Chapter Thirty-One: Feels So Right

"I'm hungry," Blair replied later that morning. "I want something to eat."

Her remark caused Jo to laugh.

"What?" Blair asked.

"Blair, ya ate me out literally hours ago and ya have to talk about how hungry ya are? It's a wonder I didn't crash after ya did that."

Blair only blushed. "Well, right now, I'm only hungry for food this time," she replied. She then grinned mischievously. "But if you want, there's always time for a little snack here and there."

Jo cleared her throat, tugging at her shirtsleeve. God, she's so horny! She thought. Blair had never failed to throw out surprise after surprise after deciding to go on vacation with her.

"Oh, keep it in ya pants, Warner," Jo replied, rolling her eyes playfully. She then lowered her voice in a seductive tone. "But…be a good girl and you just may get a little snack," she told her.

Blair then nodded her head eagerly. "I promise," she said, giving Jo her sexy, megawatt smile.

"Good. So…whaddya want?" Jo asked.

"You," Blair answered.

Jo lifted an eyebrow, casting Blair a warning glance.

"Kidding! I guess some eggs and turkey bacon will do just fine."

The car then remained quiet. As Jo drove on, Blair gazed outside. The desert air was dry and hot and the atmosphere around them seemed to go on for miles. There didn't seem to be a house or another human being anywhere.

Blair couldn't help but start thinking about Lee and his last moments. Blair knew she shouldn't have but she did. She began laughing quietly to herself. Jo turned her head, staring at her.

Blair's quiet laughter suddenly became louder and louder, prompting Jo to keep staring.

"What's so funny, Blair?" Jo asked curiously. "I don't think our little innuendos were that funny."

Blair laughed so hard, tears fell from her eyes. She cleared her throat, trying to compose herself but then she burst out laughing again, causing Jo to raise her eyebrows in alarm.

"OK…I_" Blair began, laughing again. "I can't really say."

"Blair," Jo said in a testy voice.

"Nothing. It's not funny," Blair replied.

"What? What's not funny, Blair?" Jo demanded, beginning to lose patience.

Blair didn't answer. Instead, she only laughed again.

"What!?" Jo exclaimed in annoyance.

"Lee," Blair finally blurted out.

Jo glared at Blair in disbelief. "What?" She asked. "What about him?"

Blair threw her head against the headrest, cracking up in hysterical laughter. "Just the look on his face when you…"

She trailed off, back in hysterics again.

Jo glowered at Blair angrily as Blair only continued laughing.

"He sure wasn't expecting that!" Blair exclaimed, unaware of Jo's angry glares.

To Jo's horror, Blair began impersonating Lee the night he was killed. "'Suck my dick!'," she squeaked out, holding her stomach. "Boom!" She fell back in her seat, laughing some more.

"It's not funny, Blair," Jo said in a quiet voice.

It's not like I wanted to kill the son of a bitch but he forced me to defend Blair and she thinks it's a joke! I was there to help her! Nobody was there to help me!

Tears of glee fell down Blair's face as she laughed. She laughed so hard, she thought she'd be sick.

She then turned and saw Jo, her face stony and she noticed a few tears sliding down her face.

And then suddenly, realization hit Blair like a ton of bricks and she stopped laughing.

She gasped. "Wait a minute…" Blair replied, her mouth hanging open. "It happened…to you…didn't it?" She asked quietly.

Jo didn't answer but Blair knew it by Jo's body language. Her knuckles grew pale from gripping the steering wheel too tight and her jawline had set.

"Jo_" Blair began.

"I don't wanna talk about it!" Jo snapped, her voice breaking with emotion. "Blair, I'm not kiddin'! Don't ya dare even_"

"In Texas…it happened in Texas, didn't it, Jo? That's why you don't want to go back there….Oh, my God, Jo…I'm so sorry!"

Blair immediately felt her heart break.

Jo's voice got shaky. "I'm warnin ya, Blair! Ya better drop it right now! I said I don't wanna talk about it and I mean it!"

Blair only nodded understandingly, feeling angry that somebody would do that to Jo.

So that's what she's been hiding! Some asshole abused her and she's never told anybody! Blair suddenly felt the urge to try to protect Jo. She then grabbed Jo's hand and placed it in hers, squeezing it. She then placed her head on Jo's shoulder.

I'll just give her the time she needs. She can tell me when she's ready, Blair thought. The only thing I can do right now is just be here for her; her rock.

"It's OK, Jo," she said soothingly. "It's OK."

Jo didn't yell or move from Blair. Instead, she only let Blair rest her head on her shoulder as the two women then cried quietly together.

A few hours had passed as Jo continued driving through the desert. Blair had insisted turning the radio on and then she had she fallen asleep with it on causing Jo to then shut it off.

Jo, on the other hand, had used the quiet time to reflect on everything that had happened from the time she had agreed to go on vacation with Blair till the very last minute she was now escaping the law with Blair.

