"Hey" she walked in and tossed her purse onto the desk. Jordan and Bug were busy pulling two bodies out of the crypt as she walked in.
"Hey." Jordan replied, with just a bit too much happiness in her voice, and she glared at the young ME for a second before grinning.
"Anything good?" She asked, looking over the two covered bodies. Jordan shook her head.
"A heart attack and a gang banger. You need to watch that one?" Bug asked and she shrugged.
"Technically, yes, do I want to? No. I'll stop by just so I can say you didn't break any rules with it." Bug nodded wheeling the body out followed by Jordan.
She sat down and flipped open another file. She ignored the tingling in her leg, and left the file on her desk just in case she froze again, glad when she didn't, but the tingling remained. She frowned and popped another aspirin, rubbing her leg, not liking the warmth that radiated from it. That wasn't a good thing at all.
But there was nothing she could do, she may have been surrounded by doctors, but it wasn't like one of them could write her a prescription. And she didn't particularly want to spend hours with her head in a toilet. Shame the only things that worked were things that made her violently ill.
She got up and walked up to the autopsy room where Bug had just gotten started on the autopsy of the guy who had been killed. It was an easy open-shut thing that she wished she didn't have to watch. There wasn't anything to screw up on it. A young guy, he was about 19, shot dead, completely drugged up, it was pretty obvious what had happened.
She easily jotted down what Bug commentated, and allowed her thoughts to wander off to the office down the hall. She didn't want to spend another night alone after what had happened last night, but she also was afraid of rushing things. Every other time she had rushed into a relationship things had gone badly. She wanted this one to work, she wanted this one to be the one.
Four failed fiancées and five engagements. She didn't want to add another one to her tally. She knew that she didn't love him, no one could be in love after knowing someone for a week. Thoughts of love at first sight may have been nice and fun and pleasant, but she knew it wasn't true. It was lust, plain and simple. She wanted him, and she knew it, and he knew it. She wanted to find true love, but she had long since given up the hope of finding it.
But lust would do. It did well in the past. She wanted him, she was infatuated with him, that was what mattered, live for the moment, right? She kept telling herself that over and over again, she wanted the relationship to be something but it all the signs and markings of her past engagements. And none of those had worked out.
"Fejes, Fejes, Vicky!" She looked up to find Bug trying to get her attention.
"What, oh, sorry, kinda let my mind wander and it got lost." She smiled slightly.
"I'm done with him." She nodded, looking down to find that even though her mind had taken a vacation, her hand had not.
She closed the file, clipped the pen to it and started back down to her desk, but decided to stop along the way. She knocked on the glass door marked 'Private' and stepped inside. "Hey." She said curling on the couch. He got up and joined her.
"Hey." He answered, and she leaned against him.
"Just stopped by." He looked at her, knowing full well she had some sort of ulterior motive. "To avoid paperwork." She grinned. "And I'm not going to be here tomorrow." He gave her a questioning glance. "I'm kicking my brother out and since he can't drive on his own, I'm driving him back and hopping a flight back up here." He chuckled slightly, her body shaking with his, and she enjoyed the feeling, the warmth radiating off of him.
"The whole protector thing getting to you?" He asked and she nodded.
"What is it with you men?" She asked and he shrugged. "His kids are all grown up so I'm the one left for him to pick on. Wish he'd find someone himself so he'd remove himself from my love life." She stared up at him, her dark brown eyes meeting his, and he gave her a light kiss. She grinned up at him. "I'd invite you along but then Aaron would try to play tour guide simply to keep you away from me." He smirked.
"I'll take a rain check."
"Thought so. It could be worse, I could be dragging you down there and you could sound like a typical Bostonian which would mean that you'd get hung drawn and quartered by Yankee fans. Just be glad I'm not one of them." He grinned.
"Why's that?"
"Cause no self-respecting Yankee fan would be doing-" She kissed him. "-This." Another kiss, " To a Sox fan." They kissed once more, this one deep and passionate and the door opened to reveal Jordan who promptly walked back out.
"I'll come back later."
"What'd you want Jordan?" Garret asked as she quickly pulled away, both of them trying not to look embarrassed.
"Nothing that can't wait until you're not otherwise-preoccupied." He glared at his coworker. "I was just seeing if you'd be willing to do a pickup, some guy fried himself at the local theater messing with the lights and I'm supposed to be meeting Woody for drinks, I'll get Bug or Nigel to do it." She walked away. "I'll leave you two alone." The door closed again and he laughed, louder as they heard Jordan tell Nigel that he owed her.
"Don't tell me they had an office pool on us." She groaned and he grinned and nodded.
"There's an office pool on everything here. I've got fifty riding on Jordan and Woody finally getting over themselves by the end of the month." She gave him a playful swat.
"Horrible, detestable, should go in my report simply because I was not informed of this illegal betting. Renee would be pissed for the exact same reason, she'd want in." He grinned and kissed her again.
"Drinks after work?" he asked and she smiled, getting up.
"How about we skip the drinks and go right to the part that involves you, me and the bed?" She suggested, sliding out of the office before she could get a response.