Chapter 176

Frowning, Kate looked down at her patient. His hair was overlong and falling in his face. Bruises shadowed deep set eyes. It couldn't be... "Jon?" She looked around the back of the van and punched on the overhead dome light. 

He looked up at her, his face scrunched up at the quick change from dark to light. She looked out the door and saw Elena stuffing her fist into her mouth to stop laughing. "You!" Kate shook her finger at Elena then looked up to the front seat where Richie was peeking over the head rest. "And you!"

Richie grinned. "Surprise!"

He started to grin as the bluster turned into an almost shriek. His hands flashed upwards, digging into the always present braid as he pulled her down. "Nicest damned surprise ever, Hellooooo baby."

Elena stepped to the door, her head poking into the interior of the van. "This was an official rescue mission Katydid.. Don’t hate us okay?"

She was far too busy to think about hating her best friend when Jon had a cement hold on her to keep her on top of him. She angled her knees into the bucket seat and sat on his lap, kissing him back with equal fervor.

She just couldn't care that she had a couple of extra eyes on her. He tasted so good, even the bite of the Corona he'd had was perfect. She threaded her fingers into his hair and sighed into his mouth.

She slammed the van door closed then turned to wave at Jim before crawling into the front seat. "See there’s been this bear, he needs to be a guy aga...." Her voice dropped off as she glanced back. Ok no need to talk, Kate wasn't gonna be listening anyways.

Jon pulled her in tighter, his arms wrapping around the one body he'd missed above all. So what if she smelled antiseptic, beneath that was the teasing scent of the one woman he craved. His lips pressed tighter to hers, hsi tongue teasing the seam of her lips. "Open up Katy, I wanna come home."

She grinned against his mouth, opening to get his taste inside of her. Oh God, it has been far too long. She groaned against his mouth and slid her tongue along his as he hardened right between her legs. Scrubs were roomy, but not that roomy. Thank God her house wasn't far away.

She tore her mouth away from him. "Okay, hang on a second," she gasped, her body more than screaming for her to say screw it and go at him. She pressed her forehead to his. "What are you guys doing here?"

He tightened his hold, pulling her back into his body. "Fuck if I know. I thought we were going out for drinks after the show."

She glanced at Richie, then dug deep for an innocent look, praying she didn't fail at the attempt. "Just thought this little break deserved a real vacation sister girl. Complaining?"

"Uh, no. Just wish you would drive faster. I'm gonna have to be rude and say g'night at the door. You can pick him up for the show.” She couldn't stop the evil laugh that formed. “Jonny's going to be busy for the next few days."

She turned and leaned into the backseat, her lips close to Kate's ear as she whispered, "Just fix him, I don't care how, throat, sex, hell anything, just get rid of growly bear ok?"

Kate's concentration on Jon's mouth, the ridiculous hard on that was turning her into a hormone crazed teen, all of it faded as she turned her head to meet Elena's eyes. Nodding, she leaned back into Jon. "He'll be as good as new when I'm done with him."

She smiled then moved back to her seat winking at Richie as she settled. "Good."

Jon growled and tugged at her braid. "Ignore the peasants, talk to me." He bucked up slightly, rubbing against her as she straddled him. damn he wanted her clothes off and now, but knew he'd have to be patient, for a couple minutes at least.

Kate growled. For the love of Mike...it didn't take this long to get home. Was Richie going the long way for fuck's sake? She sucked in a breath when he hit her just right and she bit his lip. "If you give me an orgasm in front of--" she cut off when he swiveled again, a demon hot in his eyes.

He started to grin as the words tumbled from her lush lips, his hands sliding up to glance over the hospital apparel."Or you'll what beautiful?"

He glanced down, and considered slipping a hand inside those roomy pants. "Daring me?"

"Sugar, you are just playing with fire here." She scraped her teeth along his throat, tugging on his ear, tucking her hips tighter into his body. "I want you so bad I might even be willing to do it in front of an audience." The friction was fierce and her breathing was a little harsher than she intended. If she wasn't careful she would go over. It had been so very long.

His hand wiggled in between the two of them, his finger scraping slowly along a seam. His head rolled, his gaze finding Richie. "If the fuckin' driver don’t hurry....I'll let Alec sing the secondary leads for a month!"

The van jerked to a stop. "Good thing we're here then. Get the fuck out," Richie shouted over his shoulder with a grin at Elena. He'd already revved his wife's engine, he was more than ready to get rid of Jon. 

