Chapter Notes:
Red phone - for the sake of this story only, is a mobile phone that police, P.I.'s and Agent's use when under cover.
The National - A gossip rag type newspaper... totally made up.
Induce - as it relates to this story only: means to use a drug to erase memory of the past 24 hours; also totally made up.
A new year with new revelations... Thanks to all the reader's and reviews!
Thanks Z, for your help. This was a long one :)
Three more minutes. Blair wiped the perspiration from her brow with a linen handkerchief she had clutched in her hand as she jogged at a respectable pace on the tread mill.
Exercising was a morning 'first' activity. At least, such was the case for many of the Warner executives the first week of January. The company gym was at its peak capacity as New Year's resolutions were attempted to be kept… or at least vainly attempted. It was Blair's ritual to a least start the new year off with good intentions.
Especially considering the way it ended.
Shock was not the right word… nor was surprised… more like frozen or perhaps pitiless. Whatever it was, it was enough for Blair to bristle at first seeing Jo at Florenza's. She had promptly excused herself from the booth. She was already slightly intoxicated and didn't trust that she'd conduct herself appropriately.
Natalie and Tootie had begged her to stay; but… without so much as a glance toward the brunette, Blair had seen to getting Hamilton to bring the car around and swiftly take her to the mansion.
Jo had let it go… let her go. She knew the manner she had chosen to make an appearance was unexpected. She knew things would take time, and she was resigned to letting that work for her instead of against her this time around.
"Blair, good to see you starting the year off right." Emily, clad in brand new spandex running pants and a hot pink trainer top, had stepped onto the treadmill beside her and punched in her running course and duration.
Blair glanced at her own timer, one more minute. She nodded her 'hello' to Emily. She felt way too winded to hold a decent conversation at the moment. Blonde tresses were haphazardly splayed on her head as her ponytail had failed to keep most of it under control as she bobbed along.
The timer chimed as her jogging regimen was over and the cool down started. Blair slowed her jog to a fast walk, then dabbed her glistening neck and chest. "How was your holiday?" she addressed the red headed Vice President of Advertising.
Emily gave her a thumbs up. "Wonderful, as soon as we made it back home."
Blair laughed. "That's usually the case." She knew of Emily's rather strained relationship with her mother-in-law. She often complained about the woman's pension for telling her how to cook and keep house.
Blair excused herself and headed for the change room, but not before her phone chirped. She had attached it to her armband. The text was from her father calling for a meeting after lunch.
Probably about the new division, she guessed She entered the room and went to her locker. She had been anticipating this meeting; possibly green lighting the project, finally. The thought of starting something fresh and new actually filled her with a sense of content, and she quickly showered and changed before heading to the office with sense of purpose.
God it felt good to ride the Harley. Never mind it was tweleve degrees and the whipping wind felt like acid on the skin. Jo had zipped herself into leather pants and a leather jacket. She donned a pair of leather gloves as well as her signature red helmet, and breezed along the streets on her way to work. Traffic was harsh on a Monday morning, as it usually was, no matter the time of year. She parked her bike in the employee parking lot and headed up to Agent Nelson's office.
Upon entering the building, a few agents greeted her and gave her congratulations on her successful mission while over in Gragon. She endured it with fortitude.
She first went to her office and dropped off her helmet, then rode the elevator up to Eric's office. Jo tapped on the door, receiving a muffled 'come in.' Entering and seeing Eric on the phone, she took a quick seat.
He smiled at her. "Yes, I will see that it gets done, thanks."
Eric tapped his phone off then got up from his chair and took a seat on the edge of the desk. "Well," he laced his fingers together. "It's good to see you Jo."
Jo was well aware of how they'd left things… she had talked to Eric a few times while on assignment overseas, but this was the first time she'd seen him since storming out of his office the day she'd left for Gragon.
"Good to be back." She gave him a genuine grin.
"I just talked to Dr. Wells' office. They said for you to stop by and get your blood work done." Eric said.
Jo let a reluctant sneer curl her lips. She hated needles. At least they'd be sticking her once and not filling her up with preventative vaccines. It was important for agents who were exposed to tropical regions to be tested if they were exposed to any of the elements. Jo had been on the island long enough to qualify.
"I was headed there next," she informed.
"Good," Eric reached over and grabbed a file, opening it he read the top lines. "New case." He eyed the brunette.
Jo put her tongue in her cheek. "I figured as much," she said. She hadn't been briefed on the plane returning to New York… which was odd considering Eric's tendency for full disclosure. "What part of the world this time?"
She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a little on guard. She had resigned to Eric wanting her to stay out of New York for obvious reasons. She still felt annoyed by that but, well… this was her life now, she'd reasoned.
Eric waited for a moment before answering. He knew he would be essentially reversing himself now. However, the circumstances were dire, so the need for humility was appropriate. He made a point of looking at the file and reading from it.
"Agent Polniaczek, you are to be on full assignment at Warner Textiles Corporation." Eric looked up into green eyes that were staring at him… they hadn't responded. "Effective immediately."
Jo sat still, arms tightly crossed as well as ankles, and gave Eric a blank look until it hit her. Her eyes softened then squinted as if trying to understand. "What?" she said in a soft disbelieving voice.
Eric cleared his throat. "This is a very important case, agent," he started to explain.
Jo blinked, trying to follow. "Wait, what happened?"
"Barry Winstead is in full custody with the FBI." Eric watched as Jo stood from her seat and approached him.
"Before I left, you told me he was responsible for taking the money but what does that have to do with me being reassigned to Warner now?" Jo asked, confused.
She had been officially off the case when Barry Winstead had disappeared but there was something else… "Eric what's the reason I'm back here?" She gave her superior a concerned look.
Eric decided to get right to the point. "The family's being threatened, Jo."
She eyed him. "Is it a real direct threat this time?" She had to ask. Last time the threat wasn't verified.
"Winstead has hired persons to carry out a mission to target the family," Eric said with compunction. "FBI is handling all interaction, we're on information."
Jo closed her eyes. Not good, not good, not good… she shook her head, feeling dread. "God, Eric this is what we didn't want." She ran a frustrated hand through her hair.
"Look, Jo, we have agents on the inside monitoring all systems and guarding personnel." Eric tapped on the report file. "This is very urgent."
Jo nodded, then took a few moments to think. She, herself, had been personally attacked on the elevator while in Kinjing City… "Did you find out anything about my attacker?"
Eric nodded. "I was just going to inform you." He went around the desk, sitting, he brought up a file from his computer. "Your attacker was hired by Winstead."
"Great." Jo had to wonder. "Why me?" or better, "how did they find me?"
Eric smirked. "Two good questions. During the interrogation Winstead said something about your being careless with your equipment." Eric peered at Jo. He saw the slightly guilty look. "Do you have any idea what he was talking about?"
She did. And it was careless. Her phone had been more trouble than it was worth that day. Jo lightly cleared her throat before talking. "My first day at Warner..." she said grudgingly.
And it made sense. She'd been blocked from going upstairs to the board meeting. Mendoza and Summers had taken her phone that was inside of her briefcase up to the meeting and apparently, somewhere along the way, Barry Winstead had intercepted it without their knowing.
"He got to my phone." She realized.
"How?" Eric asked.
Jo compiled her answer before speaking. "It was in my briefcase, I forgot to take it out before," she paused. "When Blair had me removed from the building I realized that and…" She purposely left it at that. He knew the rest anyway.
Eric nodded. He was frustrated, no doubt. This was what he was afraid of: Jo's distracted nature when it came to all things Warner related. "Jo that was dangerous."
"And not like me," She aptly pointed out.
Very true, and Eric knew it. Jo was normally one of the most responsible agents he had come to depend on. "Alright, look, water under the bridge. He couldn't get anything from your phone other than it's a red burner."
"Yeah," Jo said. "No doubt that targeted me." She thought, "…and explains why he wanted to bump me off the road."
Eric grunted at that, then clicked through his file. "Good news is we were able to bring back the guy who attacked you in the hotel," he eyed her. "You did some real damage to him," he said with a small grin. "They have him in custody... guy's not saying much."
Figures. "This isn't good, Eric. If Winstead was trying to take me out, then it's only a matter of time before…" she stopped herself, realizing the obvious benefactors being the Warner family.
"Exactly," Eric said, clicking down the file. "David Warner wants to hire you full time," he blurted.
Okay. That was new. Jo hiked a brow. "How much does Warner know about this whole thing?" she asked.
"Everything," Eric said. "I informed him not to tell Blair or Miles. Not while the interrogation is still going on."
Jo started pacing with her hands in her pockets. "So I'm being hired to do exactly what over there?"
"Work," Eric saw the slightly 'not amused' face. "There's a new project that needs IT support," he finished.
A brown brow crinkled. "So... he wants me to head up the project?" Jo had deduced.
Eric sighed. "It's actually Blair's new division." Let that permeate. He watched his lead agent grasp the magnitude of that.
Jo had stopped in her tracks. Blair's project. She was confused as to why Eric wanted her on the case given the reason he'd removed her last time. "Who's idea was this? To put me on this case?" She had to know.
Eric sat back in his chair, the parts of it creaking as he did. "Mine... well…" he paused, "…and David Warner." He finished.
Jo sighed. It was a lot to take in. "Mr. Warner wants me to work with Blair?" She needed clarification on that.
Eric watched as careful and tentative eyes tracked his way. He could see the conflict in them and he wished more than ever he had a better person to fill the position but… he just didn't.
"I want you to work with her, Jo." He'd said it carefully. This was a dire situation.
She straightened. "You do." That wasn't a question. Jo had seen Eric change his mind during a case and reassign agents before. She never thought she'd be on the receiving end of that. "Why?"
Fair question, Eric conceded. "Because you're the best I have," he frowned a little at that. "And because David Warner doesn't want anyone else to look after Blair. He trusts you."
Jo remained quiet, letting the whole situation order itself in her mind. She took a seat and leaned forward running both hands through her hair, then propped her chin up on clasped hands. "How do you feel about my working with Blair… I mean knowing… about…"
"That you have feelings for her?" Eric bit the inside of his lip. "I don't like it one bit. It goes against everything we stand for as far as Agent client relationships go but..." he shook his head realizing. "You're the best person for the job."
Jo felt the weight of those words. She didn't want Eric to feel he couldn't count on her. She knew David Warner trusted her. And Blair… Oh man, what a mess she'd made of this whole thing. And now her life was in immediate danger.
She looked up into eyes that had been carefully watching her. "I can do it." She stood, "I can do this Eric." Green eyes held a determined glint.
Eric's face was still and remained pensive. "I know you can," he stated factually, scribbling a few notes in his file. "You need to make some decisions however."
"Concerning?" Jo was listening now.
"Your relationship with the client," Eric minced no words. This was cut and dry... get a handle on your emotions. "You need to get control of it, Jo. I cannot tell you how important that is." Eric reminded her.
"I know," she said. "Lives are on the line here, you think I would risk that?" she gave her superior a hard stare.
Eric returned the stare in kind. "I would hope not," he said, then finished going through the file and exited it. He turned and watched as Jo visibly tried to relax a little. "What about Blair? How'd she take it when you left New York?"
