In such a hurry to post, cause I was soo excited about this character, guess what she is Cajun, lol. Oh well, As you know I don't own any of these characters, Most of them are owned by dick Wolfe, and the rest of the Yada yada, I don't make money off these stories, unless Dick Wolfe wants to talk.
And thanks to spook who donated her time to beta for me, she is such a dear friend, I have so many dear friends here. Love you all.


Chapter I

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"Is he coming?" asked Vickie.

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"He said he was, with Bobby these days you never know," said Lewis.

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"I told Sandy we had a guy for her and he was a cop, she really likes cops, you wanted a sure thing for Bobby and if he doesn't come soon, she will probably move on to the next guy," said Vickie.

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"I hope this works out, if Bobby smells a set-up he will run, but man, he has been so down this last year, the guy needs to be cheered up. Wait, I think I see him, yeah that's him. Hey Bobby, over here!" yelled Lewis.

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"Wow, he is cute," said Vickie.

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Bobby made his way through the crowd. He and Lewis shared their usual guy hug.

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"Hey man, didn't think you would make it, I am so glad you're here, let me introduce you to everyone," smiled Lewis.

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Reluctantly, Bobby followed Lewis to the table.

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"Hey everyone, this is my friend Bobby,"

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Everyone responded "Hi Bobby." Bobby waved and blushed.



"Bobby this is my gal Vickie, you remember Tony, his girl Peggy, and this is Vickie's friend Sandy," finished Lewis. "Listen, you take the seat by Sandy. I am going to get another round of beers and I will be right back."



Bobby started to feel uncomfortable, he smelled a set up, he thought this was just going to be the guys hanging out. The minute he sat down Sandy started talking. Bleach blond, skimpy dress, plunging neckline, fake breasts, and too much makeup. How did Lewis even think this was his type?



"So, Lewis tells me you're a cop, I just love cops," she said, putting her hand on his knee.



"Yeah, I am," trying to be polite, but wanting to get away. Her overpowering perfume was giving him a headache. He started looking around, looking for a way out.



"So what do you like to do for fun, Bobby?"



"I read," Bobby said.



"Is that all?" she started to rub his leg.



"Yeah, I need some fresh air." He got up to walk out. But Lewis and Vickie stopped him at the bar.



"Where you going?" asked Lewis.



"Home," said Bobby,



Just then the band started to play and the singer caught Bobby's eye.



"Why you going home?" asked Lewis.



"You really didn't think I would like someone like Sandy, did you Lewis?"



"Well, she isn't your type, but Bobby you need something to cheer you up."



"Lewis, if that's all I needed, I could just get a hooker and not have to deal with all that stuff."



Lewis broke out laughing and then Goren joined in.



"Excuse me," the singer from the stage stopped her song. "I am talking to the two funny guys at the bar."



The bar got silent.



Goren and Lewis stopped laughing and turned to the stage.



"Do I sound funny?" she asked.



"Uh, No Ma'am," said Goren, turning red again.



"Must have been a real funny joke; would you like to share with the rest of the class?"



"We are very sorry," said Goren. "It won't happen again."



"Good, Now can I finish the sad song I was singing?" she asked.



"Yes, Ma'am," said Goren.



The singer continued her song.



"Jessica is crazy," laughed Vickie.



[size="4"]"You know her?" asked Goren.

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[size="4"]"Yeah, she has no shame, she does this singing gig for fun, you don't want to mess with her, she works with bones, she is too strange, a real whack job, Vickie grew up with her, " said Lewis.

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[size="4"]"She is an anthropologist?" asked Goren.

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[size="4"]"Yeah, something like that." said Lewis.

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[size="4"]"Now that is someone I would like to meet," said Goren.

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I can see Goren and Jessica having some thoughtful talks about forensics, etc. I'm glad you found him someone he has more in common with than Sandy.

In such a rush to post, I forgot to thank you for being my beta spook, thanks soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much my dear friend, just wait this girl is a firecracker, lol. Ooops don't want to give anything away.

It's good!! Thanx for the read!!

This is good, I'm liking this girl already.

hmmmmm......another really great story I have to keep up with.....too many good stories around here.......makes one's head spin......

JRyan, Bobby NEEDS a good fiery Cajun woman to spice up his life! I can't wait to see where all you take this.

You (and spook) did an awesome job with Chapter 1! Now, where's chapter 2?

I agree with FM, there are way tooo many stories to keep up with here and at FF. I am having a hard time keeping them all straight. This one was funny. I am looking forward to Jessica and Bobby. Much better than Sandy.

