A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm on spring break now so I should be
getting more up. I've decided I'm going to put thoughts between these-
[and]. For exaple, if someone though, "What a moron" you would see [What a
moron.]
Disclamer: You know the drill. I don't own them(except Joann Morris and John Perkins), blah blah, don't sue, I'm only 14, I'm poor, it won't get you anything. Enjoy!
Nick entered the hospital room, barely being able to open the door. He spilled his load onto the foot of Jo's bed, covering her toes.
"Ow! You know, you seem to think I'm not as tall as I actually am. You just dropped," She picked up the book that was laying on her poor pinkie, "'Advanced Psychology' on my toes. I'll have you know that this book has 600 pages."
He laughed at the mild scolding from his friend. "Well, I was going to give you this pint of Ben & Jerry's, but since you had to go and chew me out like that... I think I might just eat it myself." He said, holding the ice cream away and watching her face droop.
"You wouldn't." She said, disbelieving. He just smiled wide. Jo paused for a moment before leaping onto him, pulling out her IV in the process. She didn't notice, though. Of course Nick didn't, he was just a little preoccupied with the 18 year old trying to wrestle him for a pint of ice cream. They both knew she wasn't getting it unless he wanted her too, but it relieved a lot of stress for both of them. They only stopped when Jo's doctor, Dr. Terry, walked in.
"What the-JO! You've pulled out you IV!" She exclaimed, rushing over to the two people. Nick was in a head lock, Jo practically falling off of him reaching for the pint. Their laughing and movement stopped dead.
"Uh...sorry," they both apologized. Jo settled back on her place on the bed, Nick back into a chair. He still had the Ben & Jerry's, and as Dr. Terry gave motherly scowels as she put in Jo's IV, Nick waved it tauntingly infront of his god daughter.
"Well, at least you're feeling better. With what I've seen today, I think you can be released as soon as you finish this dose of medication. Which will probably be early tonight."
"Seriously? Already? Great. Sorry Nick, I guess you'll have to carry all this stuff back again." She said, giving him a sly smile. The doctor hrumphed and walked out. Nick tossed her the ice cream. She grabbed a spoon from the bedside table thing and dug in.
"So, what exactly is all this stuff?" She asked as ice cream was shoveled in at an amazing speed.
"Well, you've got exams in 2 weeks, correct?" She nodded. "So I got your books. I also got clothes, food(as you can tell) and-" He was interrupted by her thrusting a hand to her forehead and crying out, 'BRAINFREEZE!! Ow, Ow, Ow...'
He continued, saying "It'll be gone in a few seconds. That's what you get." She shot an ice glare at him. "AS I was saying, I also got you your CD player. And some jams." She winced at his words.
"No Nick! Did you just say 'Jams'?" She sighed. "I hate to say it, but I'll have to officially declare you an old fogie now." He just smiled and threw CDs at her. "Wait. These aren't-Oh my god! The New AFI!! AAA! I love you Nick!" She exclaimed, holding her new CD to her chest. She reached to hug him, but feeling the pull on her arm, she sat back down. He moved instead.
"I asked Greg what you young folk like these days," He said, excentuating his Texas accent and making Jo smirk, "And he said this was all the rage at those rock discos." She laughed, and playfully hit him on the arm.
"Thanks Nick. Seriously. And, uh, tell Greg I said thanks, too. You probably would've gotten me Britney Spears if it had been up to you." She giggled, and he just shook his head. His phone rang, and to Jo's surprise, it rang to the melody of Eminem's 'Lose Yourself'.
"I'm not THAT old." He said, seeing the amazed look on her face. He saw the display and said, "You can thank Greg yourself. Hey Greggo," He said into the phone. "I've got someone who wants to talk to you." He handed the cell to a horrified Jo. She shakily took the phone and held it to her ear.
"Hello? Nick are you playing some kind of joke on me?"Greg asked to the silence.
"Uh...no. This is Jo." She answered, her voice slightly higher than it normally was. She had ever told Nick, or anyone else for that matter, but ever since he had shown her a picture of Greg, she had had a crush on him. "I, um, just wanted to, uh, thank you for, um, telling Nick to get the, uh, AFL. I mean AFI." She said, slapping herself. [Moron! AFL? What's wrong with you, Jo?]
"Hey, no problem. He probably would've gotten you Britney Spears if it had been up to him. So, you like AFI?" he asked, liking her already. [Wait, what? She's 18 years old, Greg! What are you thinking?]
"Yeah, I do. Sing the Sorrow was awesome. Is that Disturbed?" She replied, commenting on the backround music.
"Yeah, it is. I like their old stuff better than new. You know, kinda gets me in the mood." He gaped as he realized what he had just said. "The mood to rock, you know what I mean?" He tried to cover, hearing her light giggle. [Dammit, Nick is going to kill me if he ever finds out I said that.]
Jo saw Nick making the universal let's-hurry-it-up sign. "Listen, Greg? I gotta go. Nick wants to talk to you. It was nice talking to you."
"Yeah, you too. Hey Nick." He said as Nick took control again. I have to tell you something."
"Well, I figured, you did call me. What's up?"
"You might want to sit down. Jo's graphic arts teacher is a convicted felon. Two counts of aggravated assault. Sorry dude." He said, once more hearing silence. "And, um, strand of his hair were found at the crime scene. The one where the parents were found."
Nick collapsed onto the chair upon hearing the news. Jo looked at him worriedly as he said, "Thanks, Greggo. See you at the lab." He hung up. "There is a suspect."
"Really? Who?" She asked eagerly.