She was so caught up in her thoughts, she hadn't heard a loud police siren in the background.

What the hell? She thought, peering through her rearview mirror. A police car was right behind them.

Then she glanced at her speedometer. It read 100 mph. Shit! I don't need this right now!

Jo turned to Blair and shook her awake. "Blair! Wake up! Blair! We're gettin' pulled over!" Jo exclaimed in a panic.

Blair's head popped up out of her sleep. She whirled around and saw the police car behind them. Her mouth dropped open. "What are we going to do?! What do we do?!" She asked frantically, wringing her hands.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Jo replied nervously.

I need to stop! The last thing we need is a damn police chase! Jo thought.

"Alright! I'm gonna stop! Let's play by it by ear! Maybe he doesn't know who we are! Maybe he's just gonna give me a ticket!"

Jo slowed the car down and immediately pulled over, their hearts racing.

"Please don't let us get caught," Jo could hear Blair praying under her breath. "Please don't let us get caught."

"Blair, hush!" Jo shushed Blair.

"Turn off your engine," A male voice from a loudspeaker on the patrol car ordered harshly.

Jo quickly shut off the car.

The two then heard him get out of the car and walk towards their own vehicle. Blair clutched Jo's hand and squeezed it; Jo reciprocated by squeezing back.

When the trooper approached their car, both Jo and Blair gave the trooper matching megawatt smiles.

Jo cleared her throat and tried her best to maintain her cool and posture.

"Hello, officer," she greeted him politely. "Is there a problem?"

"May I see your license, please?" He asked her, narrowing his eyes.

Jo grabbed her purse, fumbling around, looking for it. When she finally found it, she gave it to him. "Here it is," she told him, giving him a nervous smile. She then handed him her wallet.

"You gonna take it out of your wallet, ma'am?" He demanded.

"Oh, yeah," Jo said, chuckling nervously. She fished out her license and handed it to him. "Here it is."

The trooper took it, still narrowing his eyes at Blair and Jo through the aviator shades he wore. There was something suspicious about them but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"I told you to slow down," Blair scolded Jo, lying through her teeth. She then looked up at the trooper. "Officer, I told her to slow down but she didn't listen."

"Yep…she did," Jo said. "So…how fast was I goin'?" She asked.

"A hundred and ten," he told her, stone-faced.

"Oh," Jo said flatly.

"You wanna get out of the car, please?" The trooper asked her.

Jo obeyed, casting a look at Blair.

"Is this your car?" The trooper asked her, after taking a look at her plate numbers.

"Um…yes, sir, it is," Jo answered him.

Let this be it, she thought.

"Can you come with me, please?" The trooper then asked her.

Jo fought the urge to roll her eyes. She caught a glance at Blair, who dropped her head in her hands as she followed the trooper to his patrol car.

This is it. We're dead meat, Jo thought.

"Front or the back, sir?" She asked.

"Front," he informed her.

Jo got in his car, her palms sweaty and her heart beating incredibly fast. She had hoped the trooper wouldn't notice. In her mind, she tried coming up with different ways she could escape but came up short.

We're doomed.

"Take off your eye wear, please," the trooper ordered Jo, pointing to her sunglasses when he got inside the car.

Jo nodded obediently, removing them. "Yes, sir," she said.

The trooper then grabbed a clipboard and jotted down some quick notes.

"Am I in trouble, officer?" Jo asked, trying her hardest to hide the fear in her voice.

"As far as I'm concerned, ma'am, the answer is yes. You're in a lot of trouble."

He then grabbed his handmike connected to his police radio and spoke into it.

"Hello, this is…" he then trailed off as he looked up and saw Blair walking up to the driver's side of his window, a bright smile on her face.

The trooper scowled in annoyance at Blair. He knew something seemed odd about these women.

"Ma'am, would you head back to your veh_" he snapped, his voice instantly interrupted by a gun placed to his head by Blair.

"Officer, I am so, so, sorry about this, but would you get your hands off that?" Blair demanded in a cool, business-like tone.

The trooper dropped his handmike instantly.

"Now, sir, I really, really do apologize," Blair said, maintaining her all-business voice. "But I'm going to need you to put your hands on the steering wheel, please."

When the trooper obeyed, Blair spoke again. "Now see here – if you get on that radio, you're going to find out that we're both wanted in two states. And probably considered armed and dangerous."

She shrugged a little when she realized she was the only one with a gun. But not for long, she thought.

"Well…at least, I am," she admitted. "And then our whole little plan's just going to be shot straight to hell and we can't have that, can we?"

She turned to Jo, who only stared at Blair in complete shock and amazement.

"Jo, take his gun," Blair said to her in a calming voice. "Take his gun. It's right there." She pointed to his hoister.

Jo nodded dumbly. "Uh…sure," she replied, "I'm really sorry about this, sir," she then said to the trooper as she slowly slid the weapon from his holster.

