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Author's Note: Maybe some of you noticed that I changed the genre to Humor/Romance. I figured I had to because I was having too much fun writing this for it to not be a humor. Jondy is great; I have to say that of course 'cause I'm pulling a lot of her antics straight from me. I was eating Maraschino cherries while I was writing this. Yummy. But they're all gone now. L ::very big pouty face:: I'm starting to think you guys actually like my work. ::sniffle:: that is so great.

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Comin' to Get You

Chapter 3: Push the red button

"Come on…"

"No!"

"Za-ane!"

"No."

"Ple-ease?"

"I said 'no!'"

"I wanna see what happens…" Jondy leaned on his arm, and made her eyes go round.

"I said 'no.'" He repeated, trying to make his face hard against the onslaught of her sad puppy dog eyes.

"I'm hearing impaired…I can't hear things I don't wanna." She perked up, her back straightening and she reached for the device, "look if you don't want to push it, let me!"

"Hell…no." He pulled away from her reaching hands and put away the device that he had just received off the last man that he was supposed to be hearing from and glared at Jondy. "No pushing buttons that we don't know what they're for."

"Didn't it come with a manual or something?"

"I don't think bombs usually come with instruction manuals."

"Sure they do, but they're usually short. Push this button and run…or throw." She laughed and popped a Maraschino cherry into her mouth.

He shook his head and stared at her, "I still don't know how you managed to find those things. I didn't even know they still sold them."

"If you're a pretty girl you can get anything…well almost anything," she rolled her eyes and bit down on the cherry, "but I'm still working on the jet pack." She lifted a hand and held her index finger and her thumb half an inch apart and mouthed 'this close.' She got a dreamy look as she stared off into the distance, no doubt picturing the great fun she could have flying around.

He shook his head and stifled a laugh. He could see why Zack had a tendency to smile so much when he was around her. Jondy had a way about her that screamed either 'love me' or 'send me to a mental hospital.' He watched her for a long time not realizing that his face had slipped into seriousness. She smiled up at him in confusion when she caught the look; she was starting to get uncomfortable. It was the smile, he concluded, it was wild and spoke of how much she understood the word freedom, and it was contagious. A sudden snapping of fingers dragged him from his revere. "What?"

"What is up wit' you, Z? You're goin' all spacey on me, you're not gonna do this when we go to Eyes, are you?" She leaned down to look him straight in the eye, her blue ones sparkling just a little, and he had to consider changing his opinion. It could be that the eyes were what had Zack smiling; they spoke more than her mouth did, which was saying a lot.

"Course not," he shrugged his shoulders and went back to packing his supplies. He didn't think they were going to need any explosives anytime soon but, when Jondy was involved, it was best to be prepared. He had been spacey all day, his mind wandering without warning and he could tell that Jondy was starting to worry. He contemplated telling her for a second that it was her fault but he doubted that she would appreciate taking the blame for his hormones.

Waking up in bed with her snuggled in close to his side had been a surprise and an experience he desperately wished to repeat…maybe with fewer clothes but he wasn't too picky. Watching her stir against him as those electric blue eyes, with impossibly thick black eyelashes, fluttered had taken his breath away. She had smiled up at him and taken a deep breath before sitting up and stretching. Seeing Sasha she had ruffled her fur and with a 'mornin' she had taken off into the kitchen to make breakfast. It had been a long time before Zane had been able to form a coherent enough thought to follow her.

"All right, I out." she stood waving at him and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" he called after her.

"To play with computers…"

"Now's not the time to play, Jond'…"

"So I can find out where Eyes lives, dufus." She finished without missing a beat. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head at him. "No faith."

"Can you blame me?" he asked with wide eyes.

"Yes!" She pointed a finger at him; "I can blame anything on you that I want." She started backing out of the room singing, "If you would only treat me right, I'd stay here by your side." She grinned and waved and then put a hand to her heart, "But I am down to my last cry, So I'm leaving you, good bye." With that she disappeared out the door. Her singing fading out slowly, "so long to all my pain. Good night to my heartache. Good bye, sorrow."

~*~

"Tres magnefic!" He heard Jondy's call throughout the apartment accompanied by the slamming of the door. He poked his head out of his room, where he had been lying on his bed reading.

"What's 'magnefic'?"

"What, you don't know bad French when you hear it?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. He narrowed his eyes at her and watched as a grin split her face. He wondered idly if she hadn't fried a couple brain cells since she escaped from Manticore. "Well, I found a trail of information that seemed to all connect perfectly with recent Eyes Only broadcasts…you'd think he would have been found and put out of business by now. Such a trail, it's pathetic." She was swaying towards Zane with a seductive smile, and bit her lip. "I feel cheap," she batted her eyelashes before changing her direction to the kitchen. "Do we have any of that left over Pizza?" she called.

"Yes, and don't change the subject!" answered dashing towards the kitchen to see Jondy with her head stuck in the refrigerator. "What did you find?"

