A/N: Yet again, thanks for the reviews. I wrote ch.10 at 11:30 last night,
and posted it at 12:30, so I'm so happy I got 2 reviews so quickly! And a
note to theparaniodone- Thanks, I like to write a lot. 2 of my grandparents
are published writers, so I guess that's where I get it from. This story
should be finishing up soon, in the next few chapters, but I promise there
will be more, with Jo in it.
Disclaimer: 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 and so are my parents, it won't get you anything.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sara raised her eyebrow. "You want to be a criminalist?" She took another sip of her coffee. Jo nodded.
"I wonder where you got that crazy idea," Catherine commented, giving Nick a well-deserved suspicious look.
"Hey, I didn't try and convince her to do this. Hell, I even tried to get her not too. I knew she would be 18 or so when she started, and I think that's a little bit early to start having to deal with criminals and dead bodies. But she wouldn't listen."
Jo gave a mischievous smile and said, "Yeah, you tried. Good for me I'm so stubborn or else you might have wrongfully imprisoned that guy." Gil gave a questioning look toward Catherine and Nick.
"Well, I'm not so sure about that, but we are glad that you helped us." Catherine defended. Greg walked through the door and moved toward the coffee maker.
"You know, I could've sworn the shift was over. What topic is so important that you guys don't want to go home?" He gave a quick look around the room. He hated being left out of things.
"Just discussing Jo's future career choice. She wants to be a criminalist." Sara answered for the group. Greg's eyes grew wide.
[I am really, really getting tired of this.] Jo thought as her face grew hot. "You, you want to be a criminalist?" Greg looked at the girl in awe. He felt his affection for her growing until he saw Nick. He threw Greg a dirty look as he noticed his behavior.
Jo nodded. "Well, I think I'm just about ready to go. I'll see you all around. Tell Lindsay I said bye, Cath." Jo stood up gathering her books. She ran out of the break room and out to Nick's Tahoe, her hand on her forehead. She had never been so embarrased in her life.
Nick had followed her out, Greg right behind him. "Jo? Are you alright?" Nick asked as he found her leaning against the door of his car.
"Yeah, I guess. It just all of a sudden got hot in there." She said. Jo looked up and saw Greg. Her eyes grew wide staring at his brown eyes. "Sorry I bailed on you guys like that. I'm glad you let me come tonight."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Greg repeated Nick's question, a look of concern on his face.
Jo nodded and climbed into the car. She slid over to the passenger side and rested her head against the back of the seat. Nick went back to clock out then came back and they drove home.
Back in the break room, Warrick began. "You know, Griss, she'll probably ask for a job here."
"Well, I'm not doing anything until she does." He replied.
"You're going to give an 18 year old a job here? Are you serious?" Sara asked, not believing what Gil had said. She had a strong look of apprehension on her face.
"I didn't say that. I'll probably consider it, though. She seems to be very smart." Sara gave a grunt and left the room after saying her goodbyes. Catherine picked up Lindsay and took her out. Warrick and Gil left a minute later.
Back in the car, Jo sighed and looked out the window. "Nick?"
"What's up, Jo?" he asked, turning his head from the road.
"Do you think Gil might give me a job?" she returned, picking at her fingernails again. Nick sat for a moment, contemplating the thought. [Jo, working at the lab. With me, and Sara, and Warrick, and Catherine, and Gil, and] he gulped, [Greg.] He wasn't sure if it would be great or disastrous.
"I think you should talk to him about it. But I want you to know, he may not give it to you. He can be a hard-ass sometimes."
She nodded and went back to her thoughts. Nick pulled into the lot and they got out. Still absorbed with her thoughts, she barely remembered that her seat belt was still buckled as she tried to exit the car. Before her godfather saw, Jo unbuckled and got out. They entered the house and Nick started to get out cereal and bowls. "Frosted Flakes good?" he asked, poking his head out of the kitchen. She nodded and sat at the table.
As they ate their breakfasts, Jo contiued thinking. [First, wait until exams are done. There is no point in trying to get a job when you can't even come because you have to study.] She was brought way from her little world by Nick.
"Jo! You haven't touched you cereal. It's getting soggy. Are you sure you're alright?" He had a genuine look of concern on his face.
"I'm fine. Just tired, I guess." She sighed and began on her mushy bowl of Frosted Flakes. [Then you have to make sure you've got good points for him. You've never worked a job before, so you have to make sure you prove that you can do this.] she told herself, planning her plea for a job carefully.
