Title: Leap of Faith (Part Three)

Author: fatedtoflames (DJ)

Pairing: Chastine

Rating: PG-13 thus far

Summary: Chas takes the ultimate leap of faith to help John.

This chapter is dedicated to revolufantasy, who is not only an excellent writer, but a wonderful friend who's always uplifting to talk to. (And don't you forget it).

"The guy practically molested me on a desk, John!"

John chuckled, leaning forward on the table and putting out his cigarette. "Welcome to the world of big business, kid."

Chas practically growled, rubbing his face again. He was sure he'd never get the twelve-something layers of makeup off. "Look, Constantine…I had my eyebrows waxed, I've fallen fourteen times, I've had guys staring at my chest all day, I've dealt with the catcalls, the drooling idiots, and the jealous women sending me glares that could kill, and you want me to just deal with sexual harassment on top of it?"

"Women do it every day. You can handle it."

"He was feeling me up!"

"Who wouldn't?"

Chas looked up to see John smile deviously. He groaned, throwing his purse down on the table and walking away.

"I'm going to take a bath."

"Don't forget to shave," John called after him, and he received a flip from Chas's middle finger in return.

By the time Chas finished with his bath, John had started on his first glass of scotch.

"Did you shave?" John asked, barely looking up as Chas pulled out a box of cookies and dropped down at the table.

"Yes."

"Everywhere?"

"Yes."

Chas started to take a bite of a cookie, but John took it out of his hand, dropped it in the box, and pulled the box away from him.

"What the hell?" Chas asked angrily.

"How do you expect to fit into that corset if you eat a dozen cookies every night?"

"Very carefully. Give me the damn cookies."

"No."

Chas sneered. "I've given up my masculinity and my wardrobe for you, and now you want me to give up cookies? You're out of your damn mind."

John was silent for a few moments, taking a swig from his glass. "Your real job starts tomorrow, kid."

Chas sighed heavily, dropping his forehead down onto the table and mumbling something that slightly resembled 'I hate you'.

"I need you to get into your boss's office and get me a few specific files."

Chas's head shot up from the table, and he gave John an incredulous look. "How the hell do you expect me to do that? In heels?"

"You said he gave you an offer for promotion…take it."

Chas's eyes widened, and for a moment he stuttered in shock. "You…I…what?"

"You heard me."

"John…no. No, no, no. Absolutely not."

"Losing your nerve?"

"There's a couple things about me he's gonna notice, John! I'm drawing the line at a sex change!"

John smirked, and then he took a cell phone out of his pocket and slid it across the table. "He won't get that far, kid."

Chas picked up the cell phone, studying it for a moment before looking at John curiously. "What, you want me to beat him over the head with a cell phone?"

"No. At exactly 10:10, I'm going to call you on your cell phone. If you've done your job well enough, you'll have the files by then, and the call will give you an excuse to hightail it out of there."

"And…what if the thing breaks? What if a demon attacks you? What if you don't call me soon enough? What if-"

"Chas, Chas, Chas…calm down. It'll work out. And I'm sure you'll come up with something if the call doesn't come."

"Oh, sure, you aren't worried 'cause you aren't the one getting raped!"

"It won't be rape if you seduce him."

Chas snorted and stood up, angrily grabbing the box of cookies from John.

"Don't touch my cookies, asshole."

With that, he walked out of the room, and John simply chuckled and lit up another cigarette.

If he doesn't call me, he's dead meat, Chas thought as he entered BZR the next day. He took the elevator up to his office, this time managing to stay on his feet. The whole 'walking in heels' thing definitely took practice, but at least it was getting easier.

"Heeeeey!"

Chas turned at the sound of the loud, annoying voice, and a woman half-ran down the hallway to him, looking like your normal young receptionist- a bit of a nerd, as well.

"I was just wondering where you got that skirt, Miss Carmichael. Oh, and the skirt you had on yesterday. I meant to ask you yesterday, but then I got busy on the phones, you know how that goes, I'm sure," she said all in one breath.

