A/N: With apologies to I Dream of Jeannie, Barbara Eden, et al. No offense meant, just good clean fun. Or good dirty fun. Also, just to be clear, I don't own Blood Ties, because if I did Henry and Vicki would be together, Mike would find himself a good woman who's not Vicki and ...well, you get the point. Please read and review and have a laugh.

Part 21

She woke again about an hour before dawn. Stretched and realized Henry wasn't in bed with her. Vicki reached around looking for the shirt she'd been wearing, but when she found it, she knew that wasn't going to work. Half the buttons were missing from the neck down. She was glad Henry wasn't in the bed with her. He would have felt her turning red thinking about their early morning. And the night before and the night before that.

Oh, get a grip, Vicki. You've got a case to finish. She got up, grabbed another shirt and a pair of Henry's sweat pants and headed for the living room, almost running into him at the door. He searched her face, his smile coming and going as his hands reached up bracket her head, gently kissing her.

"I can smell you." He whispered against her mouth. She felt the blood rush to her face.

"You've got to stop that or we'll never get anything done."

"I like what we've been getting done."

"I meant work related getting it done, not jumping each other at the drop of a hat getting it done."

"Oh. Sorry." The look on his face said he was unabashedly not sorry.

"Never mind. Where's Amar?"

"In his bottle. You know, I tried looking down the neck of it to inside. It's nothing like on t.v. with that blonde woman. You can't see anything except the swirling mist."

"That blonde woman's name was Barbara Eden, the show was I Dream of Jeannie and please stop picking on her. I liked that show."

"Yeah," Henry nodded, "you would've looked great in that outfit."

"I wanted her power, but I would not have been caught dead in that getup."

"So I guess if we ever play dress up, it's likely you won't be wearing the genie outfit."

"It would be more likely that you would be wearing it, Henry. There's an idea!" That brought a smile to her face. "Now, can we please focus."

He turned toward the bottle, "Amar, would you come out here please."

The mist rose and settled in front of them. "How may I serve you, HenryVicki?"

"O K first, please, please stop asking 'How may I serve you.'"

"As you say, Henryvicki."

"And second," he sighed, "My name is Henry, hers is Vicki. It's not one name, it's two. Two names for two people."

"But I serve you both. That can happen only if you are considered one person. One person, one name."

He turned to Vicki, "This is going to get complicated."

She raised her eyebrow, "No shit. We're just going to have to worry about that later. Amar, can you bring Grimm's 'cooked books' here to us?"

"Yes."

"Please, do it now." She steeled herself, knowing that if anything went wrong, they were no where near ready for it.

"As you say."

Henry and Vicki stood behind the sofa while Amar raised his lower arms, palms facing up. As they watched, half a dozen books, standard ledger size materialized, on the coffee table, along with a dozen or so CDs. At first it was like they were looking at ghostly vision of the things. Then they slowly became more solid. They waited. Amar's arms returned to his side.

"It is done."

They'd stood there and watched it, and still Vicki was having trouble closing her mouth. My life is never going to be the same again. I'm in love with a vampire, I have a djinn for a servant, and I've just watched books materialize out of thin air. When did this become the norm? Shake it off, Nelson. Remember Lainey and Kevin. The sooner you get these to Mike, the sooner the investigation gets started and the sooner Grimm ends up in prison with Bubba.

They sat down with the ledgers, and started, appropriately enough, with the book marked 1.

"I'm no accountant, but these look pretty interesting."

"Yeah, let's hope these take care of old Tony the way they took care of Capone."

"Capone was a thug."

"Of course he was. But be that as it may, it still took an accountant to bring him down. How do we get these to Mike without him knowing it was us?"

"Amar can materialize them somewhere he's sure to find them." Henry turned to Amar, who was standing silently by the window. "Can't you?"

"Of course."

"Okay," Vicki said, "That's settled. Where?"

"Mike's front porch steps?"

"No." Vicki shook her head. "He'd know it was us."

"His desk at the precinct?"

"Better." She nodded.

"How about we just fed ex them to him. Can we do that anonymously?"

"In these times, probably not. Oh," the light bulb went off, "how about this? We get a FedEx box, then get Amar to transport that, with the books in it to Mike's desk."

They turned towards the djinn, "Can you do that?" Henry asked.

"Only if you are where the box is to be sent. I can't send something to a place I haven't seen."

"Crap."

"Not a problem." Henry shrugged, "I can go there, get in and wait by Celluci's desk until the box materializes. I can get out without anyone seeing me, and if they do see me, I'll just use my mojo."

"I didn't think you did mojo." She pushed her glasses up her nose.

He waggled his eyebrows, "I'm trying to be a good boyfriend."

"Oh." Why is that making me grin? "That's nice." She shook her head again, "Somehow you and the word boyfriend just don't seem to go together. We're going to have to find another word for you." Vicki looked at her watch. "It's almost time for you to get a nap isn't it?"

"Yes. Sunrise is close. We need to hide the books before you go. After that, what are you going to do today?" He looked at her, pushing her hair back off her shoulders.

"Go get a FedEx box for our present, call a friend of mine and see what she can make of these numbers. Then tonight, we deliver them."

"Good plan." He kept touching her hair.

"Thank you." She reached for his face. When her fingers made contact, his eyes closed and he leaned in. She smells like me now. She's mine. She'll always be mine.

They stood close, facing each other. He could feel her heat. And he could feel Amar watching them. He turned toward the djinn

"Uh, Amar," Henry stood a little taller, and in his best royal voice, "do you mind getting back in the bottle for a minute?"

"As you say."

"Thank you." He bowed slightly.

When Amar was gone, he turned to Vicki. "Be careful today. We supposedly made a clean getaway last night, but for all we know, Grimm could have other means of protecting himself. Keep Amar close, he should be able to afford you some protection. I won't be able watch your back until sunset, and I don't like it."

"I'll be careful. I promise."

"Good. I've got to go now." He leaned in and kissed her. Left her breathless. When he pulled back, he moved his thumb to her lower lip and moved it back and forth. "Please be here when I wake up tonight. I love you."

"I'm pretty sure nothing could keep me away. And you don't have to keep saying it, you know. I believe you."

"I know. I just like saying it."

"Fine. Say it all you want. Later." She gently pushed him towards the bedroom. "I'm not dragging your ass in there if you keel over out here."

"Ah, it must be love, Miss Nelson."

"Shut up."

Henry shut the doors to the bedroom and Vicky walked over to the bottle and asked Amar to come out.

"Can you change your clothes into something a little more…..contemporary?"

"Of course."

"Then, please, do. It's a little disconcerting, you being dressed like that. I'm going to call for a cab."

"A cab? Is there nowhere I can transport us?"

"Maybe later. I don't know if my heart could take that right now." She waved a hand at him, "Please, change clothes. I'll call for a cab."

She hid the books and twenty minutes later, they were walking up the stairs to Nelson Investigations. Vicki could hear voices inside and pulled and expanded the asp from her purse, along with her keys. As quietly as she could, she opened the door. And heard Coreen's voice. Talking to Mike.

Great! I haven't even had coffee yet. She pushed open the door.