Jo sighed. She had purposefully neglected to tell Eric about that. A strong feeling of regret floated through her before she shook it off. A shrug. "She's not speaking to me."
Eric nodded, understanding. That was par for the course. "Because you left so suddenly?"
Jo twisted her mouth a bit. "Yep." It still hurt.
"Ride that wave Jo." Eric had picked up on her discomfort. "If she's mad at you, stay in that zone," he reiterated.
Jo blinked. She knew what he'd meant. Keep her on your bad side, it may save her life. Understood. But how hard would that be once they started working together again?
"I saw her at Christmas." A breath. "She's still mad at me," Jo said softly. It was a conflict she had carried with her for the entire two months she was in Gragon. The guilt and the pain she'd caused the woman she cared deeply for.
Good. Eric thought. "You know what you have to do." He stated in a final tone. He picked up the file. "Now, let's go over the specifics. David Warner wants you over there at one o'clock today for an informal meeting to introduce you to your team."
I get a team? Jo looked at the head Agent. "You mean I start today? That was fast." She angled her head, her eyes glued to the file in Eric's hand.
"We have no time to waste, Jo." Eric opened his top drawer taking out a packet with her new badge and phone. "Don't lose this one." He said, handing it to her; seeing an unsmiling face in return.
Jo stuffed the phone in her pocket and scoffed. "I'm more concerned about getting through security at this point."
David Warner tapped his phone off and set it on his desk. He had finished conversing with Eric Nelson who told him Jo was back in town and agreed to be on the case. In addition, she would be coming to the meeting at one.
He leaned back... thank goodness. He heard a light tap on the door, unmistakably Blair's.
"Come in." David was sitting in his high-backed leather chair; he smiled when he saw his daughter's head peek in. "Blair, I'm glad you could take the time."
She made her way over to him. "I was in a meeting and you said it was urgent." She took a seat. "What's going on?"
David twisted his chair back and forth a little, watching Blair. Where to start. "It looks like you're getting the funding for the first phase."
That was said with earnestness, and Blair knew her father was serious when he followed it up with a smile.
"Really?" she cocked her head a little in disbelief. "I mean… I'm glad you got back to me so quickly, I thought it would take another week." She let an excited smile work its way to her lips.
David rested his hands on the desktop. "Well, they looked at the numbers and it seems everything added up well enough. They want to see where you take this." He followed up.
Blair practically gulped. She felt almost out of place. We have a green light. "I'll let my team know."
David nodded, "You do that." He watched as Blair struggled to contain her excitement. "Also, I have to let you know the board is releasing the funds for supporting the division."
The blonde beamed. "That's what we wanted." She made a mental note to arrange a meeting around that.
"The division is going to need IT support," David stated carefully.
A nod. "Of course." Every division had IT support of some kind.
David could tell the wheels were turning in his daughter's head. She was no doubt piecing together a team and units for the departments. "You'll need an entire department," he said slowly, gauging her reaction.
Blair was still in the midst of formulating her own strategy when she heard: "I'm hiring a divisional leader for the IT department."
Blonde brows knit for a moment. "Is that really necessary? I thought our department was good enough."
David shook his head. "They're out sourced. We're opening an entirely new division; we need in-house contact. Besides, we'd stretch our current department too thin," he stated firmly.
Blair sat silent. She couldn't disagree with that. "They're going to fund an entire IT unit for this project?" she was puzzled now.
"No," David took in a breath. "Just a small group of about four people… with a director, of course."
"Divisional head," Blair corrected.
"Actually, a director of IT," David was adamant. It was important the title of an executive was placed at the head of Warner's in-house IT department.
"Okay." She didn't mind what you called them, as long as they could do the job. Blair crossed one leg over her knee. "Who did you have in mind? Because I have a few candidates that would be perfect for the job, and I'd rather work with someone I know will be a good fit for this project," she finished, hopeful.
David had been waiting for an opening. "I know the two of you have butted heads in the past, but seeing the last project you worked on turned out so well... I think Jo would be a good fit."
He remained smiling… even when he saw the facial changes of his daughter go from hopeful to shocked, to angry. Oh no.
Blair rose from the chair. "I don't think that would be a good idea at all Daddy!" Her eyes flashed with accusation.
David's brow crinkled. "Why not?" He studied her angry expression speculatively, trying to gain some sense of understanding. "Another fight between the two of you?" Blair looked pained almost.
Blair put balled fists on hips, ignoring the question. "Why would you hire Jo? She's never been part of a major corporation. Is she even qualified?" she asked critically.
"She has extensive experience in building and supporting various systems, Blair." David stood his ground. "Not just educational ones. I've seen her resume."
Okay, so that wasn't entirely true. Jo would be the director of systems. Her team would essentially be doing the groundwork. But, since Jo had an in-depth understanding of the accounting and organizational systems of numerous companies she'd worked with in the past; she would be a great fit for Warner… and most importantly, no one would suspect her otherwise.
Blair stared, unimpressed. "Jo's a computer analyst for a small company. What does she know about running an entire department?" She quirked an eyebrow.
Plenty, David thought. He frowned. "Why don't you give her a chance?" He saw Blair actually stop and perhaps consider that... he hoped.
She drew a hand through her hair. "This is a important role Daddy. We need people who can hit the ground running not play catch up. She's not qualified." Blair crossed her arms; determined to maintain a ridged opinion.
David smirked disappointedly. "Let me be the judge of that," he said; noticing his daughter hadn't budged. "I think we should give her a chance." David grumbled at the brooding behavior.
A small pout. "I don't like it," Blair said defiantly.
David sat back, deciding to take another approach. "Remember when you thought the whole board was out to prove you weren't qualified? Not to mention a few executives..."
Blair pursed her lips at the thought. I know what you're trying to do...
She couldn't tell him the real reason she didn't want to work with Jo. That wouldn't fly for a second. Well you see Daddy, Jo broke my heart so I'm writing her out of my life. She sniffed indifferently at the thought. It was one thing knowing she was back in town… and quite another knowing she'd have to work with the woman she…
…still had feelings for.
Blair smoothed out her skirt with careful hands... this was important. This project was her baby. Hers. She looked at her father. He was waiting for her to say something. "You're not going to let up on this are you?"
David gave her a sympathetic expression before replying, "Nope."
Blair sucked in a lungful of air and held it as she closed her eyes. I'm going to regret this, but I'll be damned if I let Jo Polniaczek ruin all of my hard work. She opened her eyes. "Fine."
David smiled. "Good." He watched as Blair moved with purpose toward the door. "We meet at one, don't forget," he announced to her back.
Blair turned and smirked at him before closing the door, rather tightly.
David chuckled, then sobered. "I'm just making sure you're safe, Princess."
There were about twenty people in the conference room. All of the preliminary plans were laid out for the first phase as a starting point. The meeting went well. Jo had been introduced to the small staff of four people she would be working with. They'd all introduced themselves and actually carried on a light banter throughout the meeting.
Blair had taken the floor for most of it. She had been forthright and very focused throughout the entire process. Not once did she address the IT department; leaving Jo to wonder where she fit into the grand scheme of things.
After the meeting was over, David had informed Jo of her role. He'd arranged for her office accommodations and gave her a card to accept the scan pad on Barry Winstead's office door. The office walls had been freshly painted and a new set of office furniture was arranged in the room. Jo thanked him as the doors swung open and they exited the conference room.
"I hope you'll feel comfortable working with Blair," David said half-jokingly. They were friends, after all. He couldn't imagine the two of them holding whatever grudge they had throughout the entirety of the project.
"We'll be fine, Mr. Warner," Jo tried to calm any reservations. She snuck a look at Blair who was busy talking with Emily and two other executives.
David got closer to Jo as he whispered, "Just make sure she's safe, please." He leaned back and grinned.
Jo eyed him. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
The executive elevator dinged as two shapely legs carefully stepped off onto the plush carpet of the 39th floor. Blair rounded the corner and was reading a report going over a projection, when she almost bumped into someone.
"Sorry." Jo grabbed her wrist to keep her from plowing into her.
Blair looked up startled. "What are you doing here?" She shook her wrist from Jo's grasp. "The IT department is two floors down," she said with a slight sneer.
"I know. I just came from there," Jo smiled, "My office is right here," she pointed to Winstead's door.
It would've been comical, the widening of Blair's eyes as she realized what her father had done. "This floor is for executives." She let an arrogant look style her features.
"So I've heard." Jo held up her badge and dared the blonde to say anything.
There were a few ticks of silence as they stood there, unmoving... looking at each other. Blair was the first to break eye contact. "Why are you doing this?" She'd said it softly, almost miserably.
Jo sighed heavily. "Doing what?"
"Here." Blair flailed an arm. "Being here," she said despairingly.
Jo looked down for a split second. "Your dad hired me," she said faintly.
Blair couldn't argue with that. For whatever reason her father had wanted Jo, of all people, to fill mighty big shoes. She shook a doubtful head. "Do you really think you're qualified for this?" she asked with a mocking scoff.
Jo knew what she was getting at and she straightened. "Are you doubting my abilities?" she hiked a challenging brow.
Brown eyes challenged green right back. "Oh, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself."
"You have nothing to worry about." Jo actually welcomed the test.
For some reason that seemed to rub the president of Warner Textiles the wrong way and she actually got a little closer to the brunette. Jo had to blink a few times, not sure of what Blair was up to.
"Tell me. Do I have to worry about you abandoning this project if another one comes along? Because if I do, you should tell me now and save me the trouble of having to fire you!"
Blair held a contemptuous face, and Jo had to quickly wrap her head around the implications… and the condemnation. But really... could she blame her? "I get it," she said warily.
Blair kept her eyes hardened. "Do you? Because for the sake of your job, I hope you do!" She abruptly turned and went into her office.
Jo followed her closely, and shut the door behind her. "I said I understand, Blair. What more do you want from me?!" She watched as Blair heavy handedly booted up her computer then grabbed a few papers; stacking them harshly, one on top of the other.
Jo felt her patience wearing thin. "Blair?!"
Blair slammed the papers down. "How about an apology?!" She gave the director of IT a scathing glare; then grabbed a few papers that had escaped the pile. "You could start there!"
Jo put her hands on her hips, not really trusting herself to talk. So many emotions were hitting her all at once. She decided to go with the first thing on her mind. "Why should I? Huh? I'm sure Amanda was there for you."
It was impulsive... probably a stupid thing to say, Jo gauged from the absolute heated look she was receiving. For Blair's part she remained silent, knowing how that stressed the brunette out. She finished gathering her papers calmly. "We're not seeing each other anymore." A pause. "I broke it off."
Oh. Jo could actually feel her lips go dry. She licked them, breathing hard. Her eyes glanced up as she could hear the harsh breathing from Blair as well. She felt her eyes water a little and took a second to look around the office. It looked different. She returned her gaze to the woman before her, then... slightly bowing her head, she closed her eyes. She deserves an apology, it's the least I can do. "I am sorry." Jo felt her throat tighten.
She looked up to see brown eyes… beautiful brown eyes, ones that she'd hurt, form unshed tears. The look on Blair's face was there because of her. She took a tentative step closer to the desk; noticing Blair had chosen to stay seated... perhaps to put much needed space between them.
"You left me..."
