Jailbreaks

Why do girls always go for the bad boys? And would you break me out of jail? Ryan/Jenny, post-Anatomy of a Murder.

"Hold the door please!" Jenny called, dashing through the lobby to the elevator. She squeaked through the doors right before they closed and heaved a sigh of relief before digging through her purse to find her keys. "Thanks."

"No problem, Jen," her elevator mate said.

Jenny whipped her head up and saw Kevin leaning against the other side of the elevator. "Kevin! I was afraid I'd be home later than you." Jenny walked across the elevator and hugged Kevin. "I was taking Bianca to the doctor. Her husband had a meeting rescheduled that he couldn't miss. How was your day?" She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, wrapping her arm around his waist and cuddling close.

"Doctor murdered, mobster involved, espionage, galaxies, jail breaks..." Kevin trailed off and grinned at Jenny. "You know, the regular stuff."
Jenny laughed. "You call that a normal day?"

"Normal for Beckett's team, at least," Kevin conceded. "Sometimes I think they make sure we get the wacky cases so Castle doesn't get bored and leave."

"I thought you said Captain Montgomery only lets him stay around because the mayor likes him." Jenny teased.

"That too." Kevin stuck his arm out to hold the door when they arrived at the third floor and waved Jenny out of the elevator.

"Wait a minute – how was there a galaxy in your case?" Jenny asked, taking Kevin's hand as they walked out of the elevator.

"Metaphorically speaking only," Kevin reassured her. "There was this guy, Greg, and he convinced a whole group of female doctors to do little favours for him that ended up helping his girlfriend escape from prison. That was the Galaxy of Greg."

"He cheated on his girlfriend to get her out of jail? Wait – was she innocent?" Jenny asked.

"No, that's the thing! He was their friend, not their lover," Kevin explained. "And yeah, she was innocent, or at least we think she is – Beckett batted her eyes at Montgomery and he called in a favour with a friend of his at Justice and she's getting a retrial."

"I'm sure Beckett did more than bat her eyes, sweetheart," Jenny chided.

"Yeah, she probably had to volunteer to be on munchkin duty the next time Cap wants to go on a date with his wife." Kevin laughed and opened the front door of their apartment.

Jenny ducked inside and pulled a curtsey in thanks, grinning at him.

"Hey – you would break me out of jail, right Jen?" Kevin asked curiously.

"Honey, I'm an Art and substitute English teacher." Jenny should on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Of course I wouldn't break you out. I would make Javier and Kate do it." Jenny grinned. "Since it would probably be their fault you were in jail anyway." Jenny winked.

Kevin burst out laughing and spent a couple of minutes chuckling before composing himself. "Let me just get changed and then we can go out for dinner. You do still want to go, right?"

"Yes please!" Jenny exclaimed. "I need to get changed too. Apparently," she made air quotes around the word and stuck her tongue out at Kevin, "my kids don't know that paint splatters when you wave the brush around. I have a rainbow on my shirt."

"No way," Kevin tugged her closer and unbuttoned her jacket. "You got caught in the middle of a paint fight?" He opened Jenny's jacket and gaped at the mosaic of colour on top of the purple shirt. "…Were you looking for a new tie dye shirt?" Kevin asked, biting his cheek to keep from laughing.

"It's not permanent, smartass," Jenny replied, shrugging her jacket off the rest of the way and dropping it on the couch before kicking her shoes off. "And that joke was lame, sweetheart. I already got one about Jenny and the Technicolor Dream Coat and another about the Skittles rainbow really existing." She winked at Kevin.

"Jenny and the Technicolor Dream Coat," Kevin mused, snapping a quick picture of her on his phone. "I like it."

Jenny heard the click of the camera and whirled around. "Kevin, what are you doing with that?"

Kevin whistled innocently. "Nothing…just sending it to the team."

"Oooh, don't you dare!" Jenny pounced on him and they went tumbling over the arm of the couch, landing on the cushions. Jenny recovered first and snatched the phone out of his hand, holding it above her head. "You are not getting this back until tomorrow."

"What, like detention?"

"Exactly like detention." Jenny pecked Kevin on the cheek and stood up, tucking his phone in her back pocket. "I'm going to get changed and you can do the same before we go out."

"Aren't kids in detention not allowed to go anywhere? That's sort of why it's called detention, right? They're detained." Kevin teased her.

"You're on phone detention, Kev." Jenny grinned. "I'll bring it with me in case Javier or Kate calls and it's a case, but you're not allowed to have it otherwise."

Kevin pouted. "You're a strict teacher."

