Thanks for the reviews friends. I'm sorry, I find Agent Pike boring..seriously boring and uninspiring. Poor guy. Can't write if I'm not inspired. SOOOO I decided to introduce someone else to cheer up Chief Lisbon. Why 'Perfume'; I don't know; something about the ballad inspired and truly; I loved writing the last 2 pages.
All characters belong except Gerty belong to Bruno Heller. This is FANFIC purely for my entertainment. Thank you.
No...her's wasn't the Atypical chick flick story. Joe had been with friends and like the rest of the audience liked what he saw...wait...what he HEARD. He and his posse had even paid for a round of drinks at their table. She had given him her best "I'm an officer of the law; don't even think of messing with me' persona not that it had done much good since his only reply was 'arrest me or kiss me but I'd rather you kiss me, love'.
Rigsby had earned a well aimed kick in his shin from Grace for his crack about that being something Jane would say…...Joe was nothing like that s.o.b….no Joe was earthy, a man unafraid of getting his hands dirty….a working man like her dad….she had him checked out….the full service...even got the Rigsbys to run a check. He was just the way she liked them. He loved everything American right down to spicy hot chilli but No way in hell was she going into a relationship with a man just because he had kissable lips and dimples.
To his credit, Joe had done nothing but steal a few kisses from her, hold her like she was the most precious person on earth. He liked to tease her that he was afraid she might shoot him if he overstepped. He was content to take things slowly, savor the moments. Gerty the sandwich lady had commented that she was glowing and smiling more often; she called her brothers more often too which of course had them all guessing. They didn't know about Joe; he was her secret for the moment and one she guarded fiercely.
It was Joe that had gently steered her into taking the FBI offer. She was miserable, wasting her talents as a Police Chief; the world needed her. Somehow he had made her pause and take stock; it was always there…Jane... being the only reason she had turned down the job. Even uppity Abbot had acknowledged her skills on the Abel case and assured her she was not a babysitter for Jane.
It was her resentment, stupid anger and hurt. That was the only time she had seen Joe look so vulnerable as he asked her if she still loved Jane….not if she was in love with Jane. Uncanny and disconcerting that was Joe. Oh he was pig-headed alright especially when it came to football and shakespeare and the British Jeep. On a sunny quiet afternoon over chocolate hot fudge sundaes and waffles with ice-cream; she had come clean about Jane. He never said a word except to flip some ice-cream onto her face. But that's another story for another day.
AND in exactly 30 minutes she would be face to face with the devil's advocate.
Jane had done it…..the mighty FBI brought to its knees. He was understandably smug of course, even about her accepting the job. Like it was a done deal as long as HE said so but she wasn't mad; let him have his moment. SHE was happy and happy for Jane maybe he would finally get peace, with Agent Kim? Nah…...never happening. Joe had promised to fly in next week and perhaps, maybe…...it was time to notch it up. Grace had called her on the pretext of finding out how the job was…..more like checking up on her and Jane. Rigsby of course maintained that she was looking for Jane in Joe…no Joe filled out a pair of jeans and t-shirt extremely well. NO Joe wouldn't dive for the nearest bush; he would probably rugby tackle the bad-guy. No Joe loved rain and snow and storms; his excuse to snuggle extra close to her to keep her warm...of course.
Uh..oh..Jane was staring at her. Obviously he had won the couch from Agent Kim so Jane the boy was bored and needed attention. No she didn't want him on her radar; Joe was HERS for now. That was the maddening yet lovable part of him; he never left a mystery unsolved. Jane had to get to the bottom of things, never mind that it wasn't any of his business. He made it his business.