It was said with such a small voice, and Blair avoided the green eyes she could feel fixed on her. "You just…" she tried to hold in a sob that escaped, "… left me."
Jo's eyes were shining with tears. "But I came back," she squeaked out. Her eyes were pleading for some form of sympathy. It was hard... so very hard to hide the truth, sometimes.
The fear of losing someone proved to be an endeavor of the heart which was not Jo's specialty by far. But those two months away... of being on a deadly mission only to barely make it off that island and then realizing what was most important... Jo glanced at the woman in front of her, who'd blocked her from all forms of communication. She had felt hurt too. "You shut me out," she sniffed, her voice was fried.
Blair looked up, then held back tears as a new surge of anger coursed through her. "You gave me no other choice!"
Did I? Jo had to think about that. Of course she did, and she felt damned guilty about it. She opened and closed her mouth a few times. "Blair..."
Blair shook her head harshly. "You gave me no choice, Jo." A sad shrug, "... so I had to… um..."
"Had to what?" Jo saw the blonde sniff sorrowfully. "Had to what, Blair?!" she asked again more boldly.
It had been her last defense. A last barrier before the walls came crumbling down and Blair was left utterly helpless. They hadn't talked about their relationship and how it was changing, but she at least thought they were on the same page... that Jo felt the same way.
Blair chose to keep her head down and stared at the top of her desk. "Protect my heart," she whispered.
The impact of those words hit hard, and Jo felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. She dropped her head and sniffed. Okay, I get that.
"So you'll have to excuse me if I don't feel like being very friendly," Blair said letting a silence settle in between them.
Jo was resigned to just accepting it. She nodded, not wanting to look at the blonde. "Okay." She turned to leave, and made her way to the door.
A chair squeaked and footsteps were heard. Jo turned and looked at the woman coming closer to her. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed deeply, completely drained. Blair took slow, small steps; each one testing the weight of it all. Jo hadn't moved, but watched as she got closer.
Blair stopped, coming within a few inches, and she could feel her palms sweating. They were both breathing in short breaths, and stood facing each other, until, finally, Jo opened her arms and found them full of the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt in her life.
Strong arms enveloped the executive, as Jo squeezed her tight. A blonde head was tucked on a shoulder. Oh baby…
They stayed like that for a while, letting the moment wash over then pass… She still smells wonderful. Jo cracked a tiny smile. She didn't realize something so trivial could move her so deeply, but she missed Blair's scent… the feel of her as they hugged was intoxicating. She heard a soft hum from the blonde.
"…Uh, Agent?…"
Shit. Green eye's shot open and Jo suddenly extracted herself from the embrace. She'd forgotten to tap off Eric when she'd gotten to her office door.
"I uh…" Jo pretended she was scratching her ear and reached a hand in her pocket feeling her phone; tapping it twice. "Sorry." A weak smile.
Blair gave her a slightly confused look then took a gentle step back. "It's okay," she said soothingly, then made a point of shaking her hair out.
Jo watched her… she couldn't help it as a small smile formed purely in reaction. She had always thought Blair's hair was gorgeous, but the way she flaunted it ... that was even more… sexy.
"Jo?" Twinkling brown eyes smiled teasingly.
"Yeah?" The brunette blushed, realizing she was staring with a probably ridiculous look on her face. She righted herself. "I'm… uh... we should, um…" she gestured.
"I know," Blair said solemnly. She sighed. "We have to cool it."
Jo agreed. Yeah, we do have to cool it. This is a very serious situation, she reminded herself. She lifted her head, giving Blair a serious look. "This project is going to be big for Warner." She stated with authority; determined to get back to business.
Blair suppressed a smile, giving the woman in front of her an adoring look. She made up her mind and took a step forward. Leaning in she kissed a reddish cheek, and let a sultry grin etch her face as Jo's eyes fluttered.
"What was that for?" Jo cleared her throat, idly watching the blonde.
Blair turned and made her way back to her desk. She took a seat. "For trying."
Brown brows knit. "Trying?" Jo regained her composure. "Blair, we do have to work together. Closely." she stressed. "Probably more so than before."
Blair neatly arranged a stack of papers. "I know that," she said without looking up.
Jo scratched her top lip with an index finger. "So, what are you saying?"
Blair sat back and gave her fellow executive a slow once over… her eyes taking in the form fitting dark brown suit, then traveling up to... oh wow, she got a tan... She looked alluringly into piercing green eyes, which caused Jo to swallow as a deep blush colored her neck and face. She sighed. Exactly.
"We have to adhere to company policy," she stated, seeing Jo acknowledge that, then slowly nod in agreement. "Adhere to the rules and regulations of employee and executive behavior." Brown eyes kept a steady hold on green as Blair let the words slide off her tongue.
Jo stopped nodding. "Shouldn't be too hard, right?" she threw an uncertain smile.
Blair declined a direct answer and picked up a pen, turning it over in her hand. "In case you haven't noticed lately, the climate out there is rather harsh when it comes to relationships between a boss and an employee."
That was met with silence as Jo couldn't argue with Blair's statement. She could feel her confidence slipping.
Blair let the pen fall. "It would be a disaster if we…"
"I know..." Jo sighed and rested a hand in her pocket. She had her own company policy to comply to.
"It would look bad…" Blair said softly. She knew she was putting herself on the line in more ways than one. "Remember when I said if you wanted to keep things strictly business that we could do that?… Try to… um... to keep…" she faded.
Jo looked at the president of Warner Textiles. She looked so small sitting in her chair. "If that's what you want."
The eyes can convey many things: hurt, anger, passion, love, hate, indifference, truth and of course lies. "It's what I want."
The words seemed to echo off of the four walls of the office. An aggrieved expression showed on Blair's face. Her gaze held the sobering one in front of her. Jo averted her eyes, her bottom lip bunching as she grunted a reluctant response.
So it came down to this... and all the distance in the world couldn't take away the feelings now. There was a subtle satisfying excitement they'd stirred into existence that just seemed to grow more pleasurable every time they saw each other... admittedly, it was stimulating.
But now... reality was proving to be the test of their relationship. The truth being, it was going to be hard, which was something they'd known the minute they'd admitted their attraction was mutual.
And isn't that just how life is, curve balls and all? Jo exhaled. "Well I guess that's it then." She saw the blonde avoid her eyes. She nodded, then turned to leave. The complete unresponsive silence from Blair was making her walk to the door feel that much longer and arduous as she exited the room. She closed the door quietly behind her.
Blair sat motionless, her lips making a cute little 'oh' as her eyes closed and the breath left her mouth. She got up and went to the drink cart pouring a glass of water and gulped it down. The vibes from their… engagement, still lingered around her. She placed a hand on her stomach and steadied herself. You can do this.
"This is my project and I'll be damned if I let anything or anyone keep me from seeing it through," she said a bit winded.
Setting her glass down, Blair pulled her blouse sleeves straight; then weaved a hand through her hair, as she hummed, frustrated. The tresses felt silky and soft as she let them fall through her fingers… her eyes half lidded. She sighed, then turned and looked out over the expanse of the city.
So deceiving, she thought. A bright sunny day. Anyone would think it was eighty degrees outside… until they stepped out of the door in January.
She made her way over to the desk and sat down. Picking up the rolling mouse, she found the file she'd been working on. "Let's see..." a click, "There. Regional project." She rolled through the file, "Numbers, numbers, ah, there you are..."
The IT budget. She leaned forward examining the numbers, propping a hand under her chin. She studied them for a while... then slowly slid her eyes toward her office door. A slow smile crept on her lips shaping them. She couldn't help it as a wave of giddiness enveloped her and she let out a giggle only to cover it up with a finger over her lips.
Everything was going well. The project was on track, there was a possibility Mrs. Garrett was alive and things were better with Jo. Yes, they were decidedly getting better, and it didn't even matter that she'd been gone for two months, did it?
It had at first, and she'd dealt with the impact of starting something only to have it come to a halt before they could even understand where it was going. And she'd lashed out in frustration. But now? She had to admit she was glad Jo was back in her life...
Jo... who works across the hall... and I get to see her everyday. Blair let out another burst of a giggle, this time clasping a hand over her mouth. Oh my God what is wrong with me!
She calmed herself. Scooting closer to the computer, she poured through the screens to formulate a plan for her team. Okay, Blair, concentrate. This project isn't going to get off the ground on its own...
"Green!"
She hated when he did that. Natalie grabbed her pen and pad, then headed for her boss's office. The door was wide open and she stood in the doorway observing Harris as he was critiquing a preliminary draft. "You wanted to see me?"
He looked up. "Have a seat Green."
Natalie sighed then sat. She waited as her boss finally set his pad down and took off his reading glasses. "I want you to take another route with the Warner expose," he said.
"What?" That caught the cub reporter off guard. "B-but I'm getting close to finishing it." She couldn't believe he wanted to change course now.
Harris smirked. "The National is covering the whole break-up with the gay boyfriend thing. Find another angle." He put his glasses back on and picked up the pad.
Dumbfounded, Natalie was at a loss for words. Then again, as she really thought about it, she was partly relieved she didn't have to cover that.
Blair had done what she said she'd do if it ever came out that Paul was marrying a man. It had been a month since they'd tied the knot, and Blair, true to form, played the shocked and hurt girlfriend. She kept her promise of being done with men and when asked, denied she ever had a clue about Paul. Paul of course had agreed to everything - being out already, at least to friends and family.
"Well, I guess I could just stick to her being one of the most eligible bachelorettes in New York, who just so happens to be the President of a major corporation." Natalie's smile faded when she saw Harris give her a disapproving look over the top of his spectacles.
"That sounds boring, Green," he pinned her. "Who's gonna read that and think they know anything about her?! Huh?!" he barked.
Natalie jerked back a little. "Well..." she cleared her throat timidly. "I guess I see what you mean..." she gave him a weak smile.
Harris stared at her a minute more. "Start over, Green. And find out something The National doesn't know about." He pointed at her. "I don't want them getting the jump on us again!"
Natalie sighed then nodded her head. "I'll get it covered, sir."
Jo's office was much smaller than Blair's, of course, but being an executive did have its perks. She still got an awesome view, and a nice modern desk with a comfortable chair; more so than the one in her office at JTI. That was a welcome change. She had brought in a small box of her 'things,' which consisted of a baseball poster, a few desk items like her Mickey Mantle signed baseball and a picture of her paternal grandfather.
She'd been typing away for a few hours - David Warner had given her the codes to each and every department within the entire company. Jo's job was to set up firewall, encryptions and other security measures to protect the accounts from outside and foreign tampering and hacking... all 126 of them. She was presently working on number twenty-seven.
"...Long way to go, but I need to get the code sheet back to Mr. Warner asap," Jo informed Eric.
"Be careful. Guard it with your life," he said.
The sheet of codes was kept by the CEO in a special safe. They were the codes for every account consisting of the entire budget from each department; and covering over a billion dollars. David had entrusted Jo with it.
"Don't worry," she typed. "It's keeping me busy." Jo could hear Eric clicking the keys on his own computer.
"How'd your meeting go with Blair earlier?" he finally asked.
Jo smirked. Took you long enough. "We made up," was all she offered with a small smile.
"I don't know if that's good or bad," Eric said.
"Good." Jo finished a program and started another. "We needed to clear the air."
