A/N: Sorry for the delay—took me a few days to write some of the scenes.
Enjoy! PCGirl.
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"You really didn't have to do this," said John as he sat on the edge of his bed in his new home at the cottage.
"Sure I did—you need a place, and well you saved my life. Even though I wish you had done something a little less courageous and life threatening."
"I'll keep that in mind next time," he said giving a small smile.
"I've got to go to work, are you sure you're going to be ok by yourself?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine—Mike's on his way over to drop off my stuff anyways. Leave the front door unlocked for him."
"Alright, I guess I'll see you later tonight—that's if you are awake when I get home. Bye."
"Bye," he said with a slight smile as she closed the door. He waited until he heard her car leave before he got up and started to get undressed.
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"Remind me again why you didn't ask Natalie for help before she left?" asked Michael as he helped his brother button up his shirt.
"Because I didn't—I didn't feel it was right to ask her to help me undress so I could take a shower. My hair was greasy and I don't think I'd had more than a sponge bath in the past few days."
"The greasy hair is nothing new for you and I thought you might enjoy a sponge bath from Nurse Natalie."
"Whatever," he said rolling his eyes. "When do you have to work next?"
"Tonight. How about you?"
"I'm on desk duty at the station for at least the next three weeks starting tomorrow. Want to guess how long it'll be until I get bored?"
"You're already bored with the idea by the sounds of it."
"Yeah, well thanks for helping me—I'll see you around then?"
"Yeah, see ya around."
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"Having fun over there John?" asked Marcie as she looked up to see him making a paper airplane."
"Huh? Oh yeah—this is always what I wanted to do when I joined the force, be sitting behind a desk."
"It's only 3 weeks—just until they know you've had time to heal some. Oh no—I was supposed to get this over to Statesville this morning—Bo is going to kill me," she said looking at a file. "I don't have time to get there and back before my class now—and they've already left with the mail for there too."
"I'll take it if you want—if you don't mind," he said getting up and going over to her desk.
"Are you sure? I mean there might be something more important Bo wants you to do while you're gone."
"Like what—refilling everything in descending order or by the person's birthday? It's nothing that can't be done after I take this up to the prison for you," he said getting up and going over to her desk.
"Thanks John," she smiled up at him.
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"Hey, I'm delivering something for Commissioner Buchanan," said John as he looked at the guard at the gate.
"Alright, you're cleared," said the man as he pushed the button and John drove through. He pulled his car in the spot and noticed the little red Honda parked a few spots away. He walked up to it—to see if it belonged to who he thought it did.
"John, hey—what are you doing here?" said Natalie as she walked up behind him.
"I'm delivery boy now," he laughed. "And you?"
"Nothing really."
"So you just come to the prison for random visits?"
"What do you mean by that?" she asked crossing her arms at her chest.
"Nothing, I'll see you at the cottage later," he said walking past her and kept walking without turning around once.
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"You really didn't have to do this," said John as he sat on the edge of his bed in his new home at the cottage.
"Sure I did—you need a place, and well you saved my life. Even though I wish you had done something a little less courageous and life threatening."
"I'll keep that in mind next time," he said giving a small smile.
"I've got to go to work, are you sure you're going to be ok by yourself?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine—Mike's on his way over to drop off my stuff anyways. Leave the front door unlocked for him."
"Alright, I guess I'll see you later tonight—that's if you are awake when I get home. Bye."
"Bye," he said with a slight smile as she closed the door. He waited until he heard her car leave before he got up and started to get undressed.
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"Remind me again why you didn't ask Natalie for help before she left?" asked Michael as he helped his brother button up his shirt.
"Because I didn't—I didn't feel it was right to ask her to help me undress so I could take a shower. My hair was greasy and I don't think I'd had more than a sponge bath in the past few days."
"The greasy hair is nothing new for you and I thought you might enjoy a sponge bath from Nurse Natalie."
"Whatever," he said rolling his eyes. "When do you have to work next?"
"Tonight. How about you?"
"I'm on desk duty at the station for at least the next three weeks starting tomorrow. Want to guess how long it'll be until I get bored?"
"You're already bored with the idea by the sounds of it."
"Yeah, well thanks for helping me—I'll see you around then?"
"Yeah, see ya around."
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"Having fun over there John?" asked Marcie as she looked up to see him making a paper airplane."
"Huh? Oh yeah—this is always what I wanted to do when I joined the force, be sitting behind a desk."
"It's only 3 weeks—just until they know you've had time to heal some. Oh no—I was supposed to get this over to Statesville this morning—Bo is going to kill me," she said looking at a file. "I don't have time to get there and back before my class now—and they've already left with the mail for there too."
"I'll take it if you want—if you don't mind," he said getting up and going over to her desk.
"Are you sure? I mean there might be something more important Bo wants you to do while you're gone."
"Like what—refilling everything in descending order or by the person's birthday? It's nothing that can't be done after I take this up to the prison for you," he said getting up and going over to her desk.
"Thanks John," she smiled up at him.
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"Hey, I'm delivering something for Commissioner Buchanan," said John as he looked at the guard at the gate.
"Alright, you're cleared," said the man as he pushed the button and John drove through. He pulled his car in the spot and noticed the little red Honda parked a few spots away. He walked up to it—to see if it belonged to who he thought it did.
"John, hey—what are you doing here?" said Natalie as she walked up behind him.
"I'm delivery boy now," he laughed. "And you?"
"Nothing really."
"So you just come to the prison for random visits?"
"What do you mean by that?" she asked crossing her arms at her chest.
"Nothing, I'll see you at the cottage later," he said walking past her and kept walking without turning around once.