Andrea had shoved Zane down the hall pulling Jo through the door to the room Andrea slept in as a child. The first thing Jo noticed was that the bunk beds that Andrea had used as a young girl was a California king bed with a dark green plush comforter. The walls had been painted a comfortable beige and the pink furniture had been traded out for a beautiful dark mahogany set. Jo absently brushed her fingers over the door frame where a small burn mark resided from an ill attempt at roasting marshmallows inside.

She heard Andrea behind her and she walked toward the other end of the room, putting her suitcase down.

"Jay…"

"It's fine Andrea." She turned, biting her lip. Andrea's eyebrow quirked up and she closed the door. Andrea could always tell when someone was lying. She clicked the lock on the door and placed herself on the bed. Jo sighed and sat next to her. "Locked?"

"How long do you think it will keep him out?"

"With both of us together in here, with a bed? Three minutes." Andrea laughed, turning to face her, crossing her legs Indian style.

"What is bothering you?"

How was Jo supposed to explain that the man she was in love with was down the hall with some almost stranger possessing his body? Her palm still tingled from where his lips had pressed against it. She knew that it was simply to get a rise out of her, how was he supposed to know that it was something he had done before? Something that he did whenever he was groveling, or whenever one of them was sick.

"Sorry about the hand thing. I was so happy that you guys made it that I didn't really think through what would happen if Zane saw me kiss you."

"It's ok. Just… hurts." Her heart had fluttered when he had done that, and then broke when she remembered that he didn't remember the first time he had done that.

"So… have you told him?" Andrea asked. Jo could tell that she already knew the answer with the tone she used.

"No. I can't. The more people who know…"

"Yeah yeah yeah." Jo smiled and looked over, Andrea brushing the curls out of her eyes. "And he would probably want to know all the science and all the steps and he would try to recreate it and then the shit hits the fan." Jo nodded, glancing out the window toward the field behind Andrea's house.

"You do know that any or all flirting with Zane is strictly to piss off the General right?" Jo glanced over at her friend, remembering Zane touching her arm earlier.

"It's ok you know." She said, glancing down at her lap. "If you do have feelings for him." When Andrea didn't answer Jo looked over to her.

"Jo I might be a lot of talk but I would never…" Jo shook her head. She knew that Andrea would never intentionally fall for Zane.

"He is a great guy you know. I would understand." Andrea breathed in a sigh, shifting so that she was now facing Jo on the bed.
"Jo. I know that Zane is a great guy. I am friends with him. And beside the fact that I will want to know every little detail about the what I am assuming is mind blowing sex, I won't ever have feelings for him. He is yours." Jo laughed slightly. "I always want to know about sex, good bad or otherwise and you know that."

"Good to know." Jo's eyes fell closed as Andrea glanced down at her watch. They hadn't even heard the lock being picked and Zane has chosen the perfect time, for him, to join the conversation. "Anyone specific you are talking about?" He asked. Jo glanced over to see Zane leaning casually against the door frame, that stupid smirk on his face.

"Three minutes on the dot. No one you would know Clarky." Andrea said. The name caught Jo off guard and she blinked over. "Superman got old and he can't fly. Plus I'm sure he does look rather sexy in glasses." She said, throwing a smirk at the man in the door frame. Before Zane's mouth could talk they heard the door open, the General announcing that he was home from the airport. Andrea lunged off the bed practically punching Jo in the face in the process and slammed into Zane on her way downstairs.

"Didn't think she liked her dad that much." Zane said as Jo walked passed him.

"Oh she doesn't. But her brother is another story."

E

Jo was smiling at him. A full smile, white teeth showing, lips stretched wide. And it was aimed toward him. He knew that leaning in and getting a repeat of the kiss in the Sheriffs' office wasn't the best idea, no matter how badly he wanted to.

"TIM!" The squeal was so loud he thought he had permanently gone deaf. If possible, Jo's smiled widened as she bound downstairs. Zane followed at a slower pace. Jo was hugging someone who was standing next to General Mansfield. The man was about his height, with Andrea's blonde hair. He sauntered down to stand on the bottom stair and shoved his hands into his pocket. The showing of family display was making him slightly uncomfortable. And jealous.

As wonderful has his mom had been the thirteen short years he had lived at home, they weren't exactly touchy feely.

"Donovan?" Zane pulled his cocky smile back into place and looked to the General.

"Thanks for having me." That vein in the General's forehead starting throbbing and Zane allowed his smirk to strengthen.

"Andera." Andrea pulled out of the mess of arms that was Jo and her brother and glanced at Zane.

"I told you he was coming to thanksgiving daddy." It took everything in Zane not to laugh out loud. The sudden sweetness and innocence that spread across Andrea's face made her look like a baby deer.

"And I said no."

"Who is this?" Zane's attention was pulled to the young man, around his age, in army fatigues.

"Tim Mansfield, Zane Donovan." Jo said.

"The Zane Donovan?" Tim asked dropping his bag. Tim looked at him, and Zane just allowed it to happen. He could have said something snotty and insensitive but Andrea was clinging to her brothers arm like he was a god.

"Nice to meet you." Zane replied.

"Billy?" Denny was there again and Mrs. Mansfield stole her sons attention.

"Oh yes. Mom's homemade cranberry sauce." Andrea was suddenly next to him, linking her arm through his elbow.

"Told you." She said leaning her chin against his shoulder. Zane smiled down at his friend and slightly rolled his eyes. He knew that all her touching was going to happen and he didn't really mind; she was hot. But he had kissed her before and while she was a woman and all, it was one of the strangest kisses he had ever experienced. There was literally nothing that he felt except lips on his. He couldn't really explain it. "It's the best on the east coast." She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek before following her family into the kitchen.

