Happy Birthday, Mojo!
By: KT (With a little help from DII)

“I can't believe that she did that.”

“What's that, Mojo?” DII asked. She slowly turned the page of the medical journal she was reading, idly playing with a stack of poker chips on the bar with the other hand.

“Make me faint every time I saw ‘the guys.'”

“Aw, come on. You knew you would,” DII said, then as an after thought responded with, “You know, Mojo, the first time I met Doc, I did the same thing.” She only said it to make Mojo feel better and dropped the journal on the floor so she could hide her grin while retrieving it.

“No, really?”

“Yep. Those guys have the innate ability to shut off the blood flow to the brain temporarily.” Solemn nod.

“You mean like, super powers?”

“Something like that.” This time she had to stuff her knuckles in her mouth to keep from laughing aloud.

“I just don't think I will faint. I might be weak-kneed but I won't faint.”

DII slid off her barstool and walked over to a door. With a flourish, she opened it and stepped back.

There stood Sergeant Chip Saunders in his camo helmet, tipped back so that you could see that beautiful blond tuft of hair and his hands draped over his Tommy gun. “Somebody said your birthday was today, Mojo.”

Mojo inhaled deeply and immediately fell to the floor in a dead faint.

“Boy, KT sure did hit the nail on the head with her, didn't she?” Saunders asked DII.

“Yeah, I think so.” She nudged the unconscious woman with the toe of one dusty boot and decided that Mojo was more in need of Saunders' kind of “aid” rather than her own.

Saunders sauntered over and squatted down beside the ‘sleeping beauty,' moving her hair out of her eyes. He touched her cheek. “Mojo,” he said.

Her eyelids batted open and she looked into the clear blue eyes of the blond sergeant.

“I'd like to take you to a little French café in town for your birthday dinner. Do you think you'd be up for it?”

She closed her eyes tightly and re-opened them.

“You are real.” Mojo sat up, Saunders placing his hand in the middle of her back to help her.

“Yes, CCK sent me over to wish you a happy birthday. She was very happy with the way I cheered her up and she wanted me to ‘spread the love,' whatever that means.”

Mojo climbed to her feet, Saunders again helping her, pulling her close to his side.

He kissed her cheek, and her knees began to buckle. Saunders held her tightly around the waist. He started walking her towards the door. “CCK said something about you putting me in scrubs. I'm interested to see what I look like in those, too.” He smiled and winked at her.

“Or out of them...” Mojo commented.

DII cleared her throat.

“Oh sorry, DII, we can kill ‘em but not have sex with ‘em.”

“That's just strange.”

“I think so too,” Mojo said as the door closed behind them.

DII smiled happily. “Another job well done.” Dusting off the bar with her sleeves, she gathered her journal and vanished into the back room, whistling loudly.