Rifiuto: Non Miriena

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"Morning Fargo!"

The Director of GD looked up. He turned, and had to do a double take as his Chief of Security strode past, her long raven hair tumbling down her back in waves. The sleeves of her blouse were gone, exposing her shoulders, and the last two buttons were undone on her blouse, showing her taut stomach.

"Good... morning, Jo." He replied, watching her disappear down the hall before going back into his office. When she'd rounded the corner, she took off running, skidding down the hall and around the corner, headed for the research lab. Sliding through the doors, she lost her footing and slammed into Zane, who was going to work on something new.

"Oh, sorry! Hey bitches! Who's up for a coffee break?" She burst out laughing as he helped her stand, and after a moment, he pulled away and stared at her.

"Um... are you okay, Carter?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. She stared at him confused.

"Carter? Do I look like the sheriff?" She asked, moving towards him. He stepped back, bumping into the computers. "The name's Lupo. Jo Lupo." She said, reaching up to run her fingers throug his hair. He reached up and pulled her hand away.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. I'm just... having fun. I know!" Her eyes lit up. "Let's go make out in the broom closet! For fun."

He nodded, and pushed her into a nearby chair. "You sit here. Stay here." After making sure she decided to stay put, he grabbed his cell. "Come on, Carter. Pick up."

The phone rang and he set his cup of coffee down.

"Sheriff Carter... Zane? What's... whoa, whoa, Zane slow down. What's wrong? Jo's what?... Okay, I'll be right there."

As he drove down to GD, he didn't notice his wife heading in the opposite direction, making a beeline for Cafe Diem.

He rushed through the halls of GD, Zane met him halfway. "Where is she?"

"She was in the research lab, and I turn my back to call you, and she's gone. I have no idea where she went." Jack rolled his eyes.

"This is why I can't be trusted to leave my wife alone for more than five minutes." He turned back to Zane. "I'll find her. Zane, can you try to get a GPS reading on Jo?"

The younger man nodded. "Yeah. I'm on it."

Once he headed into the hall, he pulled his cell out and dialed Jo's number. "Come on, Jojo, pick up." It rang for several minutes, before finally,

"Hello?"

"Oh thank god. Where are you?"

"Who is this?"

"Wh... what do you mean who is this? This is your husband, Jo! Remember?" She was silent, seeming to think. "I don't... have a husband. Sorry. I don't know you." And with that, she hung up the call. He groaned, slipped his phone back into his pocket and rushed from GD.

The door shut behind him and he moved through the house, keeping quiet. He was silent as he made his way upstairs, passing by the girls' rooms. The door to their bedroom was ajar, and as he stepped inside, he found clothes scattered about the floor. Shoes pointed towards the bathroom, and as he reached for the door, he saw a black lace bra hanging from the knob. Steam hit him full force as the door swung open.

The shower was going, and he could hear someone singing at the top of their lungs. He stepped over a blouse with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of slacks; a pair of high heels sat guarding the shower, and he found a pair of black lace panties laying in the middle of the room. After a moment of listening to the voice- that definately belonged to his wife- he reached out and slid the shower door away.

Jo stood under the showerhead, water dripping from her body to the tile floor like rain. Her hair was a mess of shampoo lather atop her head, and her eyes were closed. He stood for several minutes just admiring her, letting his eyes roam the curve of her body, the concave tautness of her once-more flat stomach, and the muscles of her legs. He remembered that she'd said she hadn't danced since she was a kid, but she certainly had the body of a dancer- despite her years as an Army Ranger. For several moments, he couldn't believe that she'd actually had his child. She certainly didn't look like she'd had a baby five years earlier.

She was so content, and he hated to disrupt her, but he had no choice. Taking a deep breath, he said,

"I finally found you."

Her eyes snapped open and she looked over at him. At first, horror crossed her pretty face, but then she relaxed and realized that he was the one she'd talked to on the phone.

"You must be... my 'husband'!" She said, giving him a wide smile. He chuckled, smiling at her.

"Yeah, I am. I'm Jack. Carter-"

"So you must be the Carter that that guy called me."

"What guy?" He asked, stepping into the shower with her, ignoring the fact that he was getting soaked.

"This... really annoying guy at GD. He called me Carter. I told him that wasn't my name. It's Lupo... and come to think of it, he was kind of cute." She giggled like Jenna or Erica when they were excited about something, and he moved towards her until she was backed up against the wall. He let his eyes roam over her body, noticing the steady rise and fall of her breasts. He couldn't deny the jealousy that was running up his spine at the mention of Zane.

"Look, you have to listen to me, Jojo. I'm your husband. We've been married for almost six years, and we have a daughter together. Okay? Now I don't know why you're suddenly acting like a teenager, but we need to figure it out, and we need to figure it out by the time we have to pick the girls up from school. So finish your shower, and meet me in our bedroom. Got it?" She nodded, reaching out to run her hands over his chest.

"I like it when guys get all demanding." She leaned up to kiss him, and he pulled away, knowing that if he kissed her, he'd never step out of the shower, and only succeed in stripping off his wet clothes and joining her for a romp under the showerhead.