"I…uh…" Chas started, mentally panicking. What am I supposed to tell her, a gay guy named Karlos buys all my clothes for me? He thought.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tina. Tina Lindel," she said, grabbing Chas's hand and shaking it fiercely. Chas smiled, and then the phone in Tina's office began to ring.

"Oh, I have to go. So sorry," Tina said, starting to back up toward her office. "Look, if you need anything at all, just ask. I know how rough this place can be on newcomers!"

Chas breathed a sigh of relief, turning and heading back toward his office. He'd have to remember to ask Karlos where he bought all this shit so a scenario like that wouldn't happen again.

The rest of the morning went quickly, And at five till ten, Chas left and headed for Jared's office.

Maybe he'll be at a meeting. Maybe he won't even catch me in there, Chas thought, though he knew it was false hope. He pulled out the paper with the names on it that John told him to get, studying them carefully as he reached Jared's office.

Here goes nothing.

He pushed open the door, and sighed with relief when he found the office empty. He checked his watch- two minutes till ten.

He closed the door and headed over to the file cabinet, only to find it locked. He cursed and made a desperate effort, looking through Jared's desk drawers for the keys.

He found a key ring full of keys for filing cabinets, and after trying half of them he finally found the one that unlocked the filing cabinet. He found the five files he was looking for, and then checked his watch.

Four minutes till John would call. Maybe he wouldn't even need the call.

He put the files in the over-sized purse he was using today, put the keys back in the desk, and headed for the door…just as it opened up.

"Mr. Miller!" Chas said in mock surprise. "I, uh…I was wondering when you'd show up," he said, and Jared's eyebrow arched.

"Miss Carmichael…what are you doing in here?"

Chas swallowed nervously. "I was waiting on you. I, um...wanted to take you up on your offer, sir."

The door shut, and Chas jumped about a foot in the air.

"Is that so…" Jared said, stepping forward, backing Chas up against the desk. Chas stole a glance at his watch…still three minutes before John would call. He'd have to drag this out.

"Of course. I wasn't sure yesterday, but then…I…I thought about how much possibility there could be with your offer," he forced a smile. "And about how sexy you are."

It worked. He didn't know how, but it worked. Jared smiled, his hand moving to grab Chas's waist. "I'm glad you came to your senses, Miss Carmichael. Although…I must wonder what exactly convinced you…"

Chas knew he couldn't convince this guy with words. No way in hell would he be able to come up with a good enough excuse. Instead, he pulled Jared into a clumsy kiss.

He could barely keep from gagging in disgust when Jared immediately forced his tongue into the kiss, and he tried to pull back a just a little, but he couldn't move much at all when he was shoved up against the desk like this.

When he really began to worry was when he felt Jared's hand tugging his skirt up, and the man's leg sliding up his bare leg. He suddenly realized why John had been so adamant about him shaving…

Jared's hand was just short of where he would know that Chastity wasn't quite as feminine as she seemed when a shrill sound broke the silence of the room.

"My…my phone," Chas said breathlessly, breaking away and grabbing the phone from the side pocket of his purse, his hands shaking.

"H-Hello?" It's about damn time, asshole.

"Thank goodness I could get ahold of you, Chastity. Your grandmother isn't looking good. You'd better get here," John said, using those words just in case Jared could hear- which he could, considering how close he was.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Miller…may I have the rest of the day off?" Chas asked, pretending to be distressed. Jared sneered, and then threw his hands up, walking around to the other side of his desk.

"Fine, fine. Go on," he muttered, getting right to his work with restrained but obvious anger. Chas said a quick 'thank you', and he was out the door as fast as he could go in heels.

That was too close. Way too close, he thought, breathing a sigh of relief as he entered the elevator.

John definitely owed him for this one.

And he was damn well eating as many cookies as he pleased tonight.