Oh, a spitfire for Bobby! This sounds interesting. Please continue.

Sorry thought I had posted chapter 2, Thanks again spook!


Chapter 2





"Hey Jessie, there is someone I want you to meet" said Lewis.

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"Who's that Lewis? By the way, thanks for ruining my heart felt number," said Jessie.



"Well this is my partner in crime, Robert Goren, but he just goes by Bobby, and this is the unforgettable, unfortunately, Jessica DuBois," said Lewis.



"Wait a minute, you're the Jessica DuBois?" asked Bobby, rising from his chair.

Lewis looked shocked.



"The leading forensic anthropologist?" quizzed Bobby.



"That would be me," replied Jessie.



Bobby extended his hand. "I am honored to meet you. I have read all your books, but I was expecting someone much older. There was never a picture on any of your books, so I always pictured a gray haired old lady. Your books say you have been working in forensic anthropology for 20 years, and you don't even look 30," said Bobby.



"Well I can see I am not needed anymore," said Lewis as he walked away.



"Well you're definitely good for my ego, Robert. I am over 30, 35 to be exact. I am what some people call a genius; I graduated high school at age 8 and went to college right after, so that's why I got started so early. I was always a strange child, digging up everyone's dead pets looking at the bones. Luckily instead of sending me to therapy, my parents saw potential and guided me in the direction I am in now. But I still lack in social interactions, and people find me strange, so consider yourself warned." Snickered Jessica.



"Well, I will let you in on a secret, people consider me strange too," whispered Bobby.



"So, Robert why are you reading my books? You like bones?" asked Jessica.



"I am a cop, I like anything to do with crimes, it helps me do my job," answered Bobby.



"Oh, a cop, that explains why Sandy is giving me the evil eye," laughed Jessie.



"What do you mean?" asked Bobby.



"Well Sandy likes cops, Sandy is known as "Sure thing Sandy". Was Lewis trying to hook you two up?" asked Jessie.



"I think that's what he had in mind, but she isn't my type."



"Since when do guys need a type to get laid?" laughed Jessie.



"Not all men are looking for a jump in the sack. Some of us want more," replied Bobby.



"Yeah right," smirked Jessie.



"Listen, why don't we go out for coffee and discuss this away from all this distraction?" asked Bobby.



"No can do, Robert. I have an early morning class to teach, tomorrow's topic is the Sexual Dimorphism of the hip joint in Greeks."



"You teach on Saturdays?"



"Well I work the rest of the week, so it's the only time I can."



"Class sounds interesting, how does one sit in on such a class?"



"Well one, would be at the Hudson Lecture Hall at 6am, but I think Sandy will have you too tired to attend," Jessica said laughing.



"I don't think that will be happening, I will see you tomorrow," said Bobby.



"Well if you make it, bring me a large coffee, eight packets of artificial sweetener and three non dairy creamers," winked Jessica as she left.



"Sure thing, see you tomorrow," smiled Bobby.



Bobby walked over to Lewis' table. Sandy was fuming, but he just ignored her.

"I have to go, thanks for the nice evening."



"Why are you leaving so early?" asked Lewis.



"I have an early date in the morning," smiled Bobby.



"Oh no man, I told you she is bad news, I mean she is Vickie's friend, but you're asking for trouble," pleaded Lewis.



"I am a big boy, I can take care of myself," Bobby patted Lewis on the back and left.



[size="4"]He had a big day tomorrow.

Vickie has no idea who she's dealing with, does she? I LOVE this! Course, reading all these stories makes it hard to keep my story line straight in my head....Now I know why Bobby hasn't been talking to me very much today, he's been staring at another pair of gorgeous blue eyes and hanging out in bars listening to singing anthropologists.

If all these ladies ever get Bobby in the same room with all of them, there will be universal heck to pay! lol

Chapter 3



"Dr. DuBois, I have the projector set up and the handouts at the entrance," said John. "Oh, and the older gentleman in the back said to give you this," John handed her a large coffee and a bran muffin.



Jessie looked up and saw Bobby sitting in the back, he smiled and waved.



"Hmm, bran muffin, does he think I look constipated?" she asked.



"Do you want me to ask him that?" quizzed John with a curious look on his face.



"No John, I don't think that is in your job description as an assistant," she smiled.



She raised her cup of coffee as if in a toast to Bobby and took a sip. "Just how I like it," she thought. She continued to get her papers in order as a crowd began to fill the lecture hall.



