Author's Note: It's been awhile since I have written any ff's. Heck,
it's been awhile since I've even been to Fan Fiction.net. I'm sorry for
the delay of this chapter, to those actually read this . . . hehehe. I've
been real busy with work, painting my pictures and other's (we're trying to
put together a studio) and getting ready for school to start back up. *
Insert Frown *
Anyways, enough about me . . .
Chapter 2 - The Beginning
"Wh . . . what?" Vicky Po found herself lying on the floor of the forensics lab. The sun was shining through the small windows that were across the room from her. As she could see, no one else was there. The room was silent, and unusually damp.
"What's up, Master Woo?"
"Sara?" Vicky lifted herself from the floor. "I could have sworn . . ." She shook her head to make sure she wasn't dreaming, she even went as far as pinching herself. "I heard Sara . . . I . . . I know I did."
"Pez, did you get the last e-mail on the police station's dress code? I'm assuming you didn't"
Vicky heard Jake laughing after Danny made quite a good come back. She could hear all of them as if they were right there in the room with her. The room was still empty; no one was there except for her. "You're losing it, Vick." Staying in the room was no longer an option; she had to get out of there. With rapid speed she found herself outside of Sara's, Danny's, and Jake's office. People looked at her strangely. Men were giving her lustful looks, while women gave her worried ones. "What is going on?"
"Yo, Rookie, go get yourself some doughnuts and become a real cop."
Jake began to walk over to the door to go and buy some doughnuts for Sara. It's amazing how she eats so much junk and yet stays in that great of shape. While he opened the door, he saw a familiar figure in the shadow of a corner. "Vick?"
She looked up at Jake, who was dressed in a nice suit and wearing glasses, unlike his usual flannel shirt and jeans. Though the look was different, she had to admit that he was pleasing to the eyes. "Jake . . . why are . . . you dressed?"
As Vicky fell to the floor, Jake rushed to her side. "Vick? Vick?" He tried shaking her into conscious, the task failed. He could only think of one thing to do, "Sara!!!"
Sara took off over to Jake as soon as she heard him call out for her, "What is it, Rookie?" Her breathing stopped as she saw her friend lying on the floor. "What happened?"
"She was standing here, barely uttering out words and all of a sudden she collapsed." Jake remembered the night before, "She's wearing the same clothes that she wore last night."
"She must have worked all night, then." Sara moved to lift her friend up, Jake immediately chimed in. "Let's move her into the lab."
***
"Wh . . . what?" Vicky rose from the hard bed that was underneath her. Her eyes flickered as they adjusted to the bright lights. As they began to calm, she saw Jake sitting beside her in a chair. He looked as if he was asleep, but was undetectable. His head was slightly bent down, and a magazine rested in his hands. "Jake . . ." Vicky reached her fingers out to touch him.
"Vick?" He startled at her cold touch. It felt different from last night's. The moment when she touched him for the first time was forever locked away in his mind. It was warm, caring, and different somehow from other caresses he received in his early years. This time, though, the tips of her fingers were cold, lifeless almost. "Are you all right?"
"I . . . umm . . . yeah . . ." She struggled with her thoughts for a second, "What happened."
"You passed out earlier this morning. You've been asleep for almost six hours." Jake slid his right hand down her left arm, while he used his other to check her forehead. He could feel his body tense as he drew himself closer to her, causing him to blush at the thought. "Well, you don't have a fever or anything. In fact, you're really cold."
Vicky saw the strange look on his face, "I'm okay." She then noticed how close she was to Jake, in which surprisingly aroused her. Looking at him move closer brought something inside of her to a boil. Some kind of abnormal hunger was approaching and she did not know what to do. "Umm . . . Jake . . . I need to go." It was the only thing she could think of to break the tension, which she knew she would later regret.
"Hey, you can't drive home in your condition. Here, let me take you home . . ." He looked down at his watch. "I'm going to be on a break in five minutes."
"No, Jake. I'm fine . . . don't worry . . ." Vicky caught herself before she fell once more. She felt Jake's comforting arms wrap around her waist as he motioned for her to lie back down. His eyes were full of concern, as well as I told you so statements. "Okay, if it isn't too much trouble . . . could you take me home?"
Jake gave her a victory smile and soon helped her up to her feet.
Author's Note: Yep, it's been awhile. And OMG, it's that dreadful time again. Yep, you guessed it . . . SEASON FINALE! I need to gather up thoughts for fanfic ideas, and you fellow fanfic writers better get busy because I need some Witchblade Nutrition during off-season! LOL!
