-Partie Quatre-
I don't own anything...
"No, Rachel. I cannot help you look over a new case tonight."
"Why?"
"First of all, I was sick today. Why do you think I wasn't at work. And I'm spending tonight having dinner with my wife!" Kirsten explained. She didn't mention that her father was going to be there, just to make her jealous.
"Fiiine. But I hope you're at work tomorrow. I need your help. I need your brain power," Rachel said in a flirtatious tone.
"I'm sure you'll manage," Kirsten said and hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Sandy asked as Kirsten hung up his cell phone.
"Rachel," she wants your help with a case tonight.
"Oh."
"Yeah, Sandy? What are we going to do about work? I mean we can't stay home sick forever. If we're in eachothers bodies long enough, we might actually have to go to the other one's work!"
"I know. I thought about that too. I do not want to work with your father!"
"And I don't want to work with Rachel," Kirsten said quietly.
Sandy shook his head. He understood why Kirsten didn't like her. I mean for god's sake the woman never stopped hitting on him. He just hoped that Kirsten understood he would never do anything with her. Or anyone else.
"Well let's just take our battles one at a time," Sandy suggested. "This dinner is going to be a bitch to get through."
"Sandy!"
"Sorry. I guess it's PMS."
"Oh, pah-lease!"
"I'm serious honey. I don't get how women go through this for an entire week every month of their lives!"
"Got cramps?" Kirsten said with a laugh. The look on Sandy's face answered her question. "I told you, you should be going to my yoga class. It helps."
"There's no way I'm doing yoga. I'm in too much pain. Also, I'm not spending time alone with the Newpsies without you."
"Fine. Just suck it up for about five more days then."
The sound of the doorbell ringing interupted them.
"Hi Caleb," Sandy said.
"Since when do you start calling me Caleb Ms. Nichol?"
Oh crap. "Well since when did you start calling me Ms. Nichol? I've been married to Sandy for nineteen years! It's Kirsten Cohen," Sandy retorted.
"Come on in Cal. Make yourself at home," Kirsten said. She didn't want any fights between her husband and her father tonight. Especially not tonight, when her husband was in her body.
"Why wouldn't I? It's mine."
Kirsten could tell Sandy was about to say something. She sent him a look that could kill behind her father's back. Sandy stopped immediately.
"No complaining. No fighting," she mouthed, using stealth hand gestures her son would have been proud of.
"So what's for dinner tonight?"
"We thought we'd just order in Dad," Sandy said.
"Sounds great Kiki."
"Yeah the food should be here in about five-ten minutes."
"Oh that must be the food," Kirsten said when she heard the doorbell ring.
"Will you answer it please Dad while Sandy and I set up the table?" Sandy asked.
Caleb walked to the Cohen's door and opened it, surprised with who was at the door.
"Hey Jimmy," Caleb said.
"Hi Cal. You know I was just wondering if I could talk to Kirsten for a second?"
"She's in the kitchen."
Caleb walked back into the kitchen, with Jimmy following closely behind.
"Jimmy, hi," Kirsten said.
"Hey Sandy," Jimmy replied. Kirsten was confused for a second until she realized she was Sandy.
"What brings you by?" Sandy asked.
"I was just wondering if you could help me out with some of your forgotten kisses, Kirsten."
"What?" Sandy asked.
"You know what I'm talking about Kirsten. The cookies. That you said you and Hailey used to make together?"
"Oh," Sandy said. He looked at Kirsten for help. He had no idea what those cookies were.
"What do you want them for?" Kirsten asked.
"We talked about this Sandy. I want them for our restaurant. You know, as something to give customers free when they're leaving. And when we were drunk we joked about having our hostesses give them an actual kiss with the forgotten kiss so they wouldn't forget our restaruant anytime soon..."
"Oh of course. I remember now..." Kirsten said.
"Yeah so Kirsten do you have the recipe?"
"Uhmm..." Sandy hesitated.
"Why don't you look above the stove in the cupboard? Where all our recipes are?" Kirsten hinted loudly. Jimmy gave her a funny look.
"Right. Thanks Sandy," Sandy said.
"No problem," Kirsten said as the doorbell rang yet again. "Oh this must actually be the food. I'll get it."
"I'll help you Sandford. And Jimmy you might as well stay now that you're here. We always get too much food anyways," Caleb suggested.
"Sounds great," Jimmy responded, then turned his focus back on who he thought was Kirsten, but was actually Sandy.
"Rachel, h-hi," Kirsten stuttered. She did not want to have to deal with this woman right now. Caleb gave Kirsten a glare, thinking that something was going on between this young blonde woman and his son-in-law.
"We thought you were the food," Caleb stated.
"Disappointed?" Rachel joked.
"A little bit," Kirsten said seriously, although Rachel took it as a joke.
"Funny," she responded and allowed herself into the house.
"Yeah, well I'm going to go over to the restaraunt and see what in God's name is taking the bloody people so long to deliever," Caleb said. "You might as well stay for dinner too Rachel. We already have Jimmy as a guest," Caleb said mischievously, trying to make the night as entertaining as possible. The man would do anything for his own selfish gain. He would even mess around with his daughter's marriage to provide some cheap entertainment. Little did he know, the night would not end up how he imagined. He was about to find out that Sandy and Kirsten could get a little jealous and were sometimes not afraid to show it.
Ca c'est la fin pour maintenant.
Haha. I hope this is a good start for those readers who wanted some Jimmy/Kirsten/Sandy/Rachel action.
I'm actually having a good time writing this fic, besides from the fact it can get VERY confusing. lol.