Title: Before Patrol
Theme: Waiting
Pairing: None
Rating: T
85. Waiting
"So," Jazz said lightly. "What's your natural hair color?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "How do you know it's not black?"
"Blonde hair and red hair can do several different things." Jazz crossed her arms. "Black isn't one of them."
"Does it matter?"
She looked the younger girl up and down, squinting and going through genetic formulas in her head to figure out the odds of each hair color. "I'm just curious about whether you're a blonde or a redhead. I can't tell. You could be either, and you don't have any siblings to narrow it down."
"You know, this could be bringing up a tragic family history of adultery," Sam pointed out. "What's wrong with black hair, anyway? Danny has black hair."
"So does my dad. Your dad is blonde."
"We're the most Aryan Jewish family to walk the Earth," Sam conceded. "Besides, if you want to know, just ask Danny."
"Danny?" she yelped.
"Your brother? Yea high?" She held her hand up about an inch above her head.
"How does he know?"
Sam snorted. "The obvious way."
Her eyes widened and she called. "Danny!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he said, rushing down the stairs. "It's just patrol, calm down."
"How do you know Sam's natural hair color?" she said in a rush.
"Because her mom has baby pictures all over the house and she always complains about how Sam ruins her hair." He shrugged, smiling at Sam and her dark, dyed locks. "I think it looks fine. I like black hair."
"Baby pictures?" she asked, suddenly relieved.
"Yeah, what'd you think I mea…" Sam's jaw dropped for a moment, staring at the now blushing redhead.