Chapter 15: To Bed or not to Bed.

TJ carried Spinelli into the best trying not to wake her. However when he was climbing the stairs in search of her room Spinelli stirred and moaned in his arms. "Go back to sleep." TJ told Spinelli gently but firmly. Spinelli smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly before letting her fatigue claim her again.

TJ shifted Spinelli around to what he hoped was a more comfortable position. With her slender arms around his neck TJ had shifted the rest of Spinelli's lithe body so that she was resting her head against his right shoulder, the rest of her being cradled in his arms.

After trudging up the stairs with as much grace and as little movement as possible TJ was met with the most startling sounds that were coming from one of the rooms. Fortunately the door was closed but TJ could hear the very familiar voices saying things he wished he wasn't hearing. It wasn't the first time he had stumbled on two people declaring their love for each other emotionally and physically but when TJ really knew the people he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.

Turning away from the closed door TJ noticed the open door of a bedroom filled with things only a woman would fill it with. The first thing TJ did was kick the door shut. Mercifully the noise became only a barely audible mesh of sounds.

Stepping inside TJ made a beeline for the bed. It was actually a lot harder then it sounded. The floor was like a disaster area. Obviously both of the girls had thrown their wardrobes on out in the supposedly usual measure of insanity that women went through to get a simple outfit picked out. Compounded with the fact TJ was carrying Spinelli and was slightly drunk didn't help.

After navigating around the piles of clothes TJ finally made it to the bed and tried to put Spinelli on the bed but there was a problem. She wouldn't let go.

"Spin, you have to let go now." TJ said in her ear. The response was entirely unexpected. Spinelli giggled and buried her head into the clef of TJ's neck. Then TJ heard a moan that was too loud and close to have come from the room across the way.

"Oh TJ." Spinelli murmured against his neck.

TJ looked down at Spinelli. Her slanted eyes were closed; her full red lips were partly open. 'Stop thinking like that. She's a sleep and drunk. She must have heard the noise from those two and her dream is playing on that.' TJ berated to himself.

It seemed logical and worked as an explanation. TJ couldn't explain the most important thing though; why had she said his name? TJ had plenty of time to ponder the possible answers. Spinelli would not let go of him so he lied down on the bed and let Spinelli sleep half on him, half on the bed. TJ tried to stay awake but the late hour slowly but determinedly forced his eyes closed bring on his own dreams.

The black motorbike pulled into an old abandon warehouse in the bedside of town. The rider parked the bike and walked swiftly past the mad party that occupied the base level of the joint. In the back rooms the deafening boom and beat was muffled and the rider walked unchallenged by the muscle guarding the door to the boss room.

Inside the rider found the boss with yet another slut on her knee, all bubbly and drunk, just the way she liked them.

Seeing the rider enter the boss gave the girl a wave to join her. Smiling the rider moved towards the couch and sat down kissing the boss deeply. Breaking the kiss the rider whispered into the boss's ear so that the dumb girl on her knee couldn't hear.

"The tip was right. I found JeT."

The boss and the rider both smiled.

Okay kiddies get off here. This will head a slightly darker direction as you find out more about JeT. And who are these two you now wonder. Well you'll find you soon enough. Warning to all: things will pick up a bit and deal with violence, drugs, drinking; basically the criminal underworld in general. Sorry if not what you usual TJSpin shippers are not use to but I want to paint a different picture.