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Happy Birthday, Mojo! “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. |
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