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Bohemian Rhapsody
John sat on Fin's couch, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. Fin walked into the room, tossing a pillow at John to wake him up.
"Get up man, just got a call from Cragen. You get a text yet?" he asked.
John looked over at his phone, and sure enough there was a text waiting from Cragen.
He had not heard from Jodi yet, and John knew for a fact that in this situation, he had gone to far.
He had verbally abused his wife, as well as accused her of cheating. What was he supposed to do though? Any time she was with another man, his thoughts automatically went to the Elliot situation. How exactly was he really supposed to trust her?
He had spared Fin the details, only letting slip the slut part. It was his fault, he knew that. He only prayed that Jodi would forgive him. There as no way in hell he could go through another divorce.
Standing up, John stretched quickly before sighing.
"I'm going to go grab a shower. Give me ten." he said.
Fin nodded, and as John began to walk away he stopped him.
"John!"
He turned around.
"Don't worry, things will work out between you."
"I hope." he sighed, before looking down at trudging to the bathroom. He really hoped so.
"Jodi!"
Jodi turned around, wincing as her neck protested in pain to find Nick, running down the hall towards her.
"Hey you, long time no see." she smiled.
"Hey, congratulations." he said.
"...What?" Jodi asked, looking at him carefully with no hint as to what he was talking about.
"I'm in pit for Swan Lake and we saw the postings. Congratulations."
Jodi hesitated for a moment, before her heart leaped in her chest.
"Wait...are you saying...I got the part?" she asked.
Nick stood for a moment.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you knew already. Yeah, you got the lead."
Jodi stood in shock for a moment, before jumping up and down happily, shrieking with glee.
"OH MY GOD!" she yelled happily, before leaning in and sweeping Nick into a massive hug.
He clutched her body tighter than he should have, and Jodi wrenched herself from his grip gently before remembering something else.
"What about Alexander? Did he make it?" she asked.
"You mean that foreign guy? Yeah, he got Rothgar or whatever."
"Rothbart." she corrected him, before crossing her arms and silently thinking. Rothbart was still a leading part, and a demanding one at that. Almost more important than the prince.
She nodded.
"I have to go find him!" she exclaimed, before giving him a wave and sprinting down the hall.
As she did so, she ran into a tall brunette woman with a long neck and light blue eyes.
"Sorry." she said, stepping out of her way but the woman stopped her.
"You're Jodi Munch?" the woman asked.
Jodi nodded carefully, turning back around.
"Clarissa Freidtz. I'm the director of Swan Lake."
"Oh! Hello!" Jodi exclaimed, sticking out her hand.
Clarissa shook it loosely, before dropping it.
"I saw the tape of your audition. You really are quite something Mrs. Munch. There was no doubt in my mind that you would be perfect for this part."
"Thankyou." Jodi blushed humbly, bowing her head the smallest bit as the woman complimented her.
"However, there is an issue here. You are by no means overweight, but in this world...your size tends to be a nuisance. How much do you weigh dear?"
"135." Jodi said softly, her hands immediacy flying to her already flat stomach.
"Okay. Mid-week weigh-in next Wednesday. I want you to lose five pounds. Got it?"
"...Okay."
"You smoke?"
"Yeah but not right now. I just had kids and I'm breastfeeding."
"Well that's too bad. I don't care what you do. Cleanses, purging, whatever as long as you're not sagging. Got it?"
Jodi nodded, lowering her head. Was she really that heavy?
"See you around." she said, giving Jodi a quick wave before turning around.
Jodi remained where she stood, never feeling so alone and hurt than she was now. And she had no one to talk to about it either.
She needed John.
Betsy and Anthony sat next to each other, digging into a large bowl of Cheetoh's as they stared at the ceiling with bloodshot and glazed eyes.
"You know, the ceiling kind of looks like it's melting." Anthony said slowly, reaching into the bowl and grabbing another.
"Yeah...yeah...yeah. Yeah." Betsy replied.
Whenever the two got together it seemed to always be a haze of marijuana and various other drugs, but it was much better than sitting at home and banging some brainless bimbo then waking up with an itch the next morning.
Instead, he just enjoyed his time with her, getting high and laying all over her.
Looking at her profile, Anthony continued to study her beautiful face. God he was gorgeous. All he could imagine was shoving all of himself inside of her and making her scream and moan beneath him. Show her exactly what it was like to be with a man.
All he wanted to do was touch her tits, run his hands down her tattooed body. God she was hot, and he wanted to love every single inch of her.
"Betsy?" he said, turning to her.
"Hm?"
"Have you ever been with a guy before?"
She did not hesitate, and chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, back before I really realized that I wasn't straight."
"How did you know? I mean, did you like it?"
"Well, it wasn't terrible. It just wasn't...you know, what I'm interested in."
Anthony hesitated, before sitting back in his seat on the couch and drawing his attention from her lips.
So much for that attempt at a relationship.
Jodi choked down a cleanse of cayenne pepper, syrup, lemon juice, and water. After she was done she slammed the glass down, and wiped her mouth before turning around.
Her first "meal" on her new diet until the next week. She sighed deeply, and walked out of the kitchen.
As she did so, sh all put ran into John in the hall.
He was still wearing his coat, covered in huge snowflakes.
Jodi said nothing, only looked down and there was a tense silence in the air before she sighed.
"So you're back?" she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"I needed more clothes." John shrugged.
Jodi sighed. They were going to have to talk about this, sooner or later.
"Come on." she said, leading him to the kitchen.
He followed her without argument, and they walked into the kitchen before Jodi sat down at the island bar, pulling the chair out beside her.
John sat down awkwardly, before Jodi began.
"We need to talk." she started.
"Yeah...listen, I'm really sorry about last night I never meant-"
She cut him off abruptly.
"No John, you're not."
As she said it, John looked at her, his face becoming wildly emotional.
"What? How can you say that?" he exclaimed, but once again Jodi stopped him.
"John, you're not sorry. You meant every word I said...and, I suppose that's my fault. We can't do this."
John stared at her for a moment.
"Wait...are you saying you want a divorce?"
"What? No! No! But because of what happened with Elliot, you're never going to trust me or get over the fact. John...I really think we need to see a marriage counselor."
He froze, leaning forward and putting his face in his hands.
"Jodi...I..."
"It doesn't mean we're going to get a divorce John, it just means we can become stronger and more confident that nothing like this happens again. I love me, and I know that you love me but we can't make this work unless we trust one another. 'Till death do us part. I plan to stay faithful to that, not matter what happens. Besides, we have three kids. They need a father."
The two sat in silence once more, and Jodi did not dare herself to look into his eyes.
"Okay." he said, finally meeting her eyes.
Jodi nodded.
"Okay, why don't you take the guest bedroom on the third floor."
John nodded once again, before standing up. Jodi stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder gently before walking out of the room.
As soon as she left the tears began to flow, and she felt the wet drops fall down her cheeks as they spilled involuntarily from her eyes.
She sighed as she walked up the stairs, hoping with all of her might that everything would turn out alright.