Chapter 175

After beating on the door for a good twenty minutes she started cussing. "Shit I knew I shoulda called first." Turning around she headed back to the van, and answered the question riding in her husband's brown gaze. "She's at work, shit, the shift is bound to be nearly over."

Opening the driver's door she nodded for him to move over then settled herself into the driver's seat before burning rubber towards the hospital. "The plan just shifted."

She drove as if the hounds of hell were chasing her and pulled into the emergency parking lot within minutes. "You stay here babe, open the side door. I'm finding us an accomplice."

He didn't know what the hell his wife was doing, but he learned not to ask questions. "You got it, darlin'."

"Pull his hat down over his face, shit, and umm.. cover them eyes." She hopped from the van and scurried towards the door, grinning as Jim, an intern she actually knew walked outside for a smoke. "Hey Jim!"

She talked for a few moments and smiled as Jim nodded. "Now you tell her just like I said okay?" As Jim nodded she turned around and hurried back to the van. "Phase one of fool the doc now in place."

He sauntered up to the nurse’s desk and took a deep breath. Hell, how did Kate's little friend manage to do this?? Shit, he was always helping her pull some odd shit on Kate. "Hey Kate! Emergency outside, need your help."

"Hell no, Jimbo, I'm outta here." Kate walked quickly down the hall, her lab coat flapping behind her. There was no way, no how she was going to get sucked into a trauma when she had eleven minutes left on a thirty-six hour shift. Hell no.

"Look, some kids drove up in some rattletrap van, said they found this drunk in the ditch. He's bad and you're the one still on. So COME ON!" He stepped behind her to push her towards the door. "Sorry bout it Kate, but no one else here yet."

"Aw c'mon, can't you take it?" She dug in her sneakered heels. "I'm so tired I could drop. I have a whole day off tomorrow and I plan on sleeping through at least half of it." Blissfully and happily, thank you very much. If she couldn't have her boyfriend--or whatever the fuck he was--at least she could have sleep. Rich, wonderful, soul indulging sleep. She could feel the crisp cotton of her sheets now.

He shook his head, "You want his death on your head? Come on Kate, that’s not the doc I know." he kept pushing her towards the door, turning his head slightly to wave the rest of the crew back with a wink. "Your it girl, AT least until relief gets in."

"You make sure Naomi finds me as soon as she clocks in, you shit." Kate pushed back her sleeves, the July night thick and heavy with steamy freshly laid blacktop that stuck to her sneakers. God, Jim was a useless piece of shit these days. She didn't even know how he was going to make it out of the program. Of course no one knew he was a waste of space because she was always covering for him, but dammit. Someone had to.

She saw the rickety van at the edge of the trauma doors and jogged over. "What's going on over here?" A woman with a bandana and a hat pulled low waved her over. God, how could she be wearing so many clothes in this heat? Of course, the good Samaritans liked to keep things under wraps anyway. She was probably ready to bolt.


She coughed and waved Kate over. She knew if she spoke the damn joke was up. Pulling the door open she managed a whisper. "Found him in the ditch."

"Great," Kate muttered. Wary of anyone these days with the attacks and the gang violence she didn't look at the woman. "Can you step to the side? Give me as much of that light there as possible." She climbed into the van, her head reeling at the obvious odor of beer. An empty bottle lay on the floor and another in his lap.Since when do bums drink Corona? "Sir, what seems to be the problem? Are you hurt anywhere?"

She stepped to the side, slipping the bandana off as she watched Kate. Oh this was gonna be good.

He grunted and tried to roll over, only to feel soft hands against his neck. Fuck where'd he pass out at? He shook his head and tried to get comfortable as he wondered where the hell this bar was they were going to party at. "Lemme be.”

"It's okay, sir. I just want to check your neck. These nice people found you and brought you to the hospital. I'm Dr. Morrison. Does anything hurt?"

He growled as the soft voice intruded on his sleep. Shit they smelled nice, just like.... Did she say Dr. Morrison?? Kate was Doctor Morrison too. Cracking one eye open he got a slight view of alot of woman leaning over him and she had red hair. His Katy had red hair. Wait, woah. Man I only had 2 beers. Fully opening his eyes he blinked once, then again. "Fuck Katy, how'd you get to Pittsburg?"