Rosalind
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To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no money, no sue, please? AN: This is where things get weird and probably confusing. This is more like a collection of scenes from various episodes that make up the part of the story that's important to me. So imagine them stuck in various places in various episodes that are "really" about other things. It might make more sense that way. Hope you enjoy!
A phone message
"Listen, uh, I know you're supposed to be coming over tomorrow, and I still want you to come, but I've.....I've got someone else here, so.....it's, well. If you don't want to come, just give me a call. Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye"
John opened the door.
"Hey" Allison stepped past him. She was dressed casually in a jean skirt and black blouse, blonde hair around her shoulders, slender feet incased in strappy heels. She turned when he closed the door, slapped an enthusiastic kiss on his lips. He was tempted to lean farther into it. He resisted, pulled away.
"Something smells good. Spagetti?" she asked, throwing her purse on the chair.
"Yeah." John answered, checking on his noodles that were almost done.
"So, I got your message. Who's here, a friend or something?"
"Uncle John!" Rosalind came running out of his room where she was to be changing out of the jeans and t-shirt she'd gotten all muddy at school into her jumper, "I can't reach it!" John glanced at Allison, turned his sauce off and went to help Rosalind with her zipper. He brushed her long hair out of her face and turned her around to face Allison who was standing, wonderment on her face, by the couch.
"Allison, this is Rosalind. Rosalind, this is my friend Allison. She's going to have dinner with us tonight." As soon as he'd said it, he could feel Rosalind change. She got all quiet and shy again, the tiniest smile possible curling her lips as her arm curled around his thigh. Allison blinked a couple of times and then smiled down at her.
"Uh, hi. It's nice to meet you" she said. John sighed. It was obvious Allison was more than a little surprised. He left Rosalind standing in the middle of the room and went to strain the spagetti noodles.
"Dinner's ready, Rosalind, go wash your hands"
"I can't reach" she reminded him quietly. He needed to get some stools or something. Right now, though, he was trying to strain their dinner without burning the roles in the oven.
"Uh, Allison, would you mind?" he asked.
"Oh, sure" she said and followed Rosalind into the bathroom. He had dinner on the table when they came back in, the hem of Allison's blouse looking a little wet. They started their meal quietly, and John had the bad feeling that it was going to continue being quiet.
"Uncle John, can I have some juice?" Rosalind asked.
"Yeah" he answered and got up to pour her some.
"Here, uh, why don't you let me cut that for you" Allison offered, taking Rosalind's plate and cutting the noodles into more negotiable sizes.
"So, Rosalind, huh? That's a pretty name"
"Rosalind Isabella Rodriguez" the little girl told her shyly.
"Oh, that is pretty. How long have you been staying with your Uncle John, Rosalind?" Allison glanced at John as he handed the half-full cup of apple juice to his "neice". Rosalind didn't answer.
"Since Tuesday, right Ros?" he answered for her, "She's staying with me until her Dad gets out of the hospital"
"And her father is?" Allison asked, knowing he didn't have any brothers himself. Besides which, there was absolutely no familial resemblence between the little girl and the Detective.
"Tony Rodriguez" Rosalind told her.
"My Lieutenant" John added.
"Oh, I see" Allison nodded and put another bite of spagetti in her mouth. She seemed to have relaxed a bit, but dinner was still quiet and uncomfortable, with Rosalind unwilling to contribute more than a word or two. John knew that if only she were a little more animate Allison would love her. She really was a cute kid, funny too, when there wasn't anyone else around.
"Where do you go to school?" Allison asked.
"With Theo" Ros replied, looking directly into her spagetti.
"Who's Theo?" Allison inquired.
"My partner's son" John explained. The whole night went like that, until it was time to put Rosalind to bed. They had watched some TV for a while, Ros on his lap, uncomfortably all squeezed on the love-seat sized couch. John decided to forgo the bath. When the latest episode of Winnie the Pooh was over, and Ros had succeeded in getting popcorn all over the floor, he announced it was time to go to bed. She seemed reluctant.
"Come on, you can sleep in my bed tonight" he told her.
"Yay!" she squeeled and scurried off to his room, where they'd unpacked her suitcase and box into a couple drawers he'd managed to empty for her use. Allison stayed seated on the couch. Her idea of fun on a friday night was quickly being changed.
"I'll....be right back" John said and went back to tuck Rosalind in.
AN: That's where that particular scene ends. You see now how not all of these chapters will make sense? Hey, blame Inspiration.....
