and a note on top. Taking out the note she read it aloud.

Dear JJ,

I saw these shoes after Jean-Luc showed me the design. Not only are they a great match to the dress but I saw them and thought of you. Also you'll notice no purse. Clutches are too annoying so if you look on the left strap just below where it meets your shoulder you'll find a pouch sewn into the dress. It's just big enough for the essentials; credit card, debit card, license, and some cash. As for lipstick, I have three words for you; date's jacket pocket. I'm sure you'll understand. Anyway call me and let me know how it went. Heather

PS Bethany included the "better" version of one of the design sketches. She said it looked like you now.

JJ pulled out the drawing. On the mannequin Bethany had drawn brown eyes and brown hair that matched her own. On the top of the page in messy crayon writing the drawing was labeled JJ. "Thank-you." She repeated looking at her uncle.

Jean-Luc nodded. "And now I take my leave. I would like at least one picture of the entire ensemble." With that he came forward, kissed her cheek and disappeared.

JJ turned to Robby and Phil. "You guys got any plans for the night? Any hot dates?"

Both guys laughed. "Och, of course Simone finally came to her senses and decided she'd rather be with me instead of a rich fashion designer." Robby laughed out.

"And the woman of my dreams is waiting for me in Texas." Phil added.

"Good, as long as both of you don't have plans we can hang out tonight." JJ said. "Let me just get changed. Umm, Robby there's blood, bleer, and Bliskey in the fridge. Phil I'm low on edible groceries so you and I will have to grab a bite on the way."

JJ ran into her room. As she unzipped the dress she called Gregori's office. It went to voicemail; she left a message before changing and joining her brothers. She knew it was probably really stupid but she was so excited to spend the night with them. Since Phil got transferred to Texas she never saw him and Robby was worse. At least when he was in Paris she could accept that she never saw him because he was on a different continent. But now he was in the same country and she still never saw him. Nights like tonight, even when it meant not seeing Gregori, were too rare to pass up.