"I'm trusting your judgement on this, Agent."
A sigh. "Well, I know Blair. It's best to be on her good side if you want her to listen to you."
"I see."
"Besides we have to see each other every day," Jo said. She didn't think she sounded too happy about that, but... maybe just a little?
A few seconds of silence graced their conversation. "Something tells me she wouldn't be able to stay mad at you forever, regardless," Eric finally said with an even tone.
Jo stopped typing, letting a whimsical smile form. "You're probably right."
She tapped off Eric before he could respond, and went back to building more firewalls. I feel the same way.
Blair sat back in her chair, closing her eyes, giving them a much needed rest. She had spent the afternoon pouring over the operational costs and materials for the project, compiling an outline for her team and now she was due a break.
A light tap on her office door startled her. "Come in."
Emily came into the office, making her way over to the executive. "Did you get one of these?" she asked holding up an envelope. She took a seat in front of Blair.
Blair thought for a second, then opened her top drawer. "Forgot I got one." She opened the envelop taking out a stock card that had gold writing on it. Reading it she smirked then put it back in the envelope and threw it across her desk.
It was one of many events that was her duty to attend. It was practically required. Being president of a major corporation had its perks and quirks. This one was being held at The Plaza, so lavishly extravagant didn't even begin to describe it.
"Are you going?" Emily asked. She hated these kinds of functions. She found them pretentious and boring.
Blair leaned back letting her hands rest in her lap; then giving Emily a bored expression. "I have to... are you?"
Emily crossed one leg over the other. "Don may have to go out of town so, it's up in the air," she said.
"Lucky you if you get off the hook." Blair gave the woman a grim smile.
Emily nodded. "How's the project outline coming?"
Blair stretched, then clicked into a file. "It's going. I just finished the preliminary numbers for materials, " she said in a monotone.
Emily stood. "You know we're going to be burning the midnight oil to get this thing finished."
Blair gave her a tired look. "Don't I know it."
"At least we have IT to get things done more quickly," the red headed vice president of advertising said as she gauged Blair's reaction. "Joanna Polniaczek is now heading that up, right?" She saw Blair glance at her and nod once, then go back to her screen. "So how's that going to work out? Working with a friend..."
Blair shrugged a little. "We've known each other since we were teenagers, it'll be fine," she glanced at Emily again, who was studying her.
"I'm just curious... you know sometimes working with family or friends can lead to disaster," Emily stated, with a cautious tone.
She was fishing. For what, Blair could only guess. Probably concerned about the project not getting snagged on petty grievances.
She started typing on her keyboard. "Jo and I have weathered many storms, besides we're keeping things professional. She understands my goals with this project," Blair finished. She glanced up, giving Emily a stern, that's all I'm saying about that, look.
Emily tilted her head, taking her cue and made her way to the door. "I'll have my numbers to you soon," she tossed over her shoulder as she left the room, pulling the door shut.
Blair stilled her motions, actually reveling in the quiet of her office for a few moments. She wondered what Jo was doing. She hadn't heard from her for hours... well that makes sense. She's busy getting to know our system.
There was another knock on the door. Blair rolled her eyes, "I should just install a revolving door," she muttered, irritated. "Come in."
David peeked his head in seeing his daughter hard at work, looking like she'd had a rough week and it was only Monday.
"Hi." Blair watched as he walked over and stood in front of her. "Everything alright?" she asked.
David nodded. "Everything's fine. I just stopped by to see if you got your invitation to the Fieretto charity event this weekend."
Blair pointed to the envelope across her desk. "Wouldn't miss it," she lied then went back to typing.
"Good." David watched her. "I was wondering who you were bringing." He rocked back on his heels a couple of times.
Blair clicked a screen. "I'm going stag." She typed some more.
"Hmm," David lifted his shoulders then dropped them. "I was hoping you'd take someone," he didn't bother to sensor himself. "It's important for you to be seen with a date, Blair."
She knew what he was eluding to. Paul had gotten married a month ago, and even though she'd gone through with her 'heartbreak' scheme, and continued to play the scorned girlfriend in public - her father knew the truth of the matter.
"I'm sure people will understand," was all she offered, the implication being: you too, Daddy.
David grumbled at that. Certain people will care. "Blair, you know what you do and who you do it with, reflects on the company," he said with what he hoped was a little wiggle room to argue.
Blair clicked off her screen, giving her father her full, undivided attention. "That sounds, vaguely, like you're giving me an ultimatum." She didn't like those, especially when it was her father doing the offering.
David crossed his arms. "I'm merely making a suggestion you take... an escort," he tried to clarify.
Blair scoffed. "To show the world I've rebounded and moved on with my life. Is that how it goes?" she said cryptically.
For your safety, David thought as he watched his daughter grow agitated with him. He decided to get to the point. "I've asked the vice president of Valespar Industries to escort you."
Blair lifted a harsh brow. "Oh really?" she took in a breath. "Did you bother to ask me what I thought about that?... No..." she answered herself seeing her father's disappointed face. "Don't give me that, Daddy. I'm not fifteen years old. You can't arrange my love life for me," she said angrily.
David remained silent, not really sure how to explain his reasoning. It was for her safety was all he could come up with.
Blair kept hard eyes on her father. "I can't believe you did that!" she said, trying to get a grip on her temper.
"Blair..."
"Don't!" She lifted a warning hand, "...just don't Daddy."
David paused and tried again. "Blair, please understand. I'm not trying to run your life." He got no response. "You need to be seen with someone for your safety. Mark Valespar is a nice guy. He'd be perfect for you," David closed his eyes realizing he'd phrased that all wrong.
That was met with a scoff. "There." Blair flung an arm out, then crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Someone perfect for me. That's exactly what I'm talking about. You're still doing it!"
"You're taking it out of context, I-I meant because of the threat to our family." David said, trying in vain to explain the situation.
Blair leaned back in her chair, shaking her head. Right... okay... so he had a point. They were in danger still. It would look better for her to be seen with someone, preferably a guy. She didn't like that her father was also implying it was some kind of a date. Slowly, she returned his gaze... his gray eyes expressing hopefulness. She quirked the side of her mouth.
"I'll think about it," she said begrudgingly.
David was visibly relieved. "Thank you," he said with a grateful smile.
"Don't thank me yet. I said I'll think about it." Blair stood firm on that. "I'll be doing you a favor, Daddy if I do decide to go along with this." Let's not get any misleading ideas.
David smiled in understanding. "You've made me very happy," he gazed at Blair. A wavering sense of security gripped him for a moment. "I didn't want to have to worry about you."
He'd said that with a hint of anxiousness. Blair noticed he was a little more concerned about her safety as of late. "Do you think someone would try something at the event?"
It was a possibility; and even though Blair was still in the dark about exactly who was threatening the company, it was all the same. Keep everyone safe.
"You never know. That's why we have to take all precaution." David knew the FBI would have the building surrounded, but someone needed to be close to Blair; and it didn't hurt to be seen with a potential suitor. "I'm sure security will see to it that everything will be alright."
David tried to give her a reassuring grin. He checked his watch. "Gotta go," he smiled. "Meeting in ten."
"Understood." Blair watched as he hastily left the room.
There was something peculiar about the way he was acting. She knew her father, and he was a little too excepting of her attitude. Something's off.
She waved it off; filing it away to think about later. Back to work...
"Finally."
Jo sank back in her chair, closing her eyes enjoying the feel of the soft leather. Her goal was reached. Sixty security systems were finished and in place.
"How many?" Eric asked.
"Sixty. That's all I'm doing today. I have to start learning the Warner system." She turned and looked out of the window at the cityscape. Impressive came to mind. There was a knock on her door.
"Talk to you later," she tapped Eric off, then turned around. "Come in."
David Warner stepped into the office. "Well..." He looked around appreciatively, letting a smile form on his lips. "They did a great job," he took in the new wall color and office furniture. "Nothing of Barry's was kept in here," he said as he approached Jo. "I saw to that myself."
Jo didn't really know what to say to that. It didn't really affect her one way or the other. "Thanks," she managed, giving him a grin.
David took a seat in front of her. "Is it alright to talk here?" he asked in a low voice.
Normally he didn't want to get into security matters at the office, but with the new developments...
"Sure," Jo said. "My office is clean," she watched as David nodded his head.
"We have a situation," he began.
A brow quirked. "What situation?" Jo laced her fingers together on the desk.
"There's an event this Saturday at the Plaza Hotel. A charity function. Many of the executives from Warner will be there," he explained.
Jo scratched her cheek. "Hmm, okay." She was afraid of this; an uncontrolled environment.
"Blair will be there," David said for emphasis. "This could be a potential test for whomever is out to target us."
That was an uncomfortable feeling, but Jo understood. "I'll let Eric know. He'll contact his supervisor with the FBI and they'll handle it from there," she gave him her best 'trust me' face.
David adjusted uncomfortably in the chair. The stress of not knowing when the other shoe could drop was a daily struggle to get through for him. "I want you there, Jo."
Jo could see the CEO was anxious as he rubbed his hands together nervously. "I didn't get an invite," she pointed out.
David reached into his lapel pocket and took out an envelope. "I don't think that will be a problem." He read the invitation. "Says here one guest... I suppose that's for spouses and such." He looked up. "You can be my guest."
Which would work out perfectly, he thought. With his current wife, Connie, being out of town in Rome for the last few months, and Joyce recovering... He looked at the brunette. Jo was obviously trying to decipher something.
"Is that going to be a problem?" David noticed her sour expression.
A sigh. "No problem. Duty calls, I guess." Jo wore a half smile.
She absolutely hated these things and wouldn't you know it, she'd probably have to attend more of them now that it was her duty to look after Blair's safety.
David felt relieved to hear that. "I would feel better if you came." He slid the invitation over to her. "Keep this, please."
Jo took it, then got comfortable in her chair. "So would I, to be honest." She read the first few lines. "It's these kind of venues that prove to be the best targets," she said. "I'll make sure my back up is inside as well... I hate surprises." She threw the envelope onto her desk.
David nodded as a wave of insecurity went through him. He was at least glad Jo was going to be on the inside. "Well," he slapped the top of her desk as he stood. "I trust your judgement, Jo." He pulled his suit jacket straight and buttoned the middle button. "It's black tie, formal... just to let you know..." a wink.
Jo shook her head slightly. It gets worse. Great. "Does that mean I have to wear a dress?" She hated those.
David waved a hand. "You can wear anything you'd like. As long as its formal," he repeated.
Green eyes blinked, then regarded the CEO for a second. "That would mean a dress, sir," she said respectfully.
A shrug. "Suit, dress... suit-dress... I'm sure you'll figure it out." David gave her a little wave then turned to leave. A chuckle floated in the air as he left the office.
Terrific.
Jo picked up a pen and twirled it. So Blair's going to be at this event... a smile grew. Blair always lavished in these kinds of things. She loved to show off, especially the latest dress she had yet to debut. Jo twisted a little in her seat. She got up and headed for the door. Exiting her office, she eyed Blair's door across the hall.
Making up her mind, she approached Blair's office and knocked on the door, only to have it swiftly yanked open and a blur of blonde hair and papers knock into her.
"Sorry... um..." Jo looked into startled brown eyes before dropping to pick up the papers.