"I swear, sir, before yesterday, neither one of us would have ever, in a million years, pulled a stunt like this," Blair replied, rambling. "But if you met my ex-boyfriend, you'd understand why I ..."

She then cut herself off when she noticed Jo give her a warning look to stop telling the trooper personal stories.

I don't know where this is coming from but for some reason, it's actually insanely fuckin' hot, Jo thought.

Blair instantly got back in her all-business demeanor. "Are you going to get out of the car, please?" She demanded, opening the door for him.

The unarmed trooper got out of the car, trembling in fear.

"Put your hands behind your head, please," Blair ordered him in her low tone, standing behind him with her gun pointed straight to the back of his head.

She turned to Jo. "Jo," she said to her.

"What?" Jo asked, standing and staring at Blair, unsure of what to do next.

Who knew Little Miss Blondie was so good at tellin' men what to do?

"Shoot the radio," Blair said to her.

Jo then chuckled. "Oh," she said lamely. "Right."

She leaned into the car and shot the car radio to smithereens, flinching at the loud sound it made.

Blair fought the urge to laugh. Instead, she only rolled her eyes. "The police radio, Jo!" She exclaimed in annoyance. "Jesus!"

"I'm sorry!" Jo said in mild annoyance. She leaned down again and shot up the other radio.

"Got it," she said to Blair after she was finished.

"OK," Blair replied. She then turned her attention back to the trooper.

"Can you come this way, please?" She asked, pointing with her gun to the trunk of the patrol car. She then continued to have her gun still trained on him.

The trooper obeyed, standing frozen into place.

"Jo, get the keys," Blair demanded.

As Jo got into the patrol car to fetch the keys, she heard loud gunshots.

Her heart dropped automatically, immediately thinking the worst had happened to Blair.

She screamed, ducking out of the car. "Blair!" She yelled. She looked around in confusion when she saw that neither Blair nor the trooper had been harmed.

Blair nodded towards one of the tires. "Airholes," she informed Jo.

Jo looked down and saw that Blair had shot up all of the car tires.

"Open the trunk," she then told her.

Jo shook her head. "Jesus, Blair," she muttered. "Ya scared the shit out of me."

She opened the trunk of the car and stood next to the trooper, waiting to see what Blair would do next.

"Can you step into the trunk, please?" Blair then told him.

At that very moment, the trooper, who had been cold, aloof and direct with the two women mere minutes ago, suddenly began sobbing loudly and openly, nearly wetting himself in fear.

"Please, ma'am, please," he begged. "I got a wife and kids…please.."

Blair was unfazed. "Oh, you do?" She asked coolly. "Well, you better be real sweet to them. Especially to your wife. My ex-boyfriend wasn't sweet to me and look how I turned out."

She rolled her eyes. Men.

"Now go on. Get in there," she said impatiently.

The trooper struggled as he tucked his tall body into the trunk of his own police car.

"Wait!" Jo called out before Blair could close the door and lock him him inside. "Can we trade sunglasses?"

The trooper took off his shades and gave them to Jo. She then handed him her old ones.

"Thanks," she said. "And can I have ya belt, please?" She then asked him politely, pointing to his hoister belt and all the ammunition he had.

The trooper obliged, taking it off and giving it to her.

"Extra ammo," she informed Blair.

Blair nodded, impressed. "Good idea," she said to Jo. "Is there anything else you want?" She asked.

Jo reached back into the trunk and picked up the trooper's stash of beer.

"OK, now I'm good," she said.

Right before Blair closed the trunk, she gave the trooper a sympathetic look. "Officer, I'm really sorry about this," she repeated.

"I also apologize," Jo added as Blair closed the trunk shut and locked it with the keys.

"Let's go," Blair replied in her low business voice that Jo was immediately starting to like.

Blair tossed the keys somewhere in the distance and the two women walked back towards their car.

"Wait!" Jo exclaimed.

"What?" Blair asked in alarm.

To Blair's surprise and delight, Jo then pushed her up against the driver's side of the car and kissed Blair passionately.

"What ya did back there – everything – it was all so amazing! Ya were so damn hot! Where the fuck did ya learn that from?"

"Well, Jo, like it or not, I did take a few tips from Cody Weston. That bastard was good for something, wouldn't you agree?"

She pecked Jo on the lips and got into the car, Jo looking on in amazement.

Being badass just feels so right! Blair thought, the familiar feeling of adrenaline rushing through her. I could learn to actually like this!

Blair started the car and the two drove off down the road, leaving the trooper behind.

"You know something, Jo?" Blair confided as she grabbed the trooper's stolen ammo and used it to load her own gun. "I know it's crazy but I just really feel like I got a real knack for this shit."

Jo nodded her head in agreement. "Yep. I believe ya do," she said. She then took the rest of the ammo from Blair for her own gun and loaded it.

She then put on her new set of shades and gave Blair a confident smile.

"Drive like hell," she told her.