A/N: *sniff* No new reviews since the last chappy was posted. Do you not
love me anymore? It's almost done...but not to worry; after I finish this
story, there will be more with Jo. :-)
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Dammit," Jo said as she stepped out of the shower, her hair soaking wet. The doorbell had rung; Nick wasn't home, so she was forced to get out before she had wanted to. So what if she was already clean, it felt nice to let the hot water run over you. It was soothing. But alas, she had to grab a towel and run for the door.
Jo ran to the door. She figured it wasn't Nick, considering he had a key. She looked through the peephole and saw the top of Greg's head, shaped into a psuedo-mohawk with lots of gel. He was bending down, looking at his shoe.
"C'mon Nick, let me in. I'm right on time, 7:30. I've been standing out here for 5 minutes." He yelled at the door, knocking again.
Jo looked down at her toweled self. [You can't leave him out there. It's cold tonight.] She sighed and opened the door.
"Thank --" Greg was cut off when he saw the young woman standing, soaking wet, in nothing but a towel. His mouth gaped at her blue hair, covering her left shoulder, her other one completely exposed.
"Hey Greg. You, uh, kinda caught me in the shower. Nick's not here - went to the store - but he'll be back in a minute. Come in." Jo stepped back, already feeling herself turn red. She stepped back and let the still speechless Greg inside. She whipped around and quickly ran toward the bedroom.
As she walked quickly away, Greg noticed the still-healing wound on her back. He winced at the stitches, and couldn't imagine the pain of having a pointed object thrust through his flesh. [Ouch.]
Jo changed quickly, then stopped as she dressed her stitches. She could only reach the ones in the front, and had been having Nick do the ones on her back. He might not be home for another 15 minutes. "The gods of fate must be laughing their heads off," she said to herself.
Greg had been sitting on the couch. Well, actually, it was still a bed, since there was no real point to folding it again. He was trying to read some of the titles in Nick's collection of Playstation games when Jo came out, holding a box of gauze and medical tape.
"Uh, Greg? Do you, uh, think you could dress my stitches on my back? Normally Nick does them, but, you know, with him not being here that could be a problem." She held out the items in her hand.
"Uh, sure." He answered, shifting to the edge of the bed.
Jo smiled weakly and sat on the edge of the mattress, close to Greg. She handed him the tape and gauze and he took it. Slowly she pulled down the side of her t-shirt to expose her wound. Greg gulped as he pulled out a gauze pad.
A lock of Jo's hair fell and Greg held it back. [God, her hair is so soft.] He dressed the still healing cut and said, "Here ya go." She put her shirt back in place and turned around.
"Thanks." Their faces were about 5 inches from each other. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. They just kind of stared into each other's eyes for a minute until the sound of a car door slam brought them out of their trance. Jo got up and put away the medical things.
"Jo? Hey, can you help me with these?" Nick called from the doorway. "Hey Greg. Sorry I wasn't here when you came." Greg got up and moved towards the older man.
"S'ok, bud. Now, when is Warrick going to get here?" Greg said, slapping Nick lightly on the arm. He followed Nick into the kitchen and picked out an apple from one of the bags. He bit into it, the juice squirting into his mouth.
"Excuse me? Those are my apples." Nick grabbed it out of his hand. But before he could take a bite, Jo snatched it from him and quickly bit into it.
"Nick, that was so mean. You left me to get the rest of the groceries while you came and snacked on an apple," she said, holding up the apple, her mouth full of fruit.
Greg raised an eyebrow. "That was mine," he said, smiling. Jo's smirk quickly left her face. She held it out to him, offering it back.
"You can have it. I'll just get another one." He did just that. Before Nick could protest, the doorbell rang again. Greg sunk his teeth in and said, mouth chock-full of Red Delicious, "That'll be Warrick."
Nick sighed and got the door. Greg left the kitchen followed by Jo, both munching on their apples.
"Hey War," Jo said, swallowing her last bite.
"Hey kiddo. Share the wealth, man!" Warrick said, holding out his hand.
"I gotcha covered, dude!" Greg ran back into the kitchen and reappeared holding another apple, and tossed it to Warrick. He took a big bite as Nick said, "Dammit! You people are eating all my food!"
Jo just laughed and continues eating. "So, where are you guys going tonight? Gonna get yourselves hot dates? Or just try really hard and freak out a lot of women in the process?"
"Try? Nick Stokes does not need to try to get women. They just come near naturally." Nick said, putting back his old 'ladies-man' persona.
Greg and Jo shared a laugh, while Warrick scoffed. "Yeah, picture that."
"Just keep telling yourself that, maybe someday it'll come true." Greg commented, and then dodged at swing aimed at his head.
"Hey now! You almost hit me! Control yourself, man!" Jo said, grabbing her godfather's shoulders and shaking him.
They all laughed and said their good byes. The boys left and Jo had the house to herself again. She sighed at the emptiness and finished her apple. Then, getting dressed, Jo grabbed the keys to her car and left for the Crime Lab.
