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shanachie13Title: First Meeting
Characters: Tim, David, Jo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I only own Jo...otherwise the show would air a lot more often and the guys would be shirtless a whole lot more!
Spoilers: Um, none really. Its kinda a pre-qual to the series I've been working on with Jo, Colby, and Tim, but Colby doesn't actually appear in this one.
Summary: Tim King meets someone new in the FBI offices.
Author's Note: I needed to write Jo and Tim's meeting to get something done for "Dinner Party", but I can't actually post it in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
savecolby because Colby's not in this one. :-( I knew I did something wrong with this story.
Tim King grunted as someone plowed into him. The smaller body went flying backwards before he could grab it and landed with an oof on the ground. "Why don't you watch where you're going, you big oaf?!" the girl demanded.
Tim glared down at her. "Watch where I'm going? You ran into me!" He reached down, easily pulling the petite blond to her feet. "And what are you doing back here anyway? You don't look like an agent."
Jerking her hand out of his, she straightened her shirt and then tightened her ponytail. "I'm not. I'm just meeting two of them for lunch."
Realizing the girl he had mowed down was actually rather cute, Tim let a slow smile spread across his face. "I think we got off to the wrong start. I'm sorry. I had something on my mind. I'm Tim."
She looked at him a little suspiciously, but took the hand he offered her. "Jo."
"So if you aren't an agent, what do you do?" he asked.
"I'm a dispatcher for the FBI." She looked him up and down. "And in that outfit, you aren't an agent. What do you do?"
"I'm a S.W.A.T. commander," he responded as his chest puffed out with pride.
"If that's supposed to impress me, you're talking to the wrong girl. My brother'll eat someone like you as an appetizer and then move onto a real meal."
Tim grinned at that. Cute and spunky, I might actually fall for this one, he thought. "Please don't tell me one of the agents you're meeting is your boyfriend," he told her. "You'll break my heart."
She returned his grin with her own. "Okay. I won't."
Putting his hands against his heart, he groaned. "Oh, it is. One of those agents is the lucky guy."
Giggling, she pulled his hands down. "You said not to tell you so I didn't. Do you want the answer?"
"Instead of the answer right now. Why don't you let me take you to lunch? I was headed out and I'd love the company."
"Actually I'm meeting someone for lunch, but maybe another time?" She patted her pockets, looking for something to write her number on.
Before he could answer her, a male voice called from down the hallway, "Jo!"
Turning, Jo recognized David Sinclair, her brother's partner. Waving, she called, "Hi, David. Where's Burn?"
David stopped next to her and Jo gave him a quick hug, obviously at ease with him. Tim filed it away for future reference. "He's upstairs. But I have some bad news. We caught a hot one this morning and are still running down leads. He sent me down here to tell you we can't make lunch today."
"And he couldn't come down and tell me himself because..." she trailed off.
"Because he's on the phone waiting for some information and if he hangs up he'll have to wait another three hours and six holds," David replied.
"And of course he couldn't hand the phone to you because they wouldn't talk to you. All right, thanks, David. Ask Burn to call me later?"
David nodded. "Absolutely. See ya later." With a wave, he jogged back the way he had come.
Tim grinned as she turned her attention back to him. "So I gather 'Burn' is your brother?"
Jo rolled her eyes. "Unfortunately, yes."
"Since you're apparently free now...can I reissue my invitation to lunch?"
Jo looked him up and down again, then grinned. "You can, but I might not say yes."
"Why should I ask if you aren't going to say yes?" He fell in step with her as she started walking towards the exit.
"Are you telling me that the S.W.A.T. commander doesn't take risks? I've had five FBI agents ask me out since I started meeting Burn for lunch once a week."
"Well, I definitely can't let the FBI show S.W.A.T. up. Will you allow me to treat you to lunch today, Jo?"
Jo pushed the door open, stepping out into the bright sunshine. "What are you offering, Tim?"
He glanced at his watch. "I'd like to offer you something nice, but I've got to be back at the office in about forty-five minutes. How about something quick now and dinner at a date and time to be named later?"
"How about you make it through lunch without making a fool out of yourself first?"
"Yes, ma'am." He motioned for her to lead the way. "By the way, what's your last name?"
Jo grinned over her shoulder at him. "Granger."
Tim stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. "I'm screwed," he said and then, as she turned to smile at him again, he threw his hands up mentally and hurried after her. He had already asked her out, he might as well compound his sin and actually date her.
Characters: Tim, David, Jo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I only own Jo...otherwise the show would air a lot more often and the guys would be shirtless a whole lot more!
Spoilers: Um, none really. Its kinda a pre-qual to the series I've been working on with Jo, Colby, and Tim, but Colby doesn't actually appear in this one.
