The Life of a Biker's Daughter

The Blood On Your Hands

Humming to myself, I finish cleaning up the office.  Another day is over and I am ready to relax at home with my comfy sweats on.  Tomorrow is the big day, and I am barely able to contain my alleviation, knowing that my big brother will finally be home with his family again.

Originally Donna was going to pick him up from Chino, but she asked me earlier today if I wanted to do it.  There was no way in hell I was going to pass that offer up.  I didn't even ask why she couldn't anymore, that's how happy I was.  To think the Winston kids will be back in Charming, together once again.  This hasn't happened in five years.  Charming better brace itself for trouble.

"Babydoll, you almost done?  I could go for a couple of beers right now."  JJ is about as patient as a small child.  Closing with him on busier days is the biggest pain the ass.  He will sit in my office chair groaning on and on about how he is ready to leave.  Delightedly, today is not going to be one of those days.

"I am shutting down the computer now, so quit your whining."  I press the lit up green power symbol, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Alright, I have had about enough of you today."  JJ walks up to me, crouching down to wrap his arms around my legs.  My hands adhere to the back of his neck, trying to keep myself from busting ass.

Trying to squirm out of his grip is next to impossible, he has a strong hold on me.  "JJ, don't you dare pick me up."  The Teller boys have a bad habit of manhandling me, it's a habit they won't kick.

Throwing me over his shoulder, JJ starts walking me out of the office. "Sorry sweetheart, I can't hear you over my whining."

JJ grabs my black, leather purse that holds all my things.  Whacking him in the back with my fist, he doesn't even flinch.

He grabs my keys off the hook by the front door.  My maroon tank top is riding up, the night air blowing on my exposed skin.  When he turns around to lock the door, I spot someone stumbling towards us.  Immediately, I know it's not one of my boys; they went to Gemma's for family dinner not too long ago.  Who would come to a closed automobile repair shop at this hour?

I can make out some features of the person, but not enough to identify them.  He or she is hidden by the darkness consuming the night.

"JJ, I think you should put me down. There is someone walking towards us."  Well, the person is trying to walk towards us, but they are swaying pretty badly.  Whoever it is, they remind me of the way drunk college girls leave nightclubs in Vegas, needing someone to support them so they can make it safely to a cab.

"Cas, I am not stupid enough to fall for that." JJ laughs, clutching onto my legs a little tighter with his one arm.  He moves his shoulder up causing me to be thrown in the air, just a little.

"JJ!"  I shout in dismay.  The exposed skin on my waist brushes against his leather cut, and any other time it would marginally funny how this reminds me of the time he first got patched in.  JJ was so excited he picked me up like this, spinning me around.  All I could do was laugh, breathing in the scent of his new leather.

"Turn the hell around!" I scream.  There is very little that scares me in this world, and this wobbling guy surely doesn't, but I am an overly cautious person when it comes to strangers. Especially ones who show up out of nowhere, right when we get done closing.  It wouldn't be easy protecting myself if needed when I am thrown over JJ's shoulder like some rag doll.

"If it stops you from yelling in my ear, then fine." JJ puts me down and turns to see the guy I was talking about.  The stumbling drunk is almost to where a light will shine on his face.  Promptly JJ shifts into overly defensive big brother mode.  He pivots his body so that I am behind him.