Rosalind
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To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no money, no sue, please? AN: Thanks for the response! Here's "Rosalind: Part Two; Grace"
"Hey, Andy, do you think maybe you and Connie could take Rosalind tonight, for a little while?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I, uh, I've got a date" John admitted. He said it quietly so no one else would hear. He felt like a teenager and he didn't know why.
"Nervous?" Andy asked, giving him a strange look. John rubbed his hand over his head. Was he nervous about going out with Grace? Yep, that's what it was. Damn!
"Ah, maybe a little" he said.
"Must really like this girl" Andy said but didn't make any more mention of it until later when John dropped Rosalind off at their apartment. Connie smiled as she opened the door, Theo standing just behind her.
"Hi, Rosalind" she said, "You wanna come in?" John pushed the girl in and followed her. He dropped her bag off on the couch along with her rag doll.
"Go on, go play with Theo" he instructed when she was reluctant to let go of his hand. She gave him a look as if to say "yeah, right".
"Ros, I'll be back a little later okay? Just have fun, play with Theo"
"Come on, Rosalind" Theo urged her. So finally she let go of John's hand and followed him off into his bedroom. John rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry" Connie said, "She'll be fine"
"Yeah. But will I?" John replied, "Uh, I put her pajamas in there, just in case you know. And her doll's here too"
"Hey, you look spiffy" Andy said, coming in from behind them. He carried a pizza and a bottle of Coke. Grace had objected to anything "fancy" saying she couldn't stand the food, so they were just going for a movie and then probably to Grey's Pupya, which was a walk, but they were the best hot dogs in the whole country. So he was dressed appropriately in jeans.
"Yeah" he replied, "Thanks, you guys, for watching her"
"No problem" Andy said, "Have a nice time"
"Yeah" John said and closed the door behind him. He drove back to his own neighborhood to pick Grace up. He had to buzz to get the door to open, then took the elevator up to the fifth floor. It was a nice elevator. He knocked on the door, number 514. Grace opened it, hopping on one foot while she slipped a shoe onto the other. She had left her hair down again, and it fell almost to her waist, even with the curls.
"Hey" she said and gave him a smile as she put her foot back on the floor. She was wearing a turquoise skirt that flared out just like the dress she'd worn the other day, and a white blouse that clung in all the right places, God help him.
"Hey" he replied, "Ready?"
"Yeah" she answered and closed the door behind herself. John took a deep breath and made his heart slow down. There was nothing to be worried about. It was just a woman.
But no. It wasn't just a woman. It was Grace O'Malley. Red haired, smiling, gets Rosalind to talk Grace.
"So, what do you want to see?" he asked as he opened the door for her.
"Oh, anything. I love the movies" she replied and flashed another of those smiles through the car window. As John walked back to his side of the car he had one thought in his head: This was going to be exquisitely painful.
To borrow a phrase: NYPD Blue no mine......no money, no sue, please? AN: Thanks for the response! Here's "Rosalind: Part Two; Grace"
"Hey, Andy, do you think maybe you and Connie could take Rosalind tonight, for a little while?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I, uh, I've got a date" John admitted. He said it quietly so no one else would hear. He felt like a teenager and he didn't know why.
"Nervous?" Andy asked, giving him a strange look. John rubbed his hand over his head. Was he nervous about going out with Grace? Yep, that's what it was. Damn!
"Ah, maybe a little" he said.
"Must really like this girl" Andy said but didn't make any more mention of it until later when John dropped Rosalind off at their apartment. Connie smiled as she opened the door, Theo standing just behind her.
"Hi, Rosalind" she said, "You wanna come in?" John pushed the girl in and followed her. He dropped her bag off on the couch along with her rag doll.
"Go on, go play with Theo" he instructed when she was reluctant to let go of his hand. She gave him a look as if to say "yeah, right".
"Ros, I'll be back a little later okay? Just have fun, play with Theo"
"Come on, Rosalind" Theo urged her. So finally she let go of John's hand and followed him off into his bedroom. John rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry" Connie said, "She'll be fine"
"Yeah. But will I?" John replied, "Uh, I put her pajamas in there, just in case you know. And her doll's here too"
"Hey, you look spiffy" Andy said, coming in from behind them. He carried a pizza and a bottle of Coke. Grace had objected to anything "fancy" saying she couldn't stand the food, so they were just going for a movie and then probably to Grey's Pupya, which was a walk, but they were the best hot dogs in the whole country. So he was dressed appropriately in jeans.
"Yeah" he replied, "Thanks, you guys, for watching her"
"No problem" Andy said, "Have a nice time"
"Yeah" John said and closed the door behind him. He drove back to his own neighborhood to pick Grace up. He had to buzz to get the door to open, then took the elevator up to the fifth floor. It was a nice elevator. He knocked on the door, number 514. Grace opened it, hopping on one foot while she slipped a shoe onto the other. She had left her hair down again, and it fell almost to her waist, even with the curls.
"Hey" she said and gave him a smile as she put her foot back on the floor. She was wearing a turquoise skirt that flared out just like the dress she'd worn the other day, and a white blouse that clung in all the right places, God help him.
"Hey" he replied, "Ready?"
"Yeah" she answered and closed the door behind herself. John took a deep breath and made his heart slow down. There was nothing to be worried about. It was just a woman.
But no. It wasn't just a woman. It was Grace O'Malley. Red haired, smiling, gets Rosalind to talk Grace.
"So, what do you want to see?" he asked as he opened the door for her.
"Oh, anything. I love the movies" she replied and flashed another of those smiles through the car window. As John walked back to his side of the car he had one thought in his head: This was going to be exquisitely painful.