As Jane and Sam headed to work, they discussed their current case. It
wasn't all that much. A simple burglary, but it was Jane's punishment for
all her involvement in the Michael case. Because all charges against John
had been dropped, so had the charges against Jane and Kathleen. The
department didn't want anyone to think that Jane was getting off easy, so
they put her on the little cases for a couple weeks.
Jane thought that she had gotten off easy. Sam seemed to have forgotten about the watch incident from earlier. She wasn't as lucky as she hoped.
"So." Sam started as they waited at a stop light. "What was your watch doing in John's hair this morning?"
Jane looked at Sam, "Why do you wanna know?"
"Um...Let's see, I thought your watch belonged on your wrist and not in John's hair." he replied.
"It is on my wrist." Jane protested, trying to avoid answering his question, and waving her watch wrist in front of his face.
"Now it is, but it wasn't this morning. Something's going on between you two." he shot back as they got out of the car at the station.
"Let's just drop it for now, 'kay?" Jane asked as they walked in. Sam gave her one last appraising look about the situation, then nodded his agreement.
~*~
Later that day, Jane and Sam were following a lead on their case. The lead was hot and they seemed to be on the right trail. All of a sudden, four guys jumped them. While only one had a gun, the other three were armed with switchblades. They immediately formed a circle around the two cops who went back to back.
Fifteen minutes later, three of the thugs lay wounded on the ground and so did Sam. He'd gotten a slash to his thigh and was now trying to stop the blood flow. It left Jane to deal with the last one. Luckily he only had a switchblade against her gun, but he was nearly double her size. She didn't want to shoot the guy, so she tried to reason with him. When he wouldn't listen, she did have to shoot him. Everything looked okay. She just needed to get a couple ambulances out here to pick up everyone.
~*~
Later on that night, after making sure that Sam was okay, (He was, though he wouldn't be able to work for two to three days while the gash did it's primary mending.), she changed into her nightie and was about to lay down when she heard the familiar tap at the window.
She went over and let John in. As his eyes roamed over her body, she suddenly despised her comfy camisole and mini boxers. At this moment they she felt like they showed way too much skin and that only added to the sexual tension in the room.
She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, then said, "Hey, John. Why are you here so late?"
"You told me you would see me later. It's later." he replied matter-of- factly. Jane puzzled over this for a moment, then, remembering their hasty goodbye that morning, laughed out loud.
"I did, didn't I?" she admitted. John nodded and stepped closer, putting a hand to her cheek. She leaned into the touch, at the same time asking, "What are you doing, John?"
He softly pressed his lips to hers, then said, "More of what we did this morning. I liked it."
Jane grinned and blushed, "I liked it, too." she admitted, unconsciously wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned up and caught his lips in another kiss. Slowly, keeping her lips on his, she backed up, bringing him with her. When she reached her bed, going completely on her body's commands and demands for the first time in her life, she lay down, pulling him down on top of her.
He pulled back to look at her. His eyes were filled with desire and she felt the evidence of it easily through her tiny boxers.
"Jane?" he asked as he had that morning, but this time a basic instinct in him told him exactly what he was asking.
Jane hesitated for a moment, then threw all her excuses of why they couldn't be together out the window when she nodded and pulled his face close for another kiss...
Jane thought that she had gotten off easy. Sam seemed to have forgotten about the watch incident from earlier. She wasn't as lucky as she hoped.
"So." Sam started as they waited at a stop light. "What was your watch doing in John's hair this morning?"
Jane looked at Sam, "Why do you wanna know?"
"Um...Let's see, I thought your watch belonged on your wrist and not in John's hair." he replied.
"It is on my wrist." Jane protested, trying to avoid answering his question, and waving her watch wrist in front of his face.
"Now it is, but it wasn't this morning. Something's going on between you two." he shot back as they got out of the car at the station.
"Let's just drop it for now, 'kay?" Jane asked as they walked in. Sam gave her one last appraising look about the situation, then nodded his agreement.
~*~
Later that day, Jane and Sam were following a lead on their case. The lead was hot and they seemed to be on the right trail. All of a sudden, four guys jumped them. While only one had a gun, the other three were armed with switchblades. They immediately formed a circle around the two cops who went back to back.
Fifteen minutes later, three of the thugs lay wounded on the ground and so did Sam. He'd gotten a slash to his thigh and was now trying to stop the blood flow. It left Jane to deal with the last one. Luckily he only had a switchblade against her gun, but he was nearly double her size. She didn't want to shoot the guy, so she tried to reason with him. When he wouldn't listen, she did have to shoot him. Everything looked okay. She just needed to get a couple ambulances out here to pick up everyone.
~*~
Later on that night, after making sure that Sam was okay, (He was, though he wouldn't be able to work for two to three days while the gash did it's primary mending.), she changed into her nightie and was about to lay down when she heard the familiar tap at the window.
She went over and let John in. As his eyes roamed over her body, she suddenly despised her comfy camisole and mini boxers. At this moment they she felt like they showed way too much skin and that only added to the sexual tension in the room.
She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, then said, "Hey, John. Why are you here so late?"
"You told me you would see me later. It's later." he replied matter-of- factly. Jane puzzled over this for a moment, then, remembering their hasty goodbye that morning, laughed out loud.
"I did, didn't I?" she admitted. John nodded and stepped closer, putting a hand to her cheek. She leaned into the touch, at the same time asking, "What are you doing, John?"
He softly pressed his lips to hers, then said, "More of what we did this morning. I liked it."
Jane grinned and blushed, "I liked it, too." she admitted, unconsciously wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned up and caught his lips in another kiss. Slowly, keeping her lips on his, she backed up, bringing him with her. When she reached her bed, going completely on her body's commands and demands for the first time in her life, she lay down, pulling him down on top of her.
He pulled back to look at her. His eyes were filled with desire and she felt the evidence of it easily through her tiny boxers.
"Jane?" he asked as he had that morning, but this time a basic instinct in him told him exactly what he was asking.
Jane hesitated for a moment, then threw all her excuses of why they couldn't be together out the window when she nodded and pulled his face close for another kiss...