"U got, u got it bad if you miss a day without your friend your whole life's off track"-Usher
John stared at the clock hanging on the wall of his loft. It had been 28 days since he last saw her. It had been 2 days 4 hours and 20 minutes since he last talked to her on the phone. It had been 3 hours since she last texted him. Every since she got shot things for him had been different.
In the heat of the moment he had let his emotion run wild and he blurted out the feeling he had for her. Once he said what he said he felt like a weight had been removed from his chest. If his Mother was still alive she'd probably slap him upside the head for putting the moves on a woman he liked in the middle of a morgue. He brought his hand to his face to control his cheeks, even after a month he still smiled like an idiot when he thought about their kiss. He missed her, she was recuperating at her mother's house. Well according to her she was being held against her will by overbearing family members. Even though she was only a few hours away it still felt like his whole day and life was off track because she wasn't there. He didn't even enjoy knee capping bad guys as much since she wasn't around to hassle him about his methods.
It was amazing how far they come without even realizing it. They went from adversaries to friends to comrades to something more. He didn't know exactly when his feelings changed. He did know she became his sort of friend when she stopped trying to arrest him. She became a friend when she saved him from getting his ass handed to him by a neo-Nazi. She became a true friend when she helped him find Harold. She became his comrade when she risked everything to free him from prison. She became something more when she made it clear that she was willing to die trying to disarm a bomb vest to save him. She became something more when they had moments over coffee and pie. She definitely became something more when she unknowingly became the reason he had to take cold showers in the morning. She absolutely became something more to him when they used her, Zoe and Shaw as bait for a potential serial killer. He honestly tried to sabotage her dating profile by stating she had a kid and was a cop. He remembered the look Harold gave him when he changed her profile setting from the lawyer profile Harold made.
She was definitely became more than 'just a friend' when he was ready to beat the living hell out of Ian when he kissed her. Just thinking about it made him mad who did that short baby faced twit think he was kissing his girl.
John sat up in his bed 'his girl'. No she wasn't his girl. She was his friend and comrade. He liked her because she was his friend. He made her laugh because she was his friend. He wanted to change and become a better person because his friend said she believed he was a good man. He knew her likes and dislikes because they were friends. He knew she liked dark chocolate, that her favorite TV show was MASH, that her favorite romance movie was Casablanca, her favorite comedy movie was Liar, Liar. He knew that she took 3 sugars and 1 cream in her coffee because they were just friends.
He wondered what she would look like walking around his apartment wearing socks and his dress shirt because they were just friends. That night at the club, acting strictly as a friend, he keep staring at her wondering what she had on under her dress.
He let out a half laugh. Yeah he had it bad for her because she was just his friend.