To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no money, no sue, please? AN: This is where things get weird and probably confusing. This is more like a collection of scenes from various episodes that make up the part of the story that's important to me. So imagine them stuck in various places in various episodes that are "really" about other things. It might make more sense that way. Hope you enjoy!
A phone message
"Listen, uh, I know you're supposed to be coming over tomorrow, and I still want you to come, but I've.....I've got someone else here, so.....it's, well. If you don't want to come, just give me a call. Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye"
John opened the door.
"Hey" Allison stepped past him. She was dressed casually in a jean skirt and black blouse, blonde hair around her shoulders, slender feet incased in strappy heels. She turned when he closed the door, slapped an enthusiastic kiss on his lips. He was tempted to lean farther into it. He resisted, pulled away.
"Something smells good. Spagetti?" she asked, throwing her purse on the chair.
"Yeah." John answered, checking on his noodles that were almost done.
"So, I got your message. Who's here, a friend or something?"
"Uncle John!" Rosalind came running out of his room where she was to be changing out of the jeans and t-shirt she'd gotten all muddy at school into her jumper, "I can't reach it!" John glanced at Allison, turned his sauce off and went to help Rosalind with her zipper. He brushed her long hair out of her face and turned her around to face Allison who was standing, wonderment on her face, by the couch.
"Allison, this is Rosalind. Rosalind, this is my friend Allison. She's going to have dinner with us tonight." As soon as he'd said it, he could feel Rosalind change. She got all quiet and shy again, the tiniest smile possible curling her lips as her arm curled around his thigh. Allison blinked a couple of times and then smiled down at her.
"Uh, hi. It's nice to meet you" she said. John sighed. It was obvious Allison was more than a little surprised. He left Rosalind standing in the middle of the room and went to strain the spagetti noodles.
"Dinner's ready, Rosalind, go wash your hands"
"I can't reach" she reminded him quietly. He needed to get some stools or something. Right now, though, he was trying to strain their dinner without burning the roles in the oven.
"Uh, Allison, would you mind?" he asked.
"Oh, sure" she said and followed Rosalind into the bathroom. He had dinner on the table when they came back in, the hem of Allison's blouse looking a little wet. They started their meal quietly, and John had the bad feeling that it was going to continue being quiet.
"Uncle John, can I have some juice?" Rosalind asked.
"Yeah" he answered and got up to pour her some.
"Here, uh, why don't you let me cut that for you" Allison offered, taking Rosalind's plate and cutting the noodles into more negotiable sizes.
"So, Rosalind, huh? That's a pretty name"
"Rosalind Isabella Rodriguez" the little girl told her shyly.
"Oh, that is pretty. How long have you been staying with your Uncle John, Rosalind?" Allison glanced at John as he handed the half-full cup of apple juice to his "neice". Rosalind didn't answer.
"Since Tuesday, right Ros?" he answered for her, "She's staying with me until her Dad gets out of the hospital"
"And her father is?" Allison asked, knowing he didn't have any brothers himself. Besides which, there was absolutely no familial resemblence between the little girl and the Detective.
"Tony Rodriguez" Rosalind told her.
"My Lieutenant" John added.
"Oh, I see" Allison nodded and put another bite of spagetti in her mouth. She seemed to have relaxed a bit, but dinner was still quiet and uncomfortable, with Rosalind unwilling to contribute more than a word or two. John knew that if only she were a little more animate Allison would love her. She really was a cute kid, funny too, when there wasn't anyone else around.
"Where do you go to school?" Allison asked.
"With Theo" Ros replied, looking directly into her spagetti.
"Who's Theo?" Allison inquired.
"My partner's son" John explained. The whole night went like that, until it was time to put Rosalind to bed. They had watched some TV for a while, Ros on his lap, uncomfortably all squeezed on the love-seat sized couch. John decided to forgo the bath. When the latest episode of Winnie the Pooh was over, and Ros had succeeded in getting popcorn all over the floor, he announced it was time to go to bed. She seemed reluctant.
"Come on, you can sleep in my bed tonight" he told her.
"Yay!" she squeeled and scurried off to his room, where they'd unpacked her suitcase and box into a couple drawers he'd managed to empty for her use. Allison stayed seated on the couch. Her idea of fun on a friday night was quickly being changed.
"I'll....be right back" John said and went back to tuck Rosalind in.
AN: That's where that particular scene ends. You see now how not all of these chapters will make sense? Hey, blame Inspiration.....