"Uh, I don't think you need to know right now. Don't argue with me on this, Jo." He saw the look of protest spreading. "You should get studying. Don't want to fail your finals, now do we?"
Disclamer: You know the drill. I don't own them(except Joann Morris and John Perkins), blah blah, don't sue, I'm only 14, I'm poor, it won't get you anything. Enjoy!
Nick entered the hospital room, barely being able to open the door. He spilled his load onto the foot of Jo's bed, covering her toes.
"Ow! You know, you seem to think I'm not as tall as I actually am. You just dropped," She picked up the book that was laying on her poor pinkie, "'Advanced Psychology' on my toes. I'll have you know that this book has 600 pages."
He laughed at the mild scolding from his friend. "Well, I was going to give you this pint of Ben & Jerry's, but since you had to go and chew me out like that... I think I might just eat it myself." He said, holding the ice cream away and watching her face droop.
"You wouldn't." She said, disbelieving. He just smiled wide. Jo paused for a moment before leaping onto him, pulling out her IV in the process. She didn't notice, though. Of course Nick didn't, he was just a little preoccupied with the 18 year old trying to wrestle him for a pint of ice cream. They both knew she wasn't getting it unless he wanted her too, but it relieved a lot of stress for both of them. They only stopped when Jo's doctor, Dr. Terry, walked in.
"What the-JO! You've pulled out you IV!" She exclaimed, rushing over to the two people. Nick was in a head lock, Jo practically falling off of him reaching for the pint. Their laughing and movement stopped dead.
"Uh...sorry," they both apologized. Jo settled back on her place on the bed, Nick back into a chair. He still had the Ben & Jerry's, and as Dr. Terry gave motherly scowels as she put in Jo's IV, Nick waved it tauntingly infront of his god daughter.
"Well, at least you're feeling better. With what I've seen today, I think you can be released as soon as you finish this dose of medication. Which will probably be early tonight."
"Seriously? Already? Great. Sorry Nick, I guess you'll have to carry all this stuff back again." She said, giving him a sly smile. The doctor hrumphed and walked out. Nick tossed her the ice cream. She grabbed a spoon from the bedside table thing and dug in.
"So, what exactly is all this stuff?" She asked as ice cream was shoveled in at an amazing speed.
"Well, you've got exams in 2 weeks, correct?" She nodded. "So I got your books. I also got clothes, food(as you can tell) and-" He was interrupted by her thrusting a hand to her forehead and crying out, 'BRAINFREEZE!! Ow, Ow, Ow...'
He continued, saying "It'll be gone in a few seconds. That's what you get." She shot an ice glare at him. "AS I was saying, I also got you your CD player. And some jams." She winced at his words.
"No Nick! Did you just say 'Jams'?" She sighed. "I hate to say it, but I'll have to officially declare you an old fogie now." He just smiled and threw CDs at her. "Wait. These aren't-Oh my god! The New AFI!! AAA! I love you Nick!" She exclaimed, holding her new CD to her chest. She reached to hug him, but feeling the pull on her arm, she sat back down. He moved instead.
"I asked Greg what you young folk like these days," He said, excentuating his Texas accent and making Jo smirk, "And he said this was all the rage at those rock discos." She laughed, and playfully hit him on the arm.
"Thanks Nick. Seriously. And, uh, tell Greg I said thanks, too. You probably would've gotten me Britney Spears if it had been up to you." She giggled, and he just shook his head. His phone rang, and to Jo's surprise, it rang to the melody of Eminem's 'Lose Yourself'.
"I'm not THAT old." He said, seeing the amazed look on her face. He saw the display and said, "You can thank Greg yourself. Hey Greggo," He said into the phone. "I've got someone who wants to talk to you." He handed the cell to a horrified Jo. She shakily took the phone and held it to her ear.
"Hello? Nick are you playing some kind of joke on me?"Greg asked to the silence.
"Uh...no. This is Jo." She answered, her voice slightly higher than it normally was. She had ever told Nick, or anyone else for that matter, but ever since he had shown her a picture of Greg, she had had a crush on him. "I, um, just wanted to, uh, thank you for, um, telling Nick to get the, uh, AFL. I mean AFI." She said, slapping herself. [Moron! AFL? What's wrong with you, Jo?]
"Hey, no problem. He probably would've gotten you Britney Spears if it had been up to him. So, you like AFI?" he asked, liking her already. [Wait, what? She's 18 years old, Greg! What are you thinking?]
"Yeah, I do. Sing the Sorrow was awesome. Is that Disturbed?" She replied, commenting on the backround music.
"Yeah, it is. I like their old stuff better than new. You know, kinda gets me in the mood." He gaped as he realized what he had just said. "The mood to rock, you know what I mean?" He tried to cover, hearing her light giggle. [Dammit, Nick is going to kill me if he ever finds out I said that.]
Jo saw Nick making the universal let's-hurry-it-up sign. "Listen, Greg? I gotta go. Nick wants to talk to you. It was nice talking to you."
"Yeah, you too. Hey Nick." He said as Nick took control again. I have to tell you something."
"Well, I figured, you did call me. What's up?"
"You might want to sit down. Jo's graphic arts teacher is a convicted felon. Two counts of aggravated assault. Sorry dude." He said, once more hearing silence. "And, um, strand of his hair were found at the crime scene. The one where the parents were found."
Nick collapsed onto the chair upon hearing the news. Jo looked at him worriedly as he said, "Thanks, Greggo. See you at the lab." He hung up. "There is a suspect."
"Really? Who?" She asked eagerly.
"Uh, I don't think you need to know right now. Don't argue with me on this, Jo." He saw the look of protest spreading. "You should get studying. Don't want to fail your finals, now do we?"