Dark Reasons Ch. 02-03

"It's just like riding a bike," he said and grinned at the doctor. "You just never forget how to do it."

"True. I just messed his nose up a little more and he'll probably need to sit on an ice pack for a couple of days. I don't know who hit him the first time, but they did a pretty impressive job. That man is built like a granite mountain."

"That would be your patient. She got in the first swipe."

"Hey, the patient is awake and right here, guys," she grumped, annoyed with being talked about. "And the ass deserved it. He had my gun pointed at my head."

Ethan turned surprised eyes down at the petite form all but swallowed by the hospital gown. "And how did you manage to not get shot?"

Justin laughed. "She had a little help from an SUV, Doc."

Jenna glared at him. "Don't mind him, Doctor. Too much time in the sun broiled what little brain he had."

Ethan shook his head at the play between the two of them. "If you two are through poking at each other. . ."

"Yeah, Jenna, you're sick. Lay there and be sick."

"That's it, you don't exist." She tried to cross her arms in front of her and hissed at the aches that it caused.

"You're beautiful when you mad, partner."

"When I get out of this bed, you're toast. Burnt toast." She glared at him and then turned her face to the other side to face Ethan. "When will that be, Doc?"

"No broken bones, but those ribs are pretty bruised," he flipped open the chart at the bottom of the bed. "As you are finding out since you have refused all pain killers. Your going to be pretty sore today and worse tomorrow. Mild concussion but if you have someone at home to keep an eye on you, I can let you go today."

Justin opened his mouth but Jenna beat him to it. "Yeah, I got someone that I can have come over and keep an eye on me. Just let me out of this place."

Justin opened his mouth again and then shut it when Jenna shot him a fulminating glare. "Uh, yeah."

Ethan eyed them both. "Sure?"

"Yes," they both said at once.

"Okay, I'll have the nurse bring in the discharge slips and a prescription for some pain killers. You also need to follow up with your regular doctor in a couple of days." He slid the end of the chart over the foot of the bed. "Do yourself a favor, Jenna. Take the pills if you need them. Those ribs are going to hurt like a bi... well pretty bad for a couple of days."

Jenna just nodded, knowing she probably wouldn't even get the prescription filled. She knew how easy it was to get addicted to pain pills, had seen first hand what that addiction could do to a person. Instead, she would just get busy with work. She was sure she could get on her feet and be there for the interrogation of their suspect. And she couldn't wait to walk into that tiny, hot room and see him shackled to the table. She wanted the satisfaction of seeing his face when he realized a woman had brought him down.

Ethan saw the smile on her face and almost shivered at the look in her eyes. "I bet you're a damn good cop," he said before he turned around to leave the room.

"You are not going into interrogation, Jenna. No way." He shook his head as she gazed at him innocently. "No fucking way, Jenna. You should stay in the hospital at least a day and take a week off to get better. You can't possibly be thinking of going in to work."

"Why not? Just think of how demoralizing it will be to our suspect when I walk in there. Remember the profile, Justin. He hates women, he thinks we're inferior. Just imagine how it's going to grind him to have been brought in by a woman."

"Why not?" Justin was incredulous. "How about the fact that you were just in an accident that could have killed you. You have burns on your face from gun shot residue, which means that damn gun had to be right in your face when it went off. You had half of the cops in the city in here half the night praying for you. And, you're in pain even if you won't admit to it. You're going home, going to get into bed and not move." He waggled his finger in her face. "Otherwise, I'm going to go have a word with Doctor Miller and let him know just how full of shit you are."

Jenna gaped at him, then- and if anyone had told her that she was doing it, she would have decked them-pouted. "Fine."

"Good girl. I'll go see what I can do about some clothes for you. The undercover outfit is a complete loss."

"Thank God."

He laughed and started heading towards the exit.

"Wait, Justin."

He turned and raised one blonde brow.

"What was the bad news?"

"Oh," he took a couple steps back toward her. "There's just this little thing from last night." He carefully grabbed the front of her paper gown and got into her face. "If you ever disregard a direct order from a superior officer again, this officer will be more than happy to bust your ass all the way back down to beat cop. Got it?"

"But..."

"No buts, Jenna. Yes or no. Got it?"

"Yes, sir. I just have one thing to add."

He let go of her. "Fine, go ahead."

"I just wanted to remind you that you're about five minutes superior to me, so don't threaten me buddy or you'll be in this bed instead of me."

They glared at each other in understanding. "I'll go get you something to wear."

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This is a repost of one of my old stories. I hope you enjoy it.