Please, remember to give feedback! Feedback is like water to flowers, so feed those writers!
Anyways, enough about me . . .
Chapter 2 - The Beginning
"Wh . . . what?" Vicky Po found herself lying on the floor of the forensics lab. The sun was shining through the small windows that were across the room from her. As she could see, no one else was there. The room was silent, and unusually damp.
"What's up, Master Woo?"
"Sara?" Vicky lifted herself from the floor. "I could have sworn . . ." She shook her head to make sure she wasn't dreaming, she even went as far as pinching herself. "I heard Sara . . . I . . . I know I did."
"Pez, did you get the last e-mail on the police station's dress code? I'm assuming you didn't"
Vicky heard Jake laughing after Danny made quite a good come back. She could hear all of them as if they were right there in the room with her. The room was still empty; no one was there except for her. "You're losing it, Vick." Staying in the room was no longer an option; she had to get out of there. With rapid speed she found herself outside of Sara's, Danny's, and Jake's office. People looked at her strangely. Men were giving her lustful looks, while women gave her worried ones. "What is going on?"
"Yo, Rookie, go get yourself some doughnuts and become a real cop."
Jake began to walk over to the door to go and buy some doughnuts for Sara. It's amazing how she eats so much junk and yet stays in that great of shape. While he opened the door, he saw a familiar figure in the shadow of a corner. "Vick?"
She looked up at Jake, who was dressed in a nice suit and wearing glasses, unlike his usual flannel shirt and jeans. Though the look was different, she had to admit that he was pleasing to the eyes. "Jake . . . why are . . . you dressed?"
As Vicky fell to the floor, Jake rushed to her side. "Vick? Vick?" He tried shaking her into conscious, the task failed. He could only think of one thing to do, "Sara!!!"
Sara took off over to Jake as soon as she heard him call out for her, "What is it, Rookie?" Her breathing stopped as she saw her friend lying on the floor. "What happened?"
"She was standing here, barely uttering out words and all of a sudden she collapsed." Jake remembered the night before, "She's wearing the same clothes that she wore last night."
"She must have worked all night, then." Sara moved to lift her friend up, Jake immediately chimed in. "Let's move her into the lab."
***
"Wh . . . what?" Vicky rose from the hard bed that was underneath her. Her eyes flickered as they adjusted to the bright lights. As they began to calm, she saw Jake sitting beside her in a chair. He looked as if he was asleep, but was undetectable. His head was slightly bent down, and a magazine rested in his hands. "Jake . . ." Vicky reached her fingers out to touch him.
"Vick?" He startled at her cold touch. It felt different from last night's. The moment when she touched him for the first time was forever locked away in his mind. It was warm, caring, and different somehow from other caresses he received in his early years. This time, though, the tips of her fingers were cold, lifeless almost. "Are you all right?"
"I . . . umm . . . yeah . . ." She struggled with her thoughts for a second, "What happened."
"You passed out earlier this morning. You've been asleep for almost six hours." Jake slid his right hand down her left arm, while he used his other to check her forehead. He could feel his body tense as he drew himself closer to her, causing him to blush at the thought. "Well, you don't have a fever or anything. In fact, you're really cold."
Vicky saw the strange look on his face, "I'm okay." She then noticed how close she was to Jake, in which surprisingly aroused her. Looking at him move closer brought something inside of her to a boil. Some kind of abnormal hunger was approaching and she did not know what to do. "Umm . . . Jake . . . I need to go." It was the only thing she could think of to break the tension, which she knew she would later regret.
"Hey, you can't drive home in your condition. Here, let me take you home . . ." He looked down at his watch. "I'm going to be on a break in five minutes."
"No, Jake. I'm fine . . . don't worry . . ." Vicky caught herself before she fell once more. She felt Jake's comforting arms wrap around her waist as he motioned for her to lie back down. His eyes were full of concern, as well as I told you so statements. "Okay, if it isn't too much trouble . . . could you take me home?"
Jake gave her a victory smile and soon helped her up to her feet.
Author's Note: Yep, it's been awhile. And OMG, it's that dreadful time again. Yep, you guessed it . . . SEASON FINALE! I need to gather up thoughts for fanfic ideas, and you fellow fanfic writers better get busy because I need some Witchblade Nutrition during off-season! LOL!
Please, remember to give feedback! Feedback is like water to flowers, so feed those writers!