Hours passed before Jay strained his eyes open through a pounding headache,and he was grateful to whoever it was that created the universe that he was in a dark room. His back was as stiff as a board,and his right leg throbbed significantly. He could tell that if he had any hope of fixing that accursed limb,he'd have to undergo surgery.

The angel twisted his hands and found them tied together behind his back.

''Spiffy,''Jay groaned,''This is not how I wanted today to go.'' he licked his lips and realized he was thirsty.

But,in his current situation,the odds of getting any sort of drink were slim to none. Hell,he'd even settle for vodka. At least it would kill the fucking pain.

A loud clang from the door to his room opening made him wince with a thick groan of annoyance. That didn't help his headache at all.

"You're awake? How are you feeling?"

Jay slowly turned his head at the voice and recognized the driver from the truck. "Well,my leg's broken,so I got no hope of walking at the moment,and it hurts like hell."

Upon closer inspection,he saw this man was holding a shot glass. Jay was still as he was approached and the man,who sat down on the floor facing him,looked at the limb with concern.

"Between you and me,I did try to warn Rosie about how bad of an idea this was." The glass was held to Jay's lips. The Angel was hesitant and turned his head away.

"Bacardi 151. It's strong,but it'll help." Jay finally took a sip. The alcohol burned his mouth and singed his sinuses,but it felt good going down his throat as it almost instantly dulled the pain.

"Wow. You weren't kidding!"he coughed. It took him a moment to calm his heart rate,but he managed to relax. "Well,it's good to know you've got a brain,at least. I personally would have preferred vodka for killing pain."

The glass quietly met the concrete floor and a foreign hand pressed against Jay's swollen leg. It was hot to the touch,and he could feel how out of place the bones were.

"Hey,hands off!"Jay barked. He jerked his leg away,and yelped at the pain.

"You need a doctor,or better yet,a surgeon."

Jay gave a wry laugh. "That your professional opinion?"

An amused chuckle. ''An observation. I'd say stay put,but it's not like you're going anywhere.''

The Angel snarled in disgust. ''No thanks to you,''he muttered.

''You can hold out. I'll get you a doctor.''

Jay's eyes narrowed. ''How? Enough people are looking for me. And I'll bet the Miami crime lab is curious about Rosie's killing spree.''

''I'm aware that there's a special FBI team in town. I'm sure one of them won't mind 'stopping by',as it were.''

Upon stepping into the living room of Horatio's house,JJ paused,feeling severely out of place. Being crammed in a hotel or police station on a case was one thing. But actually being permitted to enter and stay in someone else's home,that was another.

The house was fairly clean,with the occasional toy or DVD disc lying about. Aidan and Dorian darted up to their room,having no desire,really,to get to know the guest of the house. Genesis disappeared into the kitchen to prep an early lunch.

Like Genesis,the house itself gave off an eerie aura,bringing a great level of discomfort and confusion to the air. It looked lived in,and there was a hint of personality to the structure itself. But JJ felt she just didn't belong. She felt as though something were trying to push her away. Similarly,Genesis gave her the same feeling. There was a lingering puff of darkness,so to speak,that surrounded him,making her wonder if there was something he had yet to get over.

The sound of a knife clicking against a cutting board brought her out of her thoughts and into the kitchen. JJ saw Genesis dicing a tomato and an onion.

"What are you making?"she asked curiously.

There was a shift in the air and an essence of peace suddenly radiated off of the redhead,and he smiled.

"Spanish rice and calamari. The kids love it."

JJ cringed with a quiet "ew" and hoped like hell that the kids didn't know what calamari was.

"Stuff it. You haven't even tasted it yet."

JJ laughed nervously. ''I don't eat squid.''

Genesis looked at her and set his jaw. ''Miss Jereau,I don't care who you are. You could be the First Lady having an affair with the Czar of Russia. You're gonna eat what I serve.''

There was that assertive behavior,again. JJ sat down at the table and quietly watched Genesis' movements.

"Are you...bipolar?"she asked finally.

"Some people like to think so. But no. I'm just a very temperamental fire Celt. And then there's whatever my other dad gave me."

''Your...other dad?''JJ raised a brow.

Genesis gave a heavy sigh. ''Yes. He is currently...not a part of my life...and it's probably for the better.''

''And the Celtic blood comes from...?''

''My father,Horatio Caine.'' JJ was slightly surprised,still unsure of where Genesis' feminine side came from.

''You didn't do your reading on your way over here?''

JJ rolled through the stack of files in her head. ''There wasn't a file for you. Granted,you were mentioned,and a picture was provided,but there actually wasn't anything on you. Spencer complained about the inadequate information."

Genesis laughed quietly and tossed the chopped tomato and onion into a frying pan.

"You know,I have to say it. You're weird. Really weird."

"How so?"Genesis was curious about the cause for this statement. He wasn't offended by it. He was starting to find that a lot of people thought that way about him.

"You act and talk like a girl half the time. It's really confusing."

A cackle slipped free. "You sound like Jay. Although,he doesn't voice what's in his head. Most likely because he knows he'd be on the couch if he did. My father doesn't question it. Although,sometimes,I feel like certain actions I've made give him flashbacks...''

JJ grumbled in continued confusion. ''But where does the female half of you come from?''

Genesis paused,and looked at the blond. ''Do you believe in reincarnation?''he asked.

The woman thought for a moment,tilting her head as she questioned the concept. The atmosphere was intensifying,making her feel as though she were being stared at and analyzed. Her eyes drifted to Genesis,who had returned himself to his task of stirring ingredients in the frying pan.

"I don't know where I stand on the idea,honestly."

The redhead nodded. ''We will leave it at that,then.'' Genesis opened the cabinet above the stove and brought down a bowl of rice,from which he took 3 cups and he dumped them in a spaghetti pot.

Water,butter,salt and pepper followed the rice and the stove began to give heat.

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