She sighed and stood up with the box of pizza in her hands, she stuck her tongue out at the pizza in triumph. "I'm famished, a girl's got to eat. All that information gathering put a rumblin' in my tumblin.'"

"What did you find?" he repeated his jaw clenching.

She smiled sweetly, "let me warm this up first, do you want some?" She didn't bother to wait for a reply and slowly took out two plates.

"Jondy..." he started slowly. She coughed and gave him a hard look that shut him up quickly. Who was he trying to kid when he said he was the one in charge? He knew very well that Jondy had a way of taking charge and calling shots before anyone even realized what she was doing. So he crossed his arms leaned against he counter and watched her bounce happily to a song in her head as she fixed the pizza.

She sang softly to herself, not paying any attention to Zane. "Hey, boy, take a look at me, let me dirty up your mind. I'll strip away your heart from here, and see what I can find." She shook her hips in time with the beat in her own head before sending a grin in his direction. "The queerest of the queer. The strangest of the strange. The coldest of the cold. The lamest of the lame. The warmest of the tears." She danced up next to him and swung hip length hair over her shoulder and posed as she kept singing. "I hate to see you here, a joke behind the smile, a fate behind the fear." She was laughing at his confused expression. "You just know nothing about pre-pulse music, do you?"

"No. You were the one who had the collection," he waved his hands in the air and shook his head.

"Yes, the best collection ever and it's all blowed up now." She pouted sadly and looked at the floor. The beeping of the microwave seemed to perk her right up as she skipped over to it.

"Now, what did you find?"

"I haven't eaten yet!" she called shoving a plate in his hands and picked a piece pizza off of her own and walked with them into the living room, sending one backwards glance to see if he was following.

"You're impossible…" he started but took a bite of pizza without finishing the thought.

"Impossibly beautiful!" she laughed and sat down with a plop on the couch. When he entered the living room he found her playing with the empty Maraschino jar, making the left over red juice coat the side with a film of pink. It seemed to consume all of her attention even as she chewed on the pizza.

He sat down with more grace and found Sasha at his elbow looking at him with wide brown eyes. "No way."

"What did I do this time?" Jondy asked looking away from her jar with a start.

"I was talking to the dog." She frowned and shook her head mockingly. "What?"

"Weirdo," she answered before turning to the dog. "He's such a weirdo, talking to a dog." Zane did his best I'm-annoyed look, and went back to eating his pizza.

"He lives in a pent house in the money district…" she began without preamble. "I checked it out and there are a couple viable entrances, and more importantly exits."

He nodded his head, looking at the vast change in her demeanor. She was all business now that she was talking about getting the needed information to find Zack. "Are you sure that we need to be breaking in to get this stuff."

"He's the last person whose seen Zack, from everything that I can gather if he sent Zack away somewhere he's not gonna want him to be found." She shrugged, "since we aren't gonna let that happen, I'm stealing the info. You got a better idea?"

"No, it's your show. I trust your judgement." He answered quickly, and watched as she stood up and walked towards the door. She lifted up her leather jacket and searched through the pockets.

"I know it's in here!" She smiled triumphantly and pulled out some folded pieces of paper. "Layout of the apartment." She supplied because of his questioning eyebrow. She tossed them to him and sat back down with folded arms and watched as he looked through the papers.

"Rich bastard, isn't he?"

"Loaded," she answered, "but that's not the present concern."

"He'll probably have security then…"

"Nope, he's loaded but apparently not as paranoid as he should be for someone with half the city gunning for him." She shook her head sadly at what she took for a very stupid move and shrugged. "Makes our job that much easier."

"Good." He looked up to meet her eyes that were watching him unflinchingly. "When do we do this?"

A smile slowly spread across her lips, "tonight."

"Everything's together?" He blinked doing mental inventory of supplies.

"Not like we have all that much we're going to need," she tilted her head wiggled her eyebrows. "We use two ropes to get in, a blank CD to copy computer files, a bag for any in hard copy, and guns for any trouble we run into." She glanced up at the ceiling in thought before they flicked back down to him. "Nothing heavy, we aren't there for an assault, just a precaution."

He nodded his agreement and then smiled, "so I got the bomb for nothing?"

She looked appalled, "Of course not!" Her grin was evil; "It's what we detonate in celebration when we finally find Zackie-poo." She clapped her hands, reverting to the Jondy that he knew and loved. "Fire! Fire!" A giggle almost made him jump, "fire pretty."

"You need mental help…"

"Uh uh, I am perfectly insane, and that's how I like it." She stood up and threw a crust to Sasha and smiled sweetly. "I'm gonna take a shower, it won't be dark for an hour."

He grinned cheekily, "want any help?"

"Of course, but Krit's with Syl now, so I think that would just be wrong." She laughed and he saw a trail of gold and blue as she dashed for the bathroom avoiding the pillow he threw at her.