Blair dropped down with her. "I didn't know you were coming in." She let out a laugh then arranged some hair behind an ear as they gathered everything into a pile.
Jo swallowed, then handed the executive her papers; their eyes meeting for a moment before Blair smiled and stood. Jo followed her.
"Umm..." a blonde brow lifted, "was there something you wanted?" She motioned toward the elevator. "I was just on my way to a meeting," a smile. "It's for materials," she informed... not that Jo had asked or anything.
"Oh... uh..." Jo scratched her temple to buy time; temporarily forgetting why she'd ventured across the hall. "I was just going to ask you about the, uh... thing this weekend," she hadn't really bothered to remember the title of the event in any case.
Blair gave her a puzzled look, then realized, "Oh, you mean the Fieretto charity event?" She shifted the papers to her other hand. "What about it?"
Jo shoved her hands in her pockets, giving the blonde a nonchalant look. "I didn't know if you were going." She mentally slapped herself for asking that. Of course she's going, you idiot.
Blair pursed her lips. "I have to, it's practically mandatory."
She didn't sound too amused... which was surprising. "I thought you'd be chomping at the bit to go to something like this," Jo said a little confused.
"Normally, yes." Blair wasn't opposed to high society; quite the opposite, but now that the project was in full swing... "Believe it or not, I'm more focused on this project getting off the ground. Emily and I were planning to work on Saturday," she informed.
Jo found herself surprised by that. "Oh." Her brows lifted.
Blair was watching her closely. "Why are you asking?"
A shrug. "Nothing."
Blair smirked. "Nothing?" then she realized, "Oh wait, you didn't get an invite, did you?"
Jo shifted her feet a bit. "It's not a big deal, trust me."
"Being so new to the company," Blair realized. "I know you Jo. Did you actually want to go or something crazy like that?" she was partially teasing the brunette now.
Jo gave her a mock scoff. "It's not so crazy, Blair... and your father invited me." That earned both a curious and surprised look from the blonde. "I guess he wanted to acclimate me into the company so of course going to this... thing was a start," Jo covered. That made sense. Not that she was going to actually tell the client she was going in order to keep an eye on her.
Blair had to suppress a giggle at how that conversation probably went. Especially knowing Jo's attitude toward high society. "Lucky you, huh?" A toothy smile.
Jo rolled her eyes at the blonde who laughed out loud... They stood there for a while until a quiet silence set in for a few moments.
Blair draped a piece of hair behind her ear. "Well..." she looked down for a second. "I really need to get to my meeting," she said softly, then met the twinkling green eyes that were watching her.
Jo realized she was holding the blonde up. "Oh..." a chuckle, "yeah," a shy smile, "sorry..." she pointed to her office door. "I'll just.. um... get back to..."
Blair grinned at that then started down the hall. "Don't overwork yourself. I know you're trying to learn our system, but it can be daunting to do that in one day."
Jo was walking backward as she noticed Blair do the same. Her butt hit her office door. "I'll pace myself."
Blair smiled, then waved at the brunette. "Good." She winked and quickly turned around and went around the corner to get on the executive elevator.
"Mail!"
Natalie closed the apartment door with her foot. "Bill, bill, bill, trash, bill... oh..." She turned the envelope over. It was inscribed in fancy gold lettering. "This one's for you." She walked over to the kitchen and handed the actress the envelope with interest.
Tootie was drinking a glass of orange juice and eyed the envelope, then took it from Natalie. She put her glass down. "What's this?"
"Open it." Natalie took a seat at the island and watched as Tootie carefully peeled it open.
She took out the card stock and read it, then clasped a hand over her mouth. "OhmyGod!"
Natalie's eyes widened, "What?!"
"It's!..." Tootie beamed at her roommate. "Natalie Green..." she said in a very calm voice, eyeing her friend. "I. Have. Finally. Arrived."
Tootie handed the card to Natalie then floated out of the kitchen and into the front room to sit on the couch. Natalie watched her with fascination then confusion. She read the card then understood.
"Oh, wow..." She glanced at Tootie who still had her nose slightly in the air. A smirk. "So you've been invited to some high society bash," the reporter tried to throw a little cold water on her roommate's pretentiousness. She moved to the front room.
"Not just any 'bash,' Natalie. The bash of the year." She paused for effect. "Anyone who is anyone will be there," Tootie said arrogantly.
Natalie sat on the couch. "You mean a room full of rich people?" She read the card again. "This is a charity event."
Tootie scoffed. "This is an opportunity to be seen, Natalie," she corrected with a stern look.
The reporter shook her head. "Don't let it go to your head or anything."
Tootie lifted a shoulder. "I'm not." She took the card from Natalie. "I'm just going to go frame this," she smiled as she got up from the sofa.
Natalie sat back in the couch cushions. "I wonder why I didn't get an invite. I mean... we live together," she muttered.
Tootie shrugged. "Well, I am a well-known actress, so there's that," she said without self-awareness.
"You mean well known within the theater community, Tootie?" Natalie reveled a little in putting things in perspective for the thespian.
Brown eyes rolled at that. Natalie did have a point. Beyond the stage, she was an unknown. "Whatever," was all she could come up with. "Besides, Nat, you're a reporter. I don't think reporters are too favored at these kinds of functions."
Natalie crinkled a brow at that. "Why not? What do they have against reporters?!" She was visibly insulted now.
Tootie realized she may have bitten off more than she'd wanted. "I don't know. Lately they've have been getting a bad rap... especially from some of those big tycoons."
Natalie had to chuckle at that. "All the more reason to go and expose them. Besides this is a charity event for wild animals that are starving because of global warming."
Tootie regarded her friend. "Do you want to go, Nat?"
Blue eyes blinked. She didn't expect that. "What?"
Tootie read the card again. "It says I can bring one guest," she clarified.
The reporter made a point to act disinterested. "You don't really have to-"
"Okay, never mind," Tootie stuffed the card back in the envelope.
Natalie snatched it. "I'll go."
Blair reapplied her lipstick for the forth time that evening. Hamilton had swerved the limo and caused her to miss her top lip again. She blotted, then sat back and sighed, watching the buildings go by. It was seven twenty-three, and she had agreed to meet Mark at the Plaza Hotel. She preferred it that way, instead of arriving together. The tabloids would have a field day with that; she released a ragged sigh at the thought.
Blair checked her watch. Being fashionably late was expected at these events; being as it had started at seven. They were serving dinner at eight, after all... and cocktails... much needed. She had googled Mark Valespar. He was an heir, no surprise. They'd talked briefly on the phone the day before. Blair learning that he was thirty, a Stanford business grad; MBA from USC. He'd acquired his position through his family's 'next in line' latter of appointment... as did she. He had called her just to break the ice before their 'date'.
He had called it that.
Blair, much to her own credit, kept thanking him for escorting her... and that her father had suggested it, and that she was very busy with a new project at work. She hoped he'd gotten the message. After all, she was unavailable... yes... or at least that was what her mind and heart was telling her... even if not physically or even officially. Blair closed her eyes. A smile adorned her features and she knew she was blushing at the thought of the brunette.
They had managed to stay busy for the rest of the week; occasionally seeing each other in the lobby or in the hallway on the way to a meeting. Jo was always pouring over her computer, otherwise.
She knew Jo would be at the event tonight, and that elicited a warm feeling that went down to her toes. She brushed a hand over her dress; having decided at the last minute to wear the expensive and exotic number. It took her three hours to get dressed. Her hair was conditioned and meticulously wound in a shell-like bun. Bangs accentuated her face with spiral length hair hanging down on both sides. Her makeup was a little heavier than usual; the eyeshadow she picked was meant to bring out the hazel color of her eyes. She had a professional mani-pedi done - extra effort being made on her toes, which were in an open toed shoe: four inch heels, that had diamond studs on them.
The limousine finally arrived; the car twisted around the rounded entrance of the Plaza Hotel. "Well this is it." Blair could see several news cameras and photographers waiting as each car pulled up.
She pulled on a full-length fur coat, electing to hold a matching fur shawl that she planned on throwing across her shoulders as she milled about the floor.
Hamilton drew the car up between two gold posts that were at the top of a rolled out red carpet. He quickly exited the car and came around to open the door for Blair. She was carefully lifted out with the help of his hand as her name was called.
"President of Warner Textiles, Blair Warner!"
A small crowd that had formed clapped as she started her walk down the carpet. Flashing camera lights sparkled as she heard a few gasps, and murmurs. Several surprised eyes were wide with fascination and smiles of adoration took in the beautiful woman.
Blair smiled brightly. She was, after all, in her element. The front of her coat was purposely open, reveling the plunging neckline of the tight fitted black dress - its hem coming to rest just above the knee. The single strand of diamonds around her neck matched her earrings and sparkled as several flashes went off, following her down the carpet.
Then the moment was over and Blair had reached the coat check-in. She gave the young woman her coat and gloves and took a number. Fluffing and adjusting the stole of fur around her shoulders, she turned then heard a throat clear.
"Blair?"
A young man, tall, wearing a black tuxedo stepped into view. Blair blinked, not sure if she'd heard her name. "I'm sorry?"
The man smiled, bearing a bright white set of teeth, "Blair Warner?"
Blair eyed him. This must be Mark. She faced him fully. He's thinner than his picture. She held out a hand. "Mark Valespar?" she asked with a tight smile.
Mark took her hand at the fingertips. His blue eyes twinkled as he shook it. "Blair, wonderful to meet you." He politely released her hand. "Your picture doesn't do you justice."
A smile, as the blonde did an internal eye roll at the overused phrase. "Thank you... like-wise." Blair said artificially. She discreetly did a once over... he was standard grade... or 'Daddy approved' whichever was which. She motioned toward the ballroom full of people. "Shall we?"
"My pleasure." Mark offered his arm and grinned as Blair lightly placed her hand on his bicep as they walked into the room.
Stuffy.
That was the word of the day for Jo. She sat silently in the back of the small limousine David Warner had sent for her. She'd wanted to take her bike but... well 'in formal ware?' David asked. He had won the argument as Jo couldn't come up with a good excuse to ride her preferred mode of transportation.
David Warner understood Jo needed to keep a low profile. Entering at the front of the hotel wouldn't be a good idea, as pictures would be taken and questions would start to form. So here they were, as the limo arrived at the back of the hotel. Jo adjusted her tuxedo jacket. It was black with a feminine cut. The vest was white lace, very elegant, and she had topped off her outfit with a one inch heel. Her hair was down, and she had on just sprinkle of make-up...enough to accentuate her green eyes and smile.
She got out as soon as the car stopped, not waiting for the driver to open the door.
"Mr. Warner said to stay here until you were ready to leave." The driver said as he closed the door.
A nod. "Thanks." Jo stood there for a moment, "I feel like I'm supposed to tip you or something."
The man smiled, then tipped his hat. "Not necessary."
Jo accepted that then moved to go inside the Plaza Hotel. She had received a map of the entire hotel and of where the event would be held. A brief meeting with Eric earlier, had her well equipped for the evening. There were three FBI agents on the inside and a team on the exterior. She tapped the back of her ear as she made her way down a long hall toward the elevators.
"Test, this is Pol checking in. I need one, two and three..." she said.
"Test, agent one..."
