A million thanks to those who followed, favorited and reviewed. I"m humbled and truly touched that there are people who like my amatuer contribution to fiction. For all you kind people; I really dont know where I'm going with this….there I said it. Out of the blue an idea will pop in and I'll just go where it takes me. I dont particularly think BS's Perfume is a great song but when I listened to it; all these ideas were popping into my head.
NO THIS IS NOT A LOVE-STORY PER SE.; there's more to it than that. Hint, hint. These few chapters will feature Joe prominently as I need to create the back-story for the main plot. Please do feedback me and tell WHO (Actor) you think Joe is modelled after; I would really get a kick out of that. I'm sorry for boring you and I love hearing from you. Take care and have a great weekend.
Chapter 2 Page 1
Jane on date? Definitely not his type though…..no scratch that...blonde bombshell...guess she's every guy's type. He hadnt shared that information with her; no she only found out because he needed hers and Fischer's fashion expertise. Well what did she expect? Jane wasnt hers exclusively….and she was starting at the bottom again but with better perks of course.
She smiled bitterly; the relationship they had whilst at CBI was gone…..replaced with semi-formal acceptance...Jane was Jane of course….he had that air of superiority without breaking a sweat. She missed it...the excitement...the expectancy of the magician's trick when they had worked together, the closeness. The case had kept her busy and it was a hard one but now; at night, alone; she missed Joe…..really missed Joe.. Grace was right, Joe was the best thing for her now. She had learned her lesson; all those years given to her career that went up in smoke in less than a day and she was left with nothing.
Her eyes lit up and her face glowed as she thought of Joe; Joe who carried a recording of her solo performance on his cell-phone and teased her mercilessly…...the bad-ass Police Chief Lisbon….singing a cheesy love song. When she gave him the 'look'; he would smirk at her and say "dont get mad love; you sang and I lost my heart, I lost my soul to you". She and Joe would spend hours just talking; he just had this way of relaxing her of making her feel so loved...yes that's the word….loved, cherished. Just before he had put her on the plane, he had taken her to a dog shelter. She had laughed and played along with him and the canine cuties with the promise to return and adopt one particular cutie. Yeah….she was antsy…...hadnt heard from Joe since she flew in and that was 2 days ago.
Kim Fischer was a pleasant surprise….here she had built up this image of a dominatrix….but she was nice…...offduty...shame on you, Teresa. She and Kim had broken the ice and it felt good. At least a comrade in arms aside from Wiley the lovable geek. She guessed Kim had lots of questions but was biding her time; didnt matter she had nothing to hide. She knew her outburst on the plane had a lot to do with the tension between her and Jane but she wouldnt and couldnt regret it. He needed to hear it; he was relentless in his goals...never mattered to him the consequences or the train-wreck he eventually left behind.
Peter Pan wins again and Director Abbot was of course extremely pleased. Kim and the rest adapting to Jane's 'special' method of solving cases but at the end of the day….it was the end justifying the means. Still 5 lives were lost, innocent men who never had a chance to fight back and blondie of course would get a discount on jail-time provided she sang like a canary.
Well Peter Pan still deserved that soaking...serves him right for going on a date with a dangerous sociopathic drug LADY Paris Hilton lookalike. Now he was back on his couch as cool as a cucumber; guess even Peter Pan needed rejuvenation time. No..she needed some R&R….all because that certain blonde hunk in her life had given her sleepless nights. Cho! Of all persons Cho...had commented on her pale, pinched look.
Get a grip Teresa….new job….probation…..Director Abbot…...no time for being love-sick. Honestly she was worried; it's exactly a week since she last talked to Joe. Was she going to lose him because of her 'job'? Joe wasnt a guy that was easily intimidated…..after all he had spent time in the UN Peace Corp. Here was a guy who had seen it all, had the training yet never felt he had to project himself. She loved that about him; that quietness and unassuming quality he had.