"You should stop making fun of your girlfriend then." Jenny winked and skipped into the bedroom. "So tell me about this mobster!" Jenny called, tossing her shirt in the hamper and shimmying out of her jeans, pulling a skirt and a light sweater out of the closet. It was a little too chilly to want to wear short sleeves at night.

"He was a big shot drug dealer and gun runner in Colombia about a dozen years ago. Tough guy, one you don't want to mess with. Which is why he made such a great suspect at the beginning. He'd hired the doctor because he was sick and they ended up falling in love; meanwhile the DA had her investigating stolen medicine at the hospital she worked at, only his brother thought that she was investigating them and to protect the family he killed her and hid her in someone else's coffin." Kevin's voice got progressively closer as he spoke, and Jenny glanced over her shoulder as she wriggled into her skirt to spot Kevin in the doorway of their bedroom.

"You should be getting dressed too, Kev." Jenny grinned and pulled her sweater over her head, glancing down at her toes. She had a pair of brown boots that would look amazing with the teal skirt, and everything went with white – which was part of the reason she'd bought the sweater in the first place. Fall, spring – Jenny could wear it to school, out with Kevin or her friends and it complimented every other piece of clothing in her wardrobe.

"Very nice, Duffy," Kevin complimented her, giving Jenny a quick squeeze.

Jenny reached up and gently loosened Kevin's tie, pulling it over his head. "Leave the tie at home, okay? I want fun Kevin, not office Kevin."

"I can be fun with a tie on!" Kevin exclaimed, pretending to be offended.

"Once in a blue moon, maybe." Jenny smiled. "It's not a bad thing, Kevin. You just automatically act more serious when you're dressed for work. And ties are not exactly loungewear, if you know what I mean."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Kevin teased. "Do you mean we're going to see a lounge singer? Perhaps eating in a lounge chair? Because you certainly can't mean we're just lounging when you look that good. I need to show you off to the rest of the world and make them jealous."

Jenny laughed and tossed Kevin's tie at him, giggling when he didn't catch it and it smacked him in the face. "Go get ready Kev, the reservation is in an hour and if we're late...well, we're going to have a lot of people suggesting we were a little too distracted to keep our eyes on the clock." Jenny winked and ducked into the bathroom to touch up her makeup. Paint and foundation really didn't mix. She kept an eye on Kevin in the bathroom mirror, giggling as he cycled through the clothes in the closet looking for something to wear.

"Hey, Jen, explain something to me," Kevin called, finally deciding on a grey sweater and a pair of jeans.

"I'll try! What's up?" Jenny dusted some blush onto her cheekbones.

"Why do girls always go for the bad guys?" His voice was muffled as he pulled his sweater on over his head.

"Because we like home improvement projects?" Jenny shrugged and leaned against the door jamb, shamelessly watching Kevin change. "When we see the good in someone we try and bring it out – and sometimes we can, sometimes we can't. Plus, every girl wants to date a bad boy at some point. Because deep down, we all want to the be Sandy to somebody's Danny." Jenny winked at her boyfriend and kissed him softly, smoothing out the neckline of his sweater. "You look very handsome."

"And like lots of fun?" Kevin teased, holding her close and deepening the kiss.

"Oh, tons," Jenny teased back breathlessly. "And we still have time to get to the restaurant before our reservations!"

Kevin rubbed his thumb over her hip and smiled. "Or we could call and move them back an hour?"

"Kev, I just got dressed," Jenny teased. "Besides, Maddie will make fun of us when we get to Q3."

"She won't," Kevin promised, kissing Jenny lightly. "Cross my heart."

Jenny dragged her decision out for a minute, enjoying the look of consternation that crossed her boyfriend's face. "Well…sure." She said finally, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Kevin firmly. "But I want more than just a quickie." Jenny giggled at the look on Kevin's face. "If I'm moving my plans around for you…" she looked at Kevin and gave him her best pout, "...if we had a late dinner we could also go for a carriage ride after."

"And you know those are just overpriced tourist traps, Jen." Kevin replied.

"You'd think you'd never been on a carriage ride before," Jenny teased, walking backwards towards the bed. She paused and glanced at Kevin. "Oh my god, you've never been on a carriage ride before, have you? You've lived in New York for how long?" Jenny stuck her tongue out at Kevin.

Kevin returned the favour and stuck his tongue out at Jenny. "My whole life, thanks. So?"

"Hon, you're missing out." Jenny grinned. "It's fun and romantic and a little ridiculous."

"Oh, it's all that?" Kevin asked, winking.

"It would be fun to go on a carriage ride with you," Jenny said.

"Okay," Kevin agreed. "We can do that."

Jenny beamed. "Aw, Kevin. You're the best." She started unbuttoning her sweater. "Now go move our reservations and get your cute butt back here."