"Test, agent, two..."
"Test, agent, three..."
"Alright, I'm in. Are we all in place?"
There was a round of 'yesses' from the other agents as Jo arrived at the elevator. She tapped them off. There were other people crowding in as the doors closed. It was all glass and the view was amazing as they could see the entire event floor come into view as they rode up to it.
Jo stepped off; then headed to the entrance of the event. She checked into the host station and after they'd found her name on the list of guests, she was allowed through.
She searched the floor for David Warner and found him in the middle of several other CEO's already nursing a glass of scotch. Jo started to make her way over to him, observing the lavish ballroom with its ice sculptures, Champaign fountains and furs and diamonds everywhere. She managed to snag a flute full of of Champaign from one of the passing waiters. Taking a sip, she heard a sharp gasp and turned.
"Jo?!"
The brunette let a lazy smile grow as she took another sip. "You guy's clean up nice," she said, watching her two best friends approach her.
Natalie was the first to gawk. "Wow! You look..."
"Smashing," a smile. "I know," Jo said jokingly, smoothing out her jacket.
"I was going to say..." Natalie opened and shut her mouth as she took in the brunette. "I guess smashing covers it."
Tootie giggled. "We've just never seen you this..." she searched for the words. "Made up before."
Jo rolled her eyes at the two of them. "Would you two knock it off?" she half teasingly barked.
Okay, so it wasn't everyday that she dressed up for something like this... or something like this she went to everyday. Whatever. Jo did a mental scoff at that. Getting through this evening and all the chit chat she'd have to suffer through would be all she could endure. She looked at Tootie and frowned. "What's with the tiara?"
Tootie adjusted it then smiled. "It's from the prop department. They said I could borrow it for the evening."
Natalie took a sip of Champaign and smirked, as did Jo. "Oh." Jo took another look around, keeping her eyes moving around the room. "So, how'd you guys get in here?" She knew it was invitation only.
"Nat's my guest," Tootie said proudly. "I got the official invite."
Natalie sipped her drink then swallowed. "They hate reporter's here," she tried to explain her lack of an invite.
Jo shrugged, then took out the envelop and read it again. There was something about the host's name that didn't quite sit well with her. "Says here this thing is being hosted by Evangeline Lillian St. Claire Dominico Fieretto... huh... I feel like I should know who this is," she stated.
"Evangeline?" Natalie leaned in and read it. "I know what you mean." Her brow knitted. "Something about that name..."
The three of them stood there in thought for a moment until... they heard an approaching voice behind them...
"Yooohooo!"
All three slowly turned and took in the woman moving swiftly toward them, waving her arms. Natalie was the first to speak. "Well now I get it," she took a sip.
Tootie's smile faded. "It can't be..."
Jo took a sip. "It can and it is." She put on a fake smile. "Boots St. Claire..."
The woman stopped and gave each one of them an earnest smile. She was dressed in all white. Sequined gown, diamond studded earrings and a matching necklace. Even the fur stole was fluffed to the nines.
"Well, well, well... so good to see all of you," she paused to take a breath, "Welcome to the Plaza Hotel... home of some of New York's finest food and spectacular events... like this one... Its famous clientele include-"
"We know Boots, we know," Jo interrupted, taking another sip.
"Well..." Boots reigned in her spiel. "I'm so glad you all have been so generous as to give to the fund... It's for the walruses, the polar bears, the penguin's and of course the poor little fish."
They'd all given to the cause, had written their checks days beforehand - it was, after all, very much needed. Jo also knew another reason for such an event. "Knock it off, Boots. It's the beginning of the year. You're getting a jump on a tax write-off." She took a drink from her Champaign flute and looked around disinterestedly.
Boots maintained her smile. "While that all may be true, the wildlife of the Artic and Antarctica needs our help."
Tootie tapped Natalie on the arm. It was their little silent signal to leave. "We're going to go and mingle," she said. Natalie nodded and smiled as they quickly scurried away; leaving Jo stuck, and flat footed.
Boots watched them go, then turned her attention to the brunette, taking in her attire. "Well... as I live and breathe. Jo Polniaczek." She'd said it with a look under her eye lashes.
Jo spared her a glance then went back to scanning the room. "Nice thing you have going here," she took another sip.
Boots wiped at a tendril of hair, putting it in place. "I'm glad you came." A smile.
That got Jo's attention. The way she'd said that. "I'm an invited guest," she informed.
"I heard you were working at Warner now," Boots was never one to waste time getting to the point. She saw a brown brow lift at that. "Full time." A big toothy smile. She visibly enjoyed Jo's startled surprise. "Few things get by me within our circle." She made a loop between them with her index finger.
Jo frowned at her. "I'm not in your circle, Boots."
A chuckle, then, "Of course not, dear... but Blair is." She snagged a Champaign flute from a passing waiter, took a sip and held it out from her body as she waited for Jo to respond.
Jo slightly closed her eyes, not really wanting to have this conversation, but took the bait anyway. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying when things happen, people talk." She took another sip and waited.
Jo shifted her weight agitatedly. "Look, Boots, the only thing that's happened lately is I've been hired to work in IT."
Boots kept up a bright smile that was wearing on the brunette's nerves. The socialite's eye's even sparkled. "Bingo!" She punctuated.
Some things never change. "Whatever, it's not a secret." Jo took a long drink from her flute.
She sighed then blinked several times as something shook her. The hair on her neck stood up... it wasn't a bad feeling, just... a sensation... she turned slowly and trekked her line of vision across the large ballroom, finally finding what had beckoned her...
It was a slight movement that caused Blair to look away from her conversation. She and Mark had made their rounds, talking and rubbing elbows with the elite. She turned her attention to what had caught her eye across the room...
Unmistakably gorgeous green eyes...
They were piercing and almost bold, and sent an unexpected jolt through her. She gasped then quickly covered with a laugh at whatever the man in front of her had said... her heart taking on a runaway rhythm of its own.
"...So then I swung at it in the sand trap three times until I finally dug it out!" the man said, Mark had laughed at his joke.
Blair laughed along as well, having not the slightest idea what the conversation was about. She snuck anther glance at Jo, noticing the suit she wore. Oh wow... She fills that out nicely. She swallowed, feeling a flush cover her body from head to toe. She secretly loved it when Jo went against status quo. For some reason, she found that to be quite... stimulating.
"Are you alright?" Mark had noticed her appearance. He gave her a puzzled look.
Blair patted his arm. "I'm fine... I-It's just a little warm in here." She gestured toward the balcony. I'm just going to get some fresh air." She took a few steps from him. "I'll be right back."
Mark grabbed her hand. "Nonsense. It's freezing out there," he said, a little concerned at the executive's sudden actions. "Please, allow me get you something to drink."
Blair didn't have time to object and watched as Mark left. She looked across the room noticing Jo in conversation with Boots St. Claire of all people... she squared her shoulders and excused herself then made up her mind to acknowledge one of her fellow executives... after all it would be impolite to pretend she didn't see her when it was so very obvious she did.
"... So that's how we got involved with the charity..." Boots finished informing Jo of her charitable expeditions when her eyes lit up at the approaching woman.
Jo turned as well, watching as Blair came toward them. Her stomach did a little dance as the executive moved closer. So beautiful, was what first came to mind. She couldn't help but notice several heads turn as high four-inch stilettos made their way across the floor. The form fitting dress left nothing to the imagination as hips swayed a determined gait.
Jo's eyelids shuttered and a half smile formed. Blair approached them; then purposely gave the socialite a polite gesture, narrowing her eyes.
"Well, well, well..." Boots began with an exaggerated smile, raking her eyes over Blair's form.
Blair gave Boots a cutting glare. "If you call me Warnsie, I'll scream," she muttered harshly through clenched teeth.
"I was just going to say how stunning you look!" Boots countered like a pro. "Doesn't she look stunning, Jo?"
To Jo's credit, she stifled a laugh by bringing the flute of Champaign up to her lips. She knew better than to look directly at Blair and simply nodded her head as she finished off her glass. She closed her eyes as she felt the burn of the wine go down... anything was a welcome distraction. She cleared her voice.
"Boots was just telling me about the charity." A smile.
"How nice." Blair returned the smile. She turned her attention back to the socialite. "It's really wonderful what you and your husband have done with the fund." A pause. "So good of you to take the time."
There. Small talk initiated.
Boots sipped her flute a bit before responding. "Well, Niles lets me have my charities and my playthings," she'd said that rather haughtily.
It was no secret she had married rich... twice. It also wasn't a secret that Boots and Niles Fieretto were known to be swingers from time to time... at least it wasn't a secret within their circle. Jo, however, was still in the dark about that tiny bit of information. She gave the two women a confused look.
Blair crossed her arms over her chest. "And just how is that working out?" she asked, happy to see Boots put on the spot. For some reason, it gave her a sense of superiority.
Boots didn't skip a beat. "Oh, poo, Blair. You know I have no qualms about having fun." She had long sensed something between the two old friends and looked between Jo and Blair. Perhaps it was time to finally to test the waters. She linked her arm through Jo's, only for the brunette to stiffen at the sudden move. She stood still as Boots came closer to her.
"I'm sure Jo can attest to that," Boots announced much to Jo's utter confusion.
"What are you talking about now, Boots?" she eyed the woman.
Blair watched the two of them interestedly. She cleared her throat uncomfortably as she watched the socialite practically rub herself against Jo. A pang of... okay, this is not a jealous feeling...
"Oh, come, come now Jo... you don't remember?" Boot's had practically purred in the IT executive's ear.
Jo took a peek at Blair who was seemingly restraining herself. She lifted her arm from the grasp. "No, I have no idea what you're talking about."
Boots rolled her eyes. "Tsk. I guess because it was so long ago," she said wistfully.
Blair's patience was wearing thin. "What are you going on about?" A well-manicured hand rested on a shapely hip.
"Oh, piff!" Boot's took a sip then stomped her foot. "Well, alright, you don't have to beat it out of me."
"Boots," Jo said warningly under her breath.
Boots drew in a breath. "Jo and I engaged in a make out session one evening when we were at Langley." She let the words out hurriedly... then took a step back to watch the fireworks.
There was stunned silence between the three of them. Jo was the first to crinkle her brow at the statement... and truth be told she was starting to feel the effects of the single glass of Champaign she'd just had.
Brown eyes slowly turned and found green one's looking everywhere but at her. "Is that true?" Blair asked in such a soft and little voice, it made Jo close her eyes with regret... for what, she wasn't quite sure, but she hated the feeling of possibly hurting Blair.
There were certain... bits and pieces of that night that she'd pieced together... but... "I don't know..." That was the truth. There was very little remembered.
"Oh that's right," Boots began, actually enjoying the rather shocked look on Blair's face. "We had just polished off an entire bottle of cabernet sauvignon," she sniffed. "Very expensive, but worth every last drop." She pinned Blair with a facetious look. "Jo is an excellent kisser." She had stressed the word excellent.
If looks could kill, was the phrase that ran through Jo's mind. Blair, though visibly upset, took it in. All of it. She tried to reason that it had happened long before Jo had even come out, let alone she herself was dating men at the time, and, and... but.
It still hurt.