Today was the day, she decided. Do or die.
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Dammit," Jo said as she stepped out of the shower, her hair soaking wet. The doorbell had rung; Nick wasn't home, so she was forced to get out before she had wanted to. So what if she was already clean, it felt nice to let the hot water run over you. It was soothing. But alas, she had to grab a towel and run for the door.
Jo ran to the door. She figured it wasn't Nick, considering he had a key. She looked through the peephole and saw the top of Greg's head, shaped into a psuedo-mohawk with lots of gel. He was bending down, looking at his shoe.
"C'mon Nick, let me in. I'm right on time, 7:30. I've been standing out here for 5 minutes." He yelled at the door, knocking again.
Jo looked down at her toweled self. [You can't leave him out there. It's cold tonight.] She sighed and opened the door.
"Thank --" Greg was cut off when he saw the young woman standing, soaking wet, in nothing but a towel. His mouth gaped at her blue hair, covering her left shoulder, her other one completely exposed.
"Hey Greg. You, uh, kinda caught me in the shower. Nick's not here - went to the store - but he'll be back in a minute. Come in." Jo stepped back, already feeling herself turn red. She stepped back and let the still speechless Greg inside. She whipped around and quickly ran toward the bedroom.
As she walked quickly away, Greg noticed the still-healing wound on her back. He winced at the stitches, and couldn't imagine the pain of having a pointed object thrust through his flesh. [Ouch.]
Jo changed quickly, then stopped as she dressed her stitches. She could only reach the ones in the front, and had been having Nick do the ones on her back. He might not be home for another 15 minutes. "The gods of fate must be laughing their heads off," she said to herself.
Greg had been sitting on the couch. Well, actually, it was still a bed, since there was no real point to folding it again. He was trying to read some of the titles in Nick's collection of Playstation games when Jo came out, holding a box of gauze and medical tape.
"Uh, Greg? Do you, uh, think you could dress my stitches on my back? Normally Nick does them, but, you know, with him not being here that could be a problem." She held out the items in her hand.
"Uh, sure." He answered, shifting to the edge of the bed.
Jo smiled weakly and sat on the edge of the mattress, close to Greg. She handed him the tape and gauze and he took it. Slowly she pulled down the side of her t-shirt to expose her wound. Greg gulped as he pulled out a gauze pad.
A lock of Jo's hair fell and Greg held it back. [God, her hair is so soft.] He dressed the still healing cut and said, "Here ya go." She put her shirt back in place and turned around.
"Thanks." Their faces were about 5 inches from each other. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. They just kind of stared into each other's eyes for a minute until the sound of a car door slam brought them out of their trance. Jo got up and put away the medical things.
"Jo? Hey, can you help me with these?" Nick called from the doorway. "Hey Greg. Sorry I wasn't here when you came." Greg got up and moved towards the older man.
"S'ok, bud. Now, when is Warrick going to get here?" Greg said, slapping Nick lightly on the arm. He followed Nick into the kitchen and picked out an apple from one of the bags. He bit into it, the juice squirting into his mouth.
"Excuse me? Those are my apples." Nick grabbed it out of his hand. But before he could take a bite, Jo snatched it from him and quickly bit into it.
"Nick, that was so mean. You left me to get the rest of the groceries while you came and snacked on an apple," she said, holding up the apple, her mouth full of fruit.
Greg raised an eyebrow. "That was mine," he said, smiling. Jo's smirk quickly left her face. She held it out to him, offering it back.
"You can have it. I'll just get another one." He did just that. Before Nick could protest, the doorbell rang again. Greg sunk his teeth in and said, mouth chock-full of Red Delicious, "That'll be Warrick."
Nick sighed and got the door. Greg left the kitchen followed by Jo, both munching on their apples.
"Hey War," Jo said, swallowing her last bite.
"Hey kiddo. Share the wealth, man!" Warrick said, holding out his hand.
"I gotcha covered, dude!" Greg ran back into the kitchen and reappeared holding another apple, and tossed it to Warrick. He took a big bite as Nick said, "Dammit! You people are eating all my food!"
Jo just laughed and continues eating. "So, where are you guys going tonight? Gonna get yourselves hot dates? Or just try really hard and freak out a lot of women in the process?"
"Try? Nick Stokes does not need to try to get women. They just come near naturally." Nick said, putting back his old 'ladies-man' persona.
Greg and Jo shared a laugh, while Warrick scoffed. "Yeah, picture that."
"Just keep telling yourself that, maybe someday it'll come true." Greg commented, and then dodged at swing aimed at his head.
"Hey now! You almost hit me! Control yourself, man!" Jo said, grabbing her godfather's shoulders and shaking him.
They all laughed and said their good byes. The boys left and Jo had the house to herself again. She sighed at the emptiness and finished her apple. Then, getting dressed, Jo grabbed the keys to her car and left for the Crime Lab.
Today was the day, she decided. Do or die.