Rifiuto: Non Miriena
A/N: This memory of Zane's jumps ahead...
Thanks to mondler1998 for reviewing 10.
"So... you ended up in Eureka because of your military work." Zane said, working the memories out in his mind. Jo nodded.
"Yeah." She cleared her throat, turning as the memory changed, showing one of Zane's. She watched as he hacked into a website, donated over a million dollars to something, and ran, only to be caught and taken in. She glanced at him, he licked his lips.
He was young. Maybe twenty, twenty-one at most.
She did the math. At that point, she was around... twenty-five.
He was dragged into sheriff's office, Jo sat at her desk, flipping through a magazine. "Twenty-five thousand for this kid? Seriously?" Carter asked, reading through Zane's file. She snorted.
"I was recruited with a forty-five thousand bounty on my head." Carter glanced up at her.
"Really? For you? Why?" She glared at him.
"Because you don't get this for free." She replied. He rolled his eyes, reading through the file.
"... from the Food and Drug Administration-"
"Can't we all just agree that the war on drugs is just wrong?" Zane asked, entering the station. Jo instantly sat up, eyes narrowed. He glanced at her, giving her an appreciative once over before grinning. "Well, if this is my babysitter, then I don't mind." She glared at him. "Who are you?"
"I don't answer to felons like you." She replied, returning to her magazine.
"That I remember." Zane said, turning to Jo. "I asked you out, and you shot me down." She rolled her eyes.
"I only shot you down because you fucked up our date. You were a complete ass." She replied. He scoffed.
"Not all the time!" She glared at him.
"Jo, play nice." Carter said, but his deputy rolled her eyes. After a moment, he slipped out of the office to go meet Allison, since she had Zane's paperwork. Once he was gone, after locking Zane in his cell, Jo got up, grabbing her Bone Jack from the gun rack and returning to her desk so she could clean it. Zane meanwhile, watched her, trying in a desperate attempt to get her attention. Eventually, said,
"You know, an obsession with firearms can be a sign of unfullfilled sexual appetite." She glanced up at him. "I'm not saying that's you, but if it is..." He glanced at the door. "I'm at your service."
She didn't say anything, instead, she put her gun back together and stood, aiming it at him. He backed up, hands in the air.
"Whoa, whoa! Okay!"
"Jo! No, don't shoot the prisoner!" She glanced back at Carter as he entered the office. "Allison wants him at GD alive."
She raised an eyebrow. "How bout I just wing him?" Zane lowered his hands.
"Really?" She turned back to him taking a step closer until Carter took the gun away from her.
"You threatened to shoot me." Zane muttered. Jo snorted, rolling her eyes.
"You deserved it."