Nothing was going to keep her from what she wanted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you liked it! I know it's kind of short, but hey, it's my story, so don't complain! I'll try and finish it up soon. Please, r&r!
Disclaimer: 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 and so are my parents, it won't get you anything.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sara raised her eyebrow. "You want to be a criminalist?" She took another sip of her coffee. Jo nodded.
"I wonder where you got that crazy idea," Catherine commented, giving Nick a well-deserved suspicious look.
"Hey, I didn't try and convince her to do this. Hell, I even tried to get her not too. I knew she would be 18 or so when she started, and I think that's a little bit early to start having to deal with criminals and dead bodies. But she wouldn't listen."
Jo gave a mischievous smile and said, "Yeah, you tried. Good for me I'm so stubborn or else you might have wrongfully imprisoned that guy." Gil gave a questioning look toward Catherine and Nick.
"Well, I'm not so sure about that, but we are glad that you helped us." Catherine defended. Greg walked through the door and moved toward the coffee maker.
"You know, I could've sworn the shift was over. What topic is so important that you guys don't want to go home?" He gave a quick look around the room. He hated being left out of things.
"Just discussing Jo's future career choice. She wants to be a criminalist." Sara answered for the group. Greg's eyes grew wide.
[I am really, really getting tired of this.] Jo thought as her face grew hot. "You, you want to be a criminalist?" Greg looked at the girl in awe. He felt his affection for her growing until he saw Nick. He threw Greg a dirty look as he noticed his behavior.
Jo nodded. "Well, I think I'm just about ready to go. I'll see you all around. Tell Lindsay I said bye, Cath." Jo stood up gathering her books. She ran out of the break room and out to Nick's Tahoe, her hand on her forehead. She had never been so embarrased in her life.
Nick had followed her out, Greg right behind him. "Jo? Are you alright?" Nick asked as he found her leaning against the door of his car.
"Yeah, I guess. It just all of a sudden got hot in there." She said. Jo looked up and saw Greg. Her eyes grew wide staring at his brown eyes. "Sorry I bailed on you guys like that. I'm glad you let me come tonight."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Greg repeated Nick's question, a look of concern on his face.
Jo nodded and climbed into the car. She slid over to the passenger side and rested her head against the back of the seat. Nick went back to clock out then came back and they drove home.
Back in the break room, Warrick began. "You know, Griss, she'll probably ask for a job here."
"Well, I'm not doing anything until she does." He replied.
"You're going to give an 18 year old a job here? Are you serious?" Sara asked, not believing what Gil had said. She had a strong look of apprehension on her face.
"I didn't say that. I'll probably consider it, though. She seems to be very smart." Sara gave a grunt and left the room after saying her goodbyes. Catherine picked up Lindsay and took her out. Warrick and Gil left a minute later.
Back in the car, Jo sighed and looked out the window. "Nick?"
"What's up, Jo?" he asked, turning his head from the road.
"Do you think Gil might give me a job?" she returned, picking at her fingernails again. Nick sat for a moment, contemplating the thought. [Jo, working at the lab. With me, and Sara, and Warrick, and Catherine, and Gil, and] he gulped, [Greg.] He wasn't sure if it would be great or disastrous.
"I think you should talk to him about it. But I want you to know, he may not give it to you. He can be a hard-ass sometimes."
She nodded and went back to her thoughts. Nick pulled into the lot and they got out. Still absorbed with her thoughts, she barely remembered that her seat belt was still buckled as she tried to exit the car. Before her godfather saw, Jo unbuckled and got out. They entered the house and Nick started to get out cereal and bowls. "Frosted Flakes good?" he asked, poking his head out of the kitchen. She nodded and sat at the table.
As they ate their breakfasts, Jo contiued thinking. [First, wait until exams are done. There is no point in trying to get a job when you can't even come because you have to study.] She was brought way from her little world by Nick.
"Jo! You haven't touched you cereal. It's getting soggy. Are you sure you're alright?" He had a genuine look of concern on his face.
"I'm fine. Just tired, I guess." She sighed and began on her mushy bowl of Frosted Flakes. [Then you have to make sure you've got good points for him. You've never worked a job before, so you have to make sure you prove that you can do this.] she told herself, planning her plea for a job carefully.
Nothing was going to keep her from what she wanted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you liked it! I know it's kind of short, but hey, it's my story, so don't complain! I'll try and finish it up soon. Please, r&r!