For the sake of not giving Boots St. Claire one ounce of gratification, she pulled herself together. "I see," she stated. What more could be said anyway? She certainly didn't want to give that woman the satisfaction of seeing her jealous. And really... what of it? It was just a one off obviously...
"We celebrated, I believe," Boots tapped her chin in thought. "The board's Christmas party and, oh! Now I remember. Jo was a freshly minted Regent and was diligently working late and decided to go back to the conference room. I followed and urged her to take a break and partake in some wonderful libation with me," Boots smiled wickedly. "I believe after about one or two glasses of the extravagant wine, our leather-clad, motorcycle riding friend here let her inhibitions down."
The tinkling of a grand piano, dull conversation and occasional laughter was all that could be heard for a few moments before Jo could gather enough gumption to speak. She had broken out in a cold sweat and, quite frankly... felt embarrassed by it all.
"You know... I remember very little about what happened." Jo cut her eyes at Boots. "Are you saying you took advantage of me?" she tried to steer the conversation.
Boots put a startled hand to her chest. "Heavens no! Quite the opposite," she said, then floated the glass up to her lips as she watched Blair give the brunette a scathing look.
Jo stayed quiet. She figured it was the best thing she could do under the circumstances. She finally met brown eyes... they were incensed. "Blair..."
A hand went up as the blond executive attempted to quickly bury her anger. "It's really none of my business."
Jo knew what that meant. She sensed the bottom dropping out and dammit if she wasn't quite coherent enough to even fight back. "Please try to understand..." Green eyes pleaded, and waited as Blair remained silently miffed.
Boots lifted her brows and pursed her lips. "Well, as much as I find this mystery truly fascinating, and would love to stay and converse all night with the two of you, I have my rounds to make." She smiled at them then finger waved. "Toodles!"
Jo watched as the woman blended in to the crowd. She wiped a hand through her hair then faced the blonde. "You have to know that was over five years ago." That was met with a smirk and silence. "Blair," she tried again. "Nothing happened."
Just then a man holding two glasses came and stood beside Blair. "Ah, there you are." He handed one of the glasses to her. She took it without a word.
The man stood quietly. He was obviously waiting for an introduction as he watched Blair take a long drink.
Jo smiled at him. "Sorry, she's a little upset about something." She tried to give him a reassuring smile... whoever he was. Her smile faltered.
Mark looked at Blair with concern then put his hand out. "Hi. I'm Mark Valespar."
Jo shook the hand. "Jo Polniaczek." He seemed like a nice guy. "Friend of Blair's?" She had to ask. No doubt some of Blair's acquaintances were probably here. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
Mark looked to Blair again, who was purposefully tightlipped. He let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, actually I'm just..."
"He's my date," Blair interjected. She saw the smile Jo had on her face slowly melt, and her eyes blink as she tried to compute what just transpired.
Blair smiled at Mark who gave her a blank, slightly stunned look. She took his hand and clasped it in hers, then hiked an obstinate eyebrow.
Jo was aware of Blair's... nature... especially when she felt threatened or scorned. She could feel her mouth go dry. Oh... She looked at their hands clasped together then looked into defensive brown eyes. "Okay." Was all she said as a wave of disheartened mournfulness washed over her.
It made perfect sense after all. Blair wasn't going to just give up her lifestyle and especially her quite public social life on the mere whim of their... what... budding relationship? They hadn't really defined the new road they found themselves on... or even if they were in agreement as to where it was going.
Still, the harshness of what she was feeling and seeing it all play out in real life was like a bucket of ice water to the face. It's what Blair had warned her about... how things would look.
Jo cleared her throat. "Well... nice to meet you, Mark," she gave him a stiff smile. "Blair," she gave the blonde a small nod, then averted her eyes as she excused herself and determinedly headed for the elevator.
She pressed the up button, figuring she'd go up a few floors and check out the area. She felt an urgent need to keep busy. The doors dinged open and she stepped in, thankful the car was empty.
Just as the doors started to close they suddenly stopped and bounced open. Jo watched as they slid open to revel a very sheepish looking blonde. "Blair?"
Blair stepped on board then let the doors shut...
"What are you-"
Jo suddenly found a lone finger on her lips. She took the hint and stopped talking. "There are eyes and ears everywhere," Blair whispered.
Jo nodded, thinking she was partially responsible for some of those. Blair punched the top floor button, much to Jo's surprise, and they rode in silence, finally arriving at the floor. They got off, stepping into a small walkway with glass doors that led out onto a spacious balcony. They were completely alone, and the view... spectacular.
Jo decided it was quite fine to stay within the warmth of the building, but Blair had a better idea. She opened the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. Jo watched, not sure what the blonde was up to.
"Blair, it's freezing out here!" She held the door open, not quite willing to venture out into the frigidness.
It was a crisp, cold night and Blair took a few more steps, then stopped and faced Jo. She let a sly grin work its way to her lips before she reached up and took out a hair pin; undoing her locks and letting them fall. She shook out her mane, then tipped her head back; looking up at the twinkling stars... there must be millions of them. She closed her eyes taking in a lungful of air and smiled, fully aware of the eyes that were on her.
Jo leaned on the door, content for a moment just to watch, mesmerized. A lazy smile twitched its way to her lips. She shook her head then approached the blonde, having removed her jacket, and slung it over Blair's shoulders. She stuck her hands in her pockets. "You're crazy," she smiled, and received another dazzling smile in return.
Blair held her gaze on the brunette for a while longer. Their mingling breath could be seen in the air as their puffs started coming in short breaths. Brown eyes hunted through green and asked a question and Jo could only respond by bringing a hand up to smooth the back of her fingertips on a cold cheek. So soft, she thought, as she saw brown eyes flutter closed in reaction. She tilted her head... slowly coming closer as their lips joined carefully; sliding together - soft hums were made as the kiss deepened.
God I've missed this... Blair reached up and slid her hands up and around Jo's shoulders threading her fingers through the dark mane of hair. That elicited a moan as Jo felt her body tingle all over in reaction. She opened her mouth deepening kiss, reveling in the softness of Blair's mouth, taking her time tasting with each stroke. She let her hands smooth over back and hips, gently rubbing until Blair's voice hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
It was intense and their breathing became ragged as lips joined again and again... Jo knew it was going fast... too fast. Slow it down. She had wondered, fleetingly, if this was all just a reaction on her part from the alcohol. "Blair..." she breathed as they pulled slightly apart.
Blair's eyes were closed and she kissed Jo tightly once more. "Boots was right..." her voice was gravely and very affected.
Their foreheads were touching and Jo had settled her hands on Blair's hips, massaging them while trying to slow her heartbeat. "What..?" She struggled to catch her breath.
"You are a great kisser." Blair buried her face in Jo's neck, inhaling her scent. She felt a chuckle, then looked up to see darkened green eyes giving her the most reverent look.
"I believe she said I was an excellent kisser." A devious, toothy grin.
"Hmm... whatever..." She wouldn't give Jo her due. She hugged her tightly. "As long as I'm the only one doing it."
Jo laughed and wrapped her arms tightly around Blair. They swayed a little, the cold barely felt as they stayed that way for a few moments. It was quiet, and it felt like - if only for a moment - they were in their own world.
"We are breaking all kinds of rules," Blair finally said. She was enjoying the warmth of their connection. Jo's steady heartbeat had lulled her into a quiet feeling of contentment.
"I know," Jo sighed. She thought of something though. "We are officially off duty..." It was a noble try and even garnered a small laugh from the beautiful woman in her arms.
Blair slowly extracted herself from their embrace, immediately regretting it as the cold air spared no time filling in the space between them. She buttoned the top buttons of Jo's jacket with nervous fingers. "We should go back," she said softly.
Right. Jo took a step back. "We don't want people to start talking." She said it with a tinge of regret as they silently walked from the balcony toward the elevator.
Once inside, Blair turned and leaned against the elevator doors as she looked at Jo with a slightly sad expression. She glanced down at her feet then back up into the soft gaze. "I feel like I owe you an apology."
Jo was at a loss for words, not quite following. "For?"
Blair shrugged. "Dragging you up here, then kissing you." She saw Jo start to protest, "Yes, I was jealous."
An admission.
And one that rightfully stopped the brunette from saying anything in return. She couldn't help but feel a warm feeling of happiness arise in her chest. She felt flattered and humbled at the same time. "You have absolutely nothing to be jealous of." Jo knew they were just simple words, but... it was what she thought Blair needed to hear; and she was rewarded with a smile that said, 'thank you'.
Jo let her eyes roam over the woman in front of her. She noticed a blush had taken up residence on Blair's face, her neck - adorned with a lavish diamond necklace. Real no doubt. She noticed another chain underneath it... it looked familiar. She looked into brown eyes before letting her fingertips touch it, then drew the necklace from under her jacket, holding it on her fingertips.
"You wore it." A delighted smile.
Blair blushed even deeper, if that was possible. "I figured it would be a nice accessory to my outfit."
That may have been a lie, but Jo accepted it. Truth be told, she wasn't sure if the necklace was going to be thrown back at her when she'd first given it to Blair at Florenza's Cafe. She was Blair's secret Santa this year.
Jo looked at the smooth stone medallion. "I'd like to think you were the accessory that made this look nice." She followed that up with a teasing, yet sincere smile.
Corny but cute, and Blair hummed a smile in response. "It's beautiful, where'd you get it?"
"I got it while on assignment." A shrug. "My last assignment."
Jo meant Gragon. She'd had the stone that Empress Milkino had given her cut and attached to the necklace just for Blair. It's meaning weighing the most value in her decision to give it to blonde for Christmas.
"It seems special." Blair picked it up and turned it in her fingers, looking at the different colors and how they played in the light.
"It is." That was all Jo was able to offer. "I wanted you to have it. It's supposed to represent perseverance."
Blair smiled, understanding in more ways than one. The past year had been a whirlwind and, without determination, she wouldn't have made it through.
"Your being president of Warner and everything..." Jo said softly. She saw the grateful look, and closed her eyes as Blair gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Thank you." Blair tucked it back under the diamond necklace, then unbuttoned the coat - handing it back to Jo.
She adjusted her mink stole around her shoulders as Jo put her jacket back on, pulling the sleeves straight. A quiet understanding embraced them, as they prepared themselves.
"So..." Blair began, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She chose to leave her hair down. It felt more comfortable that way...and besides... Jo liked it.
Jo placed her hands in her pockets. "So." A smile. "I guess we..."
"Should get back to reality." Blair finished and they both laughed a little at that. A small silence floated in, as their glances became shy.
Jo moved to hit the down button, when she felt her hand softly gripped. She looked at Blair who wore a whimsical expression as she laced their fingers together.
Blair blinked, trying to gather what she wanted to say. "I enjoyed being with you tonight," she said breathily. "Just me and you," she whispered.
Jo's jaw sagged slightly at the words, their impact and the affect they had on her. She couldn't deny it... couldn't deny the happiness she felt when she held Blair, how her heart beat out of her chest when they'd kissed... how breaking the rules and potentially ruining a new project was shoved to the side for a few moments of something she'd never thought she'd ever feel in her life.
However fleeting...
They knew once they got on that elevator and the doors opened again... reality would be on the other side, waiting to embrace them with it's cold truth and harsh judgement.
