A Useful Psychic

Chapter 9: The End… or is it?

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A month after J.J. came out of her coma, she was walking out of the hospital. It took her two weeks to walk again. Everyone at work was glad she was back. But no one was quite as happy as Ann and Sam. They hugged her and wouldn't leave her side for about a month.

On J.J.'s first day back to work, it was like she never left. The CSIs decided to eat breakfast there before the Miami CSIs had to leave Las Vegas. Of course, J.J. was their waitress.

"What can I get for you to drink?" J.J. smiled.

After everyone ordered, she ended up with eight coffees, three waters, and a soda. Within three minutes J.J. was back with the drinks and ready to take the food orders. Three pancakes, four waffles, two omelets, and three scrambled eggs. J.J. turned in the order walked back to the table to strike up a conversation.

"How are you feeling?" Grissom asked.

"Like nothing ever happened."

"Thanks for the help." Eric said.

"Think nothing of it. It was part of my job. Today your last day in Vegas?"

"Yup. We've had a great time here, for the most part." Calleigh chirped in.

"Order 20!" the man behind the counter shouted as he hit the bell.

J.J. rushed up and grabbed four plates. Eric, Nick, and Warrick helped her with the rest of the plates. J.J. thanked them as her cell phone began to buzz. J.J. smacked her head.

"Hey John! I've got to go! Can you handle it with out me?" J.J. asked the man behind the counter.

"We managed for two months. Get out of here!" John grinned.

J.J. tossed her red apron at him.

"Where are you going?" Greg asked with his mouth full.

"Rach and Rab are engaged! O've got to help Rach pick out a wedding dress! Hope you have a safe trip home." J.J. laughed as she ran out the door.

--That Night--

Conner stood in a dark ally, lighting a cigarette. A black baseball hat covered his bleached hair. As he exhaled, smoke poured from his mouth. Someone called his name from farther down the dark ally.

"You didn't do what I asked you to do Conner." the voice said.

"I did half of it. Al's gone isn't he?" Conner took another puff of his cigarette.

"I paid you to also get rid of Jenn. For not finishing it, you will pay the price."

A gun clicking off safety echoed through the empty ally. Conner dropped his cigarette and his eyes grew huge.

"Give me another chance please." Conner pleaded.

"One more chance and that is it!" the person was pissed.

Jason stepped out of the shadows and put his gun back into his pocket. Conner nodded showing he understood and left.

"He better kill her or it will be his head." Jason mumbled as he walked back into the shadows.

The end…

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There's the end. Should I have a sequel? YEAH I SHOULD!