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    Collision Course 4.50

     

                “One date?” asked Sam, steely grey eyes narrowed, thinking she could rebuff Shane for a whole date.  “Just one, no sex…,” added the tomboy doctor.

     

                “OH for the love of all that is holy, just go on a date with her!” declared Izzy loudly.  “Sorry,” she added in a softer voice as the table gave her a cooling look.  “You are one of the most stubborn women I’ve ever met.  I know, I’m going to sound callus, but CJ is gone, Sam.  And Shane’s not bad; you desperately need a new haircut though.  I mean, seriously?  What is that, a rag doll pixie cut?”

     

                Sam burst out laughing, “Fine, one date.”

     

                “I’m not changing my hair,” stated Shane looking over at Izzy with a deadly glare.  “Seriously, I’m not changing it.”

     

                “No, Shane’s hair is her signature,” said Carmen grabbing a pastry and stuffing it into her mouth.  Lara smiled at her, and Carmen smiled back in spite of herself.

     

                Bette looked at the door, again, and decided she had to call Jo, bending down and talking her phone out of her purse, “Calling me?” asked a voice from behind her.

     

                “Where have you been?” asked Bette, getting up and kissing Jo passionately, “I was worried.”

     

                “Sorry, I had to make a detour to Twilight, and I got a phone call,” said Jo, raising a hand to the table.  “Seen Emma?  Something’s come up,” asked Jo, that was when Bette realized that she was wearing a suit, black, with a crisp white shirt underneath, and her gun was at her hip, and a badge next to it.  She’s changed, and she was in her official uniform, so to speak.  The FBI badge glimmered in the light of the room, Bette reached out, touching it with timid fingers, knowing that it symbolized a huge change in their relationship.

     

                “No, I haven’t seen her, is it bad?” asked Bette the concern in her voice was evident, and Jo touched her cheek softly.

     

                “Terror alerts has gone up, and they’ve asked us to profile the potential do’ers.  Our trip is going to have to wait…  Emma’s supposed to be here with… something to speed up… the you know?” said Jo softly no relishing the thought of the pain that she was about to experience.  She’d rather have been in Maine with Bette, but Jo was going to make sure that they did get to spend that week in the woods, one way or the other.

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    1. *Scream* LOL Please dont kill anyone else! That was a great chap. I’ve been wondering when you would post again. And now i cant wait for your next post after the cliff you just left me hangin on. What will the JadedRogue do this time? PPS

    2. Busy.busy .busy. Okay I can understand that. we all live in the real world.But dont like one of my favorite writers to be that busy to leave us without her stories. You have left us in a bad cliff hanger. The whole gang was there except Jenny. so who in the world did you kill this time. Not Bette nor Jo. Please Please Please poat sooner than later. thanks

    3. Whoa, what?!?! JM, I’ve missed this story… finding a post from you brightened what’s been a really crap-tastic day. I quite liked the banter among the group… and the end of the chapter… I have to admit, I’m scared someone’s going to die. So I’m begging the Rogue one, please, let the supernatural ones absorb any & all potentially fatal damage and keep everyone else safe. Those powers have to be good for something other than immortality, right? Needless to say, you’ve got to post soon, Janet. Thanks

    4. OH FUCK!!! What didja do NOW?!!! LOL. I’m not even gonna plead for mercy cause I know it’ll be a lost cause. Loved the camaraderie between the group. Too funny how everyone’s dirty little secrets got told at the table. Great update.

    5. Heh, you just cant help yourself, and I can just imagine you sitting there grinning at all of the comments that are asking you to not kill anyone. *sigh* how about you kill them all (little reverse psych cant hurt ;-)) oh and you speak french, help me out, why do canadians speak french? as always you write well good for words in story yes. Nice to be back into the old ways, and for the reccord im not addicted. -LB

    6. This was awesome…and I agree with KS19 please don’t kill anyone…and Tina needs to get laid before she snaps…and I don’t think Sam is the one for her.

    7. HOLY SHIT! Janet, those two words actually came out of my mouth as i read the last sentence. WOW! i just… what can i say man. Is it an earthquake??? armageddon??? i need to know woman!!!! PPS!!!!

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