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[Tara Janzen Crazy Series.] A/U J.T Chronopolus never died in Columbia. Set between Crazy Love and Crazy Sweet.
I do not own our lovely chop shop boys. Tara Janzen does.
What the hell? J.T was stretched out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure why the girl rattled him so much. She was cute, yeah, but not drop dead gorgeous. Usually he went for tall, built blondes. Shit, her tits couldn’t even have been more then a handful each! Just thinking about her tits made him hard, though. He sighed and threw his arm over his eyes. He needed to get laid. He hadn’t gotten laid since he got back from his last mission, a short, sweet, easy kill in Kosovo. And that’s what he needed: sex. But ever since Columbia, sex hadn’t filled that void. He always felt empty inside after. Fuck. J.T sat up and swung himself off the bed. He needed something to do besides sit and think. Working on Suzette was out of the question: it was too noisy. Shooting Range was out, too. Kid and Skeeter had decided to rip everything out and re-work the damn thing, then never finished. With a snarled curse, J.T stood up and started pacing the room. Goddamn Denver. He always hated it here. He’d rather be out in the jungle, stalking, waiting, feeling the thrill of finally killing his quarry.
He wandered out of the room, heading down to the Office. Taking a seat at the bank of computers, he switched each one on, listening to the hum of the machines starting. The left bank switched on, each monitor segmented into four windows: security cameras. Every room in the building was wired, excepting for the bedrooms. Hell, Superman even had his bathroom rigged out, so he could watch his wife shower while he was working. J.T snorted. Kat had thrown a fit when she heard about that.
Movement in the top-left window: the new girls bedroom. J.T glanced at the screen, then looked away, feeling slightly guilty as the girl reached behind her to tug at the string securing her shirt. Christ, is this what it’s come down to, being so horny you need to spy on the nanny? He thought, glancing back to the screen. She was bent over a drawer, wearing only her jeans and a bra. J.T squinted at the screen for a second, then frowned, double clicking on the image to make it full-size. “Goddamn.” He swore, sitting back in the chair. Criss-crossing her back where whip marks, and, judging by the amount and color of them, some where recent and some looked years old. J.T knew. He had them all over his own back. He swore again as anger over anyone who would treat a woman so badly swamped him. He caught himself pushing out of the chair, determined to go down and shake the answer out of her. What are you going to do? Storm in there, explain that you where watching her undress and demand to know where the scars came from? Yeah. That’d work, while she screamed and then quit, and then Superman’d gut you for scarin’ off the nanny. If he could get to you before Kat did. Slowly lowering himself back in his chair, he picked up his beer instead, guzzling the rest of it while he watched the monitor. She had dropped her pants, unaware she was being spied on. J.T watched her raptly. Her stomach was softly rounded, not defined or sucked back into her body. She had an hourglass figure, her waist tucking in and spreading back out with the curve of her hips. Her legs where firm, probably from years of chasing kids. She looked so…human. Her choice in lingere was good though. Soft pink and maroon lace cupped her breasts, and covered her full bottom. He sighed, almost disappointed as she pulled on a pair of flannel pants and a simple white cotton t-shirt. He leaned back as she moved over the open suitcase on the bed. That was another mystery: she hadn’t had many bags. One big suitcase, a small one, and one or two cardboard boxes. Not much for a person who moved across the country. He lifted the beer to his lips, taking another long sip as he watched her sit behind the suitcase, lifting a cloth bundle into her lap. Slowly she unwrapped it, almost apprehensively, before the item inside was revealed. It was a picture frame. He swallowed slightly, watching as her small fingers trailed over the frame and the glass. Wonder what it’d be like to have those fingers trail over bare skin. J.T licked his lips: he bet she would feel soft and sweet, countered by the hard scratch of lace. Yeah, he could imagine that. He liked that. His mind drifted as he stared at her. She reminded him of a pin-up, all soft curves and clad in body-hugging lace. Oh yeah. He liked that…
“That had better not be my nanny you are spying on.” The soft female voice behind him brought him around. Wincing, and spinning in the chair somewhat gingerly, the J.T turned to face Katya Hawkins, Christian (a.k.a Superman) Hawkins, and a tiny baby Alexandra Hawkins.
Shit. Kat looked pissed. Superman was grinning. The baby was…staring at the ceiling. “How’d the show go?” J.T asked, tactfully avoiding the question Kat threw at him. He used to think she was just another rich, spoiled girl, not to mention his feelings towards her getting Hawkins thrown in jail, but…she’d proven herself time and again. She was not someone he wanted being angry at him.
Kat just stared at him, and picked up the baby from her husbands arms. “I want that camera disabled now.” She snapped, before storming off to greet said nanny.
“She’s pissed at you, you know.” Grinning, Christian took a seat next to J.T, propping his expensive shoes up on the desk, crossed at ankle.
Scowling at his friend, J.T took a long sip of his beer, staring at the man. “Yeah, well, she’s going to be more pissed off at you when she realizes you lied to her.” Grinning as the smile slid from Hawkins’ face, J.T slid the unopened beer next to him over to Superman. “So how was the show?”
Picking up the bottle, Christian popped it open, taking a sip. “It was good. There was more of Nikki’s male femininity pieces. Your brother was one. I don’t think she’s captured his yet, but she came damn near close. The ladies liked it. He was naked. Show’s open for a few more days, so you can go see it if you want.”
Rolling his eyes, J.T snorted, taking a long drag of his beer, tossing the empty bottle into the trash. “I’ll pass on that.” He muttered. Silence descended for a few moments before he stretched his arms over his head, looking out the window down at the floor of the car shop. “Did you see her POS car?” J.T asked, pointing down at said car.
Superman whistled, sitting up to look at the banged up metal heap. “Damn. You got your job cut out for you.” Smirking, the man clapped J.T on the shoulder before standing up. “I’m going to go say hello to my nanny and goodnight to my daughter.” Groaning, the man stretched his hands over his head, shaking his head. “Get some sleep. You look like shit.” He ordered before moving out of the room.
J.T sighed, running a hand over his face. “Sleep. What’s that?” he thought.
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