Title- Her Kind Of Town

Author- garrettelliot

Disclaimer- Please gimme, Tim. I promise I won't lose 'em.

A/N- Okay, there is mention of drug use in this chapter. Just thought I'd warn you.

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What a week! Sarah thought as she sat finishing reports on Friday afternoon. Memphis was only this busy on weekends and holidays. She looked over at the stack of completed reports. Two homicides, six vehicular deaths, four ER deaths and a suspicious drowning. Those were only her cases. She signed the last report and laid it on top of the rest. "I somehow don't think Boston will be dull." She said to the picture of she and Wren at Mardi Gras.

"Oh, I don't know, sometimes we go a whole three hours without a case."

Sarah jumped and looked up to see Jordan standing in the doorway.

"Well that's what I get for talking to myself. What's up?" Sarah asked.

"I could really use your help, Sarah. I'm not getting anywhere on this wedding thing" Jordan sank into a chair. "I'm not really the church and flowers kind of girl. I'm mostly doing this for my dad and Woody. But I'm clueless on what to do next, I still don't have a dress or the cake and the bridesmaid's dress is not something I want to consider." The brunette looked ready to tear her hair out. "Help!"

"You've come to the right place, honey. We former debutantes get this stuff with our mother's milk."

"A debutante?" Jordan laughed. "I don't think I've ever met a debutante before."

" 'Better a debutante than a dabbler', my old granny used to say. Frankly, I think they're the same thing. Shallow and superficial. But it was expected in the social circle I was raised in, along with Tea Dances and Sunday brunch at the Peabody Hotel." Sarah smiled at the memory.

"Tea dances?" Jordan asked. "What is a tea dance?"

"A grand old Southern tradition, where the scions of the best families gather under the watchful eyes of chaperoning Mamas and plot to sneak away to the rose arbor for gin and a joint." Sarah laughed at the look of complete astonishment on Jordan's face. "What can I say, it broke up the boredom and the pot made the afternoon bearable."

"And here I though you were a nice conservative southern girl." Jordan laughed.

"All nice Southern girls are wild away from their Mamas, sugah. So where are you on the weddin' plans?"

"The church is reserved, the invitations are ordered and due in next week and the reception is at The Pogue, my dad's bar." Jordan said. "At least the tuxes were easy, black three button with black tie."

"Nice, classic and timeless. What kind of dress did you dream of as a little girl?" Sarah asked hoping to get a clue of which way to go.

"Princess Di, but my tastes have changed just a little since." Jordan said.

"Well then I see a shopping trip in our future." Sarah laughed as Jordan groaned. "Don't worry, shopping can be fun if you know what you're doing and I happen to be an expert. I called my friend Sherry and found out where she got her dress. So that's our first stop. By the way, what are your colors?" Sarah asked.

"I have no idea." Jordan said helplessly.


 "Saints and ministers of grace defend us. Who are your bridesmaids?

"Lily." Jordan answered.

"Okay, so let's grab Lily and go shoppin'. Don't worry, honey, I'm a Southern Belle. We can throw together a weddin' to make a princess pea green in less than a month." Sarah grabbed her coat and bag. "Come on time's a wastin'."

Jordan stood and looked down at the petite woman. "Do you realize that your accent is getting thicker."

"It happens when I'm excited and parties excite me. Don't worry, R's and G's are just a passin' craze. It's called speakin' Southern ya'll will all get use to it. Who knows I may even teach you folks to talk right." Sarah drawled as they headed for Lily's office.