Samantha POV: I groaned, waking up with my head pounding and tucked into a warm body. "Here lil lady." One eye cracked open expecting to be blinded by light filtering through my bedroom window. It was blissfully dark though and I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for the small blessing of black out curtains and the huge one that was Jazz. Two pills were held out and I opened my mouth so he could drop them in before gently sitting me up and giving me a glass of orange juice. "There ya go. Ya wanna stay in bed or ya wanna go down stairs and wait on breakfast?" My other eye finally popped open so I could see him fully. A sorry croak came out on my first try at speaking and I closed my eyes against the pounding in my head. Several second tickled by filled only with the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My second attempt faired better than the first and I managed to articulate actual words. "Down stairs please." Jazz nodded, clearing the hair from my eyes before gently picking me up, with minimum bumping much to my relief.
Spencer was already awake when we made it down stairs after finishing my morning routine of brushing my teeth and changing clothes. I didn't bother with my hair, anyone that didn't like it could eat a dick. Spencer moved down on the couch some, patting the now open space and Jazz sat down beside him. "What would ya like to eat?" My head shook side to side. "I don't care. What ever you make will be good. Thank you." He nodded lightly, giving my hand one last squeeze before leaving me with Spencer. He grabbed my hand was soon as Jazz was out of sight. "I think there's something wrong with him. When he fought with that guy yesterday I know I saw the knife cutting into his hand but there's was no cut after he washed up. And the amount he had drink last night? Sam that's not normal! Even for a stone cold alcohol thats been drinking for 20 years that'd be enough to give them alcohol poisoning! He didn't even stumble the slightest bit. Something about him isn't right." I groaned at Spencer's rambling, trying to clear the fog from my head. "Something about who isn't right?" We both jumped as Jazz leaned over the back of the couch between us, smirking. Spencer scrambled for an answer but a piece of toast being crammed into his mouth took away the need. Another was held out to me and I took it. "How the hell can you be so big and so quite!? Imma make you ware a bell." Jazz chuckled softly, pushing my hair back out of my eyes before hopping over the back of the couch and pulling me into his lap. "Know its not much but ya didn't seem that interested in eating anyhow. That will help soak up any alcohol still in yer belly." I nodded, taking another bite of the cinnamon sugar toast. "This is good. Thank you." My eyes fluttered closed, just enjoying the sound of his spark humming away in his chest. The pain in my head was slowly starting to lessen much to my relief. "Gone back to sleep?" A soft hum was the best I could manage but he shook me lightly. "Finish yer toast first lil lady. It'll be easy on yer belly and ya won't feel so bad next time ya wake up if ya eat something now." My eyes slowly opened once more, and I took another bite, chewing softly until it was gone. "Just a lil left." Jazz took it from me, holding it to my lips until I bit into it. It was getting really hard to hold my eyes open now and they finally fluttered closed. "Last bite lil lady. Come on now." I opened my mouth, letting him stick the last crunchy sweet corner in so I could get some rest. Swallowing was getting harder since it was rather dry, but Jazz held a cup of something I soon realized was milk to my lips. I took a long drink, emptying the small glass before a blanket was tugged up around my shoulders. "Thats it, all done picking on ya now. Get some rest." Lips pressed a kiss to the side of my head and I finally slipped off to slumber...
The next time I woke up Spencer and Garcia were gone but David was sitting next to me clicking through channels. A glance around the room found Jazz right where I'd last seen him, under me. His head was lulled back though and he looked like he was sleeping. I could never be sure though and he could be at full attention in less than a second. A squeaky yawn parted my lips, bringing David's attention to me. "Finally awake. It's about time." The TV finally settled on the weather before he picked up a plate with sandwiches squares and chips on it. "Oh, thanks." Two were taken from the pile among with a handful of chips before I settled back into Jazz's lap. I didn't want to wake him after all. "How long has he been sleeping?" "About 6 hours. Since you passed out this morning. Garcia and Reid left about half an hour ago. I wanted to be sure that you were OK after yesterday." My head bobbed a little as I munched on my dinner. "I'm good. I don't think he'll be back after that. Plus kind of hard to kill someone if you're crippled. I get the feeling Jazz took the phrase, if you can't behave with this I'll take it from you! A little too seriously." David watched me closely for a long second before handing the remote over. "Just so long as you're OK. Don't let him bully you either. We're always here if you start getting scared." I chuckled a little. "Thank you. I'm ok though, honest. He's very sweet with me. He reminds me a lot of you actually." He sighed, nodding as he got up from the couch. "Don't be afraid to call if that changes. I'll see you later." David leaned down, kissing my head before righting himself and leaving the house. "Thought he'd never leave." I jumped a little at the unexpected voice, making Jazz chuckle. "Got ya all to mehself now lil lady." A wicked grin covered his face and I shivered just thinking about what he had planned for me. "All alone with no one to stop meh from having meh way with ya. No houses around to hear ya yell. Just meh and meh prey." My throat tightened, feeling very dry suddenly and I stumbled from his lap as he laughed. "Ya gonna try to run from meh? Please do." A heavy breath was sucked in and I could feel moisture gathering between my legs already. I made a bolt for the stairs but Jazz flipped over the couch, blocking my way with a tisk. "Let's keep this game down here shall we?" He stalked closer and I found myself unable to move as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Yer safe word is skittles. Run!!" The sudden shout snapped me from my hazy and I scrambled down the long hall way. My heart pounded in my ears and I could hear him laughing, the sound bouncing off the walls as I went. It was dark back here, the only light coming from a few windows, at last until I turned and began moving farther into the house. My other house hadn't been this big and if the price hadn't been as good as it was I wouldn't have gone for anything this large. Even being here the few months I was I had only seen a few rooms. There wasn't any need to use the others so far. Now I was regretting not getting a lay out. The faint sound on knocking followed me down the hall and I ducked into an open door, closing it behind me. A few steps were taken inside and I almost lost my balance as the floor began a downward slant. It was pitch dark down here and I held my breath, waiting as the. *Tap tap... Tap tap.* Of Jazz's knuckles against the wooden siding grew ever closer to my hiding place. Then it passed my door and I let out a breath, slowly cracking the door open to look down the hall way. He was no where in sight and I pushed it the rest of the way open, stepping out, only for it to slam closed. A scream was startled from me and I spun in time to see Jazz watching me. His human disguise long gone. The glass over his optics glowed a dark blue color and I staggered back a few steps watching him. "Basement is off limits too. Can't have ya tumbling down the ramp now can we?" He slid closer and for the first time, a hint of fear tickled up my spine making his grin even wider. Finally I managed to break my trance and I bolted down the hall hearing him laugh after me.