Dinner was an interesting affair. Andrea's hands had slipped under the table to squeeze his knee without warning and causing him to jump. The General looked as if his head was going to explode so Zane stayed as quiet as he could. Despite the attention from Andrea and, politely, her mother Zane couldn't help but notice Jo was paying more attention to Tim than anyone else. He tried to let himself know that just because Jo had somehow gotten his grandmothers ring didn't mean she belonged to him. In fact, she was still avoiding the topic as much as possible.

"So Jo." Zane watched as Jo focused across the table. "How are things in your personal life going in that town?" Denny had asked politely, taking a sip of her wine. It didn't go unnoticed that Andrea's hand had clenched into his thigh at the question. He glanced down at the blond, only to see her looking across him at her friend. Jo laughed slightly and smiled.

"It's complicated." Jo muttered.

"Holy crap. Jo Lupo, you love someone." Zane chocked on a small piece of something. Had Jo been in love with Tagart? Tim was laughing as he nudged Jo. "I can't believe that hardass Lupo is in love with someone."

"Tim." Denny scolded. Zane had picked up that Jo and Tim had served together very shortly over sees.

"Sorry Mom. This is hard to believe. Jo said she was never going to fall in love."

"Tiny." Zane looked over; the extremely defensive look in Andrea's eyes was something he had never thought of.

"It's fine Andrea. I guess you could… um say that." Jo muttered. Zane's mouth went dry again as that beautiful flush crept into Jo's cheeks.

"How do you know its love?" Tim asked loudly. Zane was starting to see the resemblance between the soldier and his sister.

"You don't have to indulge Tim." Denny said.

"Come on. Her brothers kept everyone away from her. Do you have any idea how many of us at West Point wanted to take her out."

"Thanks Tiny. I love it when you hit on my friends." Zane could practically feel the blood vessels breaking under her fingers and dropped his hand to hers. The small circular pattern he applied to the back of her hand was something his mother had always used to calm him.

"Um. It's just someone in town." Zane looked over to her confused; Tagart wasn't in town at the moment.

"Come on Jo, I have to know that this guy is good enough for you." Jo twirled a piece of lettuce on her fork and breathed in.

"He is great." Jo said, not meeting anyone's eyes. "He is funny and being Eureka, a genius."

"Sounds like a crush not love." Tim said.

"It's just… the why I feel when he walks in the room. When he smiles, everything seems better. Like the world isn't going to end." Zane felt his chest tighten. He couldn't place how he felt about Jo being in love with someone but it sure sounded like she was. He felt Andrea squeeze his thigh one more time and remove her hand.

"So Zane…." She said loudly, pulling the attention from Jo, who was staring at her plate. "How do you think the new firewalls around the CIA are working?" Zane smiled, but heard Tim and the General choke this time.

"What have you gotten into since I left?" Tim asked.

"Nothing, officially." The smirk she shot Zane made him scowl. The General simply growled. Zane glanced over at Jo who was still staring at her plate.

E

"So every time Zane smiles you think the world is a better place." Jo sighed and put down the magazine she was reading as Andrea curled up on the bed. Jo looked down at her friend, gold eyes blinking above that stupid wicked smirk.

"I never said it was Zane." She said quietly. Andrea sucked a big breath.

"But it is."

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Jo focused on the wall, needing too but not wanting to know the answer.

"It's a thong." Jo scowled.

"Not that question." Andrea smiled and scooted into a sitting position.

"What is the question?"

"Why did you kiss him?" She asked, barely able to state the fact out loud. Andrea had kissed Zane, after Jo had told her everything about the trip to 1947. How her heart had been shattered and all she wanted was for Zane to say 'hey it was a joke to get back at you not answering me. I love you jojo, let's get married.'

"When did I kiss him?" Jo rolled her eyes. Ok so maybe it wasn't a lingering passion between the two, despite the reassurance from Andrea earlier.

"At GD. Zoe saw you."

"Oh yeah." Andrea shifted, tugging her shirt down to cover her stomach. She smiled at Jo. "I saw Zoe walk in." Jo turned to her. That was not the answer she had been anticipating. Andrea nodded. "I saw Zoe walk in, assuming she was looking for Zane so I kissed him to piss her off. And it worked." Andrea shrugged, remembering the blow out from Jo's office.

"So you really don't have feelings for him." Andrea gave her a face, sliding down under the covers.

"He's yours honey. And like I said earlier, you will have to give me all the details of the amazing sex. Since I can't touch him, I have to live vicariously through you when it comes to Zane." Jo laughed, relaxing more than she had allowed since the pet name "Dre" dropped from Zane's lips. "You should kiss him more. He has an amazing mouth."

"I know." Jo said.

"Oh details please. Where was his mouth?" Andrea rolled onto her side, smiling wickedly at the thought. Of course, remembering the last time that Zane's mouth had been latched onto her neck brought back the memory of what his hands had been doing at the time and she felt the heat in the room rise. "Did you need him,' cause I can go get him." Andrea said. Jo growled in response.

"He isn't the same person."

"No he's not. Hey am I?" Andrea was then perched, Indian style next to her. Jo was thankful for the central heating as Andrea's movements pulled the comforter from her shoulders and her tank top was not exactly warm. She looked up at the expectant look on her friends face.

"Yes. The exact same. And everything we did as little kids is the same. The only thing in my life that really changed was Zane and my job." Andrea nodded.

"But those are the two biggest things." Jo nodded, she had to agree.