Summary: Tim King meets someone new in the FBI offices.
Author's Note: I needed to write Jo and Tim's meeting to get something done for "Dinner Party", but I can't actually post it in
savecolby because Colby's not in this one. :-( I knew I did something wrong with this story.Tim King grunted as someone plowed into him. The smaller body went flying backwards before he could grab it and landed with an oof on the ground. "Why don't you watch where you're going, you big oaf?!" the girl demanded.
Tim glared down at her. "Watch where I'm going? You ran into me!" He reached down, easily pulling the petite blond to her feet. "And what are you doing back here anyway? You don't look like an agent."
Jerking her hand out of his, she straightened her shirt and then tightened her ponytail. "I'm not. I'm just meeting two of them for lunch."
Realizing the girl he had mowed down was actually rather cute, Tim let a slow smile spread across his face. "I think we got off to the wrong start. I'm sorry. I had something on my mind. I'm Tim."
She looked at him a little suspiciously, but took the hand he offered her. "Jo."
"So if you aren't an agent, what do you do?" he asked.
"I'm a dispatcher for the FBI." She looked him up and down. "And in that outfit, you aren't an agent. What do you do?"
"I'm a S.W.A.T. commander," he responded as his chest puffed out with pride.
"If that's supposed to impress me, you're talking to the wrong girl. My brother'll eat someone like you as an appetizer and then move onto a real meal."
Tim grinned at that. Cute and spunky, I might actually fall for this one, he thought. "Please don't tell me one of the agents you're meeting is your boyfriend," he told her. "You'll break my heart."
She returned his grin with her own. "Okay. I won't."
Putting his hands against his heart, he groaned. "Oh, it is. One of those agents is the lucky guy."
Giggling, she pulled his hands down. "You said not to tell you so I didn't. Do you want the answer?"
"Instead of the answer right now. Why don't you let me take you to lunch? I was headed out and I'd love the company."
"Actually I'm meeting someone for lunch, but maybe another time?" She patted her pockets, looking for something to write her number on.
Before he could answer her, a male voice called from down the hallway, "Jo!"
Turning, Jo recognized David Sinclair, her brother's partner. Waving, she called, "Hi, David. Where's Burn?"
David stopped next to her and Jo gave him a quick hug, obviously at ease with him. Tim filed it away for future reference. "He's upstairs. But I have some bad news. We caught a hot one this morning and are still running down leads. He sent me down here to tell you we can't make lunch today."
"And he couldn't come down and tell me himself because..." she trailed off.
"Because he's on the phone waiting for some information and if he hangs up he'll have to wait another three hours and six holds," David replied.
"And of course he couldn't hand the phone to you because they wouldn't talk to you. All right, thanks, David. Ask Burn to call me later?"
David nodded. "Absolutely. See ya later." With a wave, he jogged back the way he had come.
Tim grinned as she turned her attention back to him. "So I gather 'Burn' is your brother?"
Jo rolled her eyes. "Unfortunately, yes."
"Since you're apparently free now...can I reissue my invitation to lunch?"
Jo looked him up and down again, then grinned. "You can, but I might not say yes."
"Why should I ask if you aren't going to say yes?" He fell in step with her as she started walking towards the exit.
"Are you telling me that the S.W.A.T. commander doesn't take risks? I've had five FBI agents ask me out since I started meeting Burn for lunch once a week."
"Well, I definitely can't let the FBI show S.W.A.T. up. Will you allow me to treat you to lunch today, Jo?"
Jo pushed the door open, stepping out into the bright sunshine. "What are you offering, Tim?"
He glanced at his watch. "I'd like to offer you something nice, but I've got to be back at the office in about forty-five minutes. How about something quick now and dinner at a date and time to be named later?"
"How about you make it through lunch without making a fool out of yourself first?"
"Yes, ma'am." He motioned for her to lead the way. "By the way, what's your last name?"
Jo grinned over her shoulder at him. "Granger."
Tim stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. "I'm screwed," he said and then, as she turned to smile at him again, he threw his hands up mentally and hurried after her. He had already asked her out, he might as well compound his sin and actually date her.
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Date: 2009-03-03 03:05 pm (UTC)hmmm about that I think hes got some guts
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Date: 2009-03-03 11:32 pm (UTC)Yeah, he does have guts...or does he? (As my brother says).
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Date: 2009-03-04 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-04 01:46 am (UTC)and tim has some guts seven years younger dang
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Date: 2009-03-04 02:37 am (UTC)LOL...I'd think the guts would come more from dating Colby's baby sister!
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Date: 2009-03-05 01:08 am (UTC)