It was sobering, and they stood still, looking sadly at each other as that reality sunk in. Jo suddenly found herself pushed up against the elevator doors as Blair wrapped her arms around her. She buried her head in a strong shoulder as warm arms hugged her in return.
Jo held on, her grip tightening around a waist. "Blair..."
A small gasp, then, "God... what are we going to do?" a head buried again in Jo's shoulder.
Jo looked up at the ceiling, willing something... anything, to give them an easy way. A sigh. "I don't know," she said softly.
Slowly they pulled from the embrace. Blair nodded absently. She kept her eyes from meeting Jo's. Turning, she smoothed her dress, then pushed the down button of the elevator. Jo could do nothing but watch as the doors slid open and they got on silently... standing side by side as the car took them down.
Down to what they both knew would be waiting for them. The challenges, the obstacles. And yet... as they stood there, they were aware of a sense of peace, of strength; a thread of hope there, right between them. They didn't acknowledge it... didn't have to, but it was there.
Two more floors to go. They both stared ahead; there was a whisper of touch as their fingers grazed, then joined for a second before the doors slid open.
Dropping the hand, Blair was the first to step off... without a word or a glance backward... she left, her heels clicking on the marbled floor, and all Jo could do was watch as she blended back into the world.
"Jo! There you are."
David Warner had finally caught up to her at the buffet table. She was working on piling a small plate of shrimp and other dishes she didn't quite know the name of. Acknowledging the CEO, she turned and gave him a smile. "How's everything?"
"I was just going to ask you the same thing." David was working on his third drink of the evening, and Jo could tell he was a little affected by that. "How's Blair?" he said a little loudly.
Jo hiked a brow then finished gathering a few extravagant looking crackers onto her plate. She took a bite, relishing in the surprising flavor. "She's fine. We talked." She wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"Good, good." David patted her rather heavy handed on the back. He got close to her ear. "Anything suspicious happening?" He said with a slur, and louder than necessary.
Jo kept up a straight face and put on a demeanor of having small talk. "Nothing out of the ordinary," was all she offered, hoping that would appease him. It wasn't a good idea to get into the logistics of a surveillance operation with a client that was slightly unstable.
"You'll let me know if there is?" an unfocused gaze and a brow hike, David Warner took a sip from his drink.
Jo's smile was staged. "Sure." She wanted to take the glass from him and replace it with a cup of coffee. She got close to him. "Mr. Warner, I'm going to have to ask that you not ask me any more questions... sir," she added with a smile.
Rounded eyes acknowledged the seriousness as a lone finger went up to lips. "Shhh..." a wink. "I got it. No more talk, gotcha." David tipped the last of his drink back, then set it down on the edge of the buffet table.
Jo watched him. "Thanks. And uh..."
"What?" David eyed her.
"You might want to lay off the drinks for a while... sir." Jo looked around while taking a bite of shrimp.
David pursed his lips, licking them. "Yeah, yeah, fine..." He patted her on the back again. "Good job, good job."
Jo watched with relief as he walked away. That would be the last thing they needed... an overheard conversation. There were so many devices on the market now-a-days that could intrude on a basic conversation. She bit into a cracker.
"Agent."
Jo put her plate down and tapped the back of her ear. "Here." She kept a napkin to her face, pretending to wipe it.
"This is two. We've got suspicious activity. Male, tall build, slender, graying hair on the temples, wearing a black tuxedo. Guy's been scoping the place for the last half hour; not sure if he's armed."
Jo moved to a slightly less occupied part of the ballroom - it was by one of the columns. "What part of the floor?"
"He's by the ice sculptures. I'm not sure who he's surveilling. He's not one of ours."
Jo made her way over to the ice sculptures... they were gaudy; and made it obvious there was a wildlife theme tonight. She looked around until she saw someone duck behind one of the columns. The man popped back up again, having caught her eye, he gave her a sneer.
"I'm made." She started following him. "Get me covered. I'm moving east toward the kitchen."
"I have you, Agent. This is one."
"This is three, Agent. We can get him covered on the other side. If you can get him in the kitchen we can make this a nonevent."
Jo walked faster, the man in front of her was moving swiftly; obviously trying to get away. "Not a problem. He seems to be headed that way."
The kitchen was busy as dinner was in full swing and waiters as well as kitchen staff were busy bringing food and plates in and out. Jo saw the man head for the back of the kitchen.
This had to be done quickly, and not to mention carefully. Clearing out the kitchen was the first priority. Jo took out her secret service credentials.
"Who's my contact in here?"
"Chef Morgan." Agent one informed.
Jo looked around until she found him. Reading his name tag, she carefully made her way over. He was stirring a large bowl of liquid.
"Morgan?"
The Chef nodded. He was an informant. "Problem?"
Jo showed him her credentials discreetly. The man nodded, still keeping a beat with his spoon.
"I need you to clear the kitchen." Jo dipped her finger into the bowl pretending to be calm about the situation.
No questions were asked as Morgan sat his bowl down. "Everyone, please remain calm. I'm asking that you clear the area immediately, we have a situation," he said as calmly as possible. "Please refrain from mentioning this to the guests, we don't want to alarm them."
"I'm in, Agent." Number two announced. "In the back. I don't see him yet."
"Good. I'm moving people out now." Jo said.
Several eyes went round with fear, as feet started to shuffle. Luckily no one asked any questions as utensils were dropped and ovens were quickly turned off. A few seconds later the kitchen was cleared.
Jo carefully went around the corner. "I'll distract him."
She pressed herself up against the side of a freezer as she slid around the corner... a loud crashing noise alerted her to the suspects location. She quickly moved into the clearing as the man and a gun popped up from behind a vegetable prepping table.
Jo took a quick assessment, he had a silencer on his gun. At least if it was fired it wouldn't scare the guests. She smirked at him.
"We can do this the hard way or you can come with us." She saw him look frantically around at the word 'us.' He sneered at her again.
So you're not a talker. Jo moved closer to the man, very much aware of the gun pointed at her head. "We don't have to do this the hard way."
She knew the people Barry Winstead had hired were not aware he was presently in FBI custody. They were simply hired to carry out a mission to completion and get paid.
Jo decided to use that to her advantage. "You're a lone wolf," she put on a small condescending grin. "Out here on your own," she moved closer, noticing the gun start to shake. "We have your boss in custody."
"You lie!" The man was sweating, his eyes skittishly looking around the kitchen.
Jo threw up her hands and shrugged. "Why would I lie?"
The man looked bewhildered for a spilt second... that's all it took. A fraction of a second later he found the gun kicked out of his hand. It startled him and he rushed at Jo taking a swing at her head. That was dodged, but not the next blow that came to her ribs...
She doubled over and fell as a sharp pain gripped her. The man saw an opening and grabbed a knife from a nearby table; then held it up before his legs were taken out from under him. Jo had swept his feet from the ground as the knife came out of his grip and she took the opportunity to punch him in the face.
She could've finished him off, but they wanted him conscious. She held back, watching as he was trying to focus, shaking his head. She looked up as three agents entered the kitchen. "Here!"
They approached her seeing the man lying on the floor. Agent two looked at Jo who seemed to be hunched over, hugging her stomach. "Good job," he gave her a smile.
Agent one handcuffed the man and dragged him out of the kitchen with the help of Agent three. Jo was still breathing hard, which was becoming painful as she realized her ribs may have been bruised. "Great."
"You okay, Agent?" Agent two reached over to one of the tables and handed her a napkin. "Here... you have a little..." he pointed to her lip, which had a spot of blood on it.
Jo dabbed at it, realizing she had been somehow nicked by the knife. It was a small cut, but... damn it hurt like a paper cut to the lip. "Yeah, I'm fine," she grunted as she stood up.
"We'll get him over to headquarters." The agent frowned at the grimace Jo was giving him as she nodded her head. "We'll need your account in the morning."
"No problem," Jo breathed.
"We've got three fresh eyes out there, if anything else transpires," he informed. He saw the brunette grimace again. "You okay?"
Jo blew out a breath. "He popped me one in the ribs... I'll live." She gave him what she thought was a 'drop it already' smile.
Agent two sucked his teeth. "I suggest you let us take over from here Agent."
Jo shot him a glare. "I have a client to protect," she protested.
The man gave her a frank look. "In this condition? We can easily assign another-"
"I've been assigned to her, I'll guard her!" Jo coughed then tried to straighten herself to full height. A discomforted noise came from her. She was fully capable of carrying out her mission... pain be damned.
Agent two watched her, his face clearly in disagreement. He waited a beat. "Alright, Agent. But if you need any back up..."
"Got ya'..." Jo waved a weary hand at him. She dabbed her lip again, closing her eyes in pain.
Agent two nodded. "I'll let them know it's safe to come back in," he announced. "We'll induce him then get him into interrogation." He then moved to exit the kitchen.
It was understood - the code of agents was a silent one when it came to personal decisions. Especially when it came to following through on a mission. If an agent was hurt, it was his or her decision, not the lead or commanding agent, to make the call. They'd been trained to ignore pain, ignore feelings when lives were on the line. Finish the job, see to the safety of the client was the main drive. Close the case then move on to the next.
Jo had kept that close to the vest. She kept running the agents code of decisions through her head as she made her way to the ballroom. She grunted with each step, but managed to keep a low profile. Grabbing a drink from the buffet table, she brought it to her lips, then decided better, setting it back down.
There was a crowd gathered around the center of the ballroom and the brunette had managed to find a small clearing beside a column. She leaned against it, sighing with relief as drops of sweat beaded on her forehead. Jo braced herself up against the marble column, thankful for its presence as she saw what was happening...
Several couples had taken to the floor, the music from a live band flowed loudly as onlookers smiled and clapped as each couple whisked by. It was then that she saw one of the couples... Blair and Mark; and she kept her eyes on them as they glided about the floor.
She couldn't help it as a quiet smile etched her face... Blair was enjoying every moment. The smile she wore... the beauty of her steps as Mark led them across the floor. Leaning her head back on the column, Jo sighed as her eyes hooded. She is so beautiful...
The song finally finished and Blair gave Mark a peck on the cheek, unaware of green eyes on her... of how they had narrowed at the sight. Jo took in a lungful of air and immediately regretted it as a wave of pain flooded her side. She almost doubled over, but remained on her feet... her eyes riveted to the couple.
Blair had linked her arm in Mark's and was smiling... that charming smile; her eyes twinkling as they walked arm in arm from the dance floor. Jo grimaced then dabbed her lip as she perched herself against the column; choosing to stay there for just a while.
She adjusted her weight as she leaned... it had been a long night, but at least they had averted immediate danger... for now. She kept a close eye on Blair, determined not to let anymore danger happen... even if it took everything out of her, she would see to it.
Keeping Blair safe... the client, she reminded herself as she closed her eyes... remembering just a few moments ago. Where they were: upstairs, on the balcony. Away from everything and everyone... and it felt like a million miles away from any danger, from any speculation and obstacles that could be put in their way.
Jo watched as the blonde tipped her head back in laughter... she noticed Mark reach an arm around Blair's waist, resting his hand on her hip. Blair had barely acknowledged it, keeping a rapt conversation with the woman she was talking to.
Jo sighed... Blair's word's coming back to her, she smiled wistfully.
Just me and you.