"Good morning everyone, I am Dr. Jessica DuBois. I will be teaching a group of classes here every Saturday Morning bright and early at 6 am, as per your request. So I expect you to be here and stay awake. If I am expected to be here and stay awake so must you. If I find anyone asleep, you will be given a failing grade and dismissed from the class." Everyone in the class moaned, "I know this sounds harsh, but I wanted to teach this class in the afternoon, but it seems Hudson's students voted to have this early in the morning so they could still enjoy their weekend, so If I am forced to stay awake, well you get the picture."



She then heard someone call her a bitch.



"Yes, I might be a bitch, but I also have great hearing. Let me tell you how it is, half of you are looking for a job with prestige. One fourth are in it just for the money, that means only the remaining one fourth of you are probably in it for the real meaning of forensic anthropology. You're not dealing with just bones, you're dealing with people, real people. These people had lives; they were someone's child, someone's brother or sister, aunt or uncle, mother or father. Somewhere someone is wondering what happened to them, waiting for them to walk through a door. It's up to you to make that ID; it's up to you to find out what happened to their loved one. It's up to you to finally put them at rest. If you can't stay awake and learn all you need to learn to do that, you don't belong here. I can't teach you anything, it has to been in your heart to do these things. So if you can't follow my rules, leave now."



She paused for a few minutes; everyone is silent.



"Ok fine, let's begin with the first slide."



Bobby watched her with amazement.



After two hours the class was over, and he waited till after all the students talked to her. They were all excited about the class and had so many questions.



"Wow, that was such a great speech and class, I might change professions," smiled Bobby.



"I am sure you're a great cop Robert, better stick to what you know," smiled Jessie.



He wondered why she kept calling him Robert, when Lewis introduced him as Bobby, but didn't bring it up. With her accent, he loved the way it sounded, she must be from the south; he wanted to talk more with her and find out everything about her.



"How about we get some breakfast, my treat?" asked Bobby.



"Well you already did that, the bran muffin?"



"Oh that was just a snack, after all that talking you must be hungry," said Bobby.



"Actually I was going to just go back to bed, but why not?" said Jessie.



They walked to a diner around the corner. Sat down and looked at the menu.



"Hmm wonder if they have any banana muffins, those are my favorites," teased Jessie.



"Oh, I guess that's a hint," laughed Bobby.



"Huh, oh, just making conversation, wonder if they've got French toast, oh I love French toast with butter pecan syrup, just wish they had some grits," said Jessie.



Bobby laughed.



"What's so funny?"



"Just your accent, the way you say pecan," laughed Bobby. "Where are you from?"



"Y'all are the ones with the accents, don't start with me, Lewis teases me and Vickie all the time, we are from New Orleans; we moved here after Katrina," she said somberly.



"It was pretty bad there after Katrina" Bobby said.



"Yeah, we lost everything, I also lost my mom. I stayed awhile and helped with body IDs, it was horrible."



The waitress came up, "Can I take your order?"



"I will have the French toast with bacon, coffee and orange juice," said Jessie.



"Pancakes, French toast sound good, three eggs sunny side up, bacon, sausage, ham, hash browns and toast, also coffee, and a tall glass of milk," said Bobby.



Jessie's eyes got big.



"What?" said Bobby.



"Do they call that suicide on a plate?" she smirked.



"I don't eat like that everyday," he replied back.



"I would hope not," she laughed.



While they ate breakfast, she told him about her parents. Her dad was a Sheriff in New Orleans who died in the line of duty when she was 16, her mom died during Hurricane Katrina; she was a nurse who stayed behind in a hospital to help patients. She was teased a lot as a child because of her intelligence since she didn't go to school with kids her age. Vickie was her only friend, her dad was a cop too, and lived next door. Their families were very close. After Katrina she started working with the FBI and other law enforcement agencies to help identify remains; they set her up in an apartment in Manhattan and Vickie came along. Vickie met and fell in love with Lewis after Jessie had some work done to her car at his shop, now Vickie lives with Lewis.



Bobby told Jessie about growing up with divorced parents, his mother's mental illness, without going into too much detail, she didn't question. He told her about his time in the Army in CID, about both parents being dead. He mentioned about Frank and his problems and talked about Donny and what happened at Tates. He didn't want to go into too much details, afraid she would think him too strange and scare her off.



"Well that was delicious, thank you so much for breakfast. I am stuffed," said Jessie.



"You are welcome. How about lunch?" asked Bobby.



"It's 10 o clock. To me this is lunch too," she laughed, "I won't be hungry again for another 6 to 8 hours, Do I look like a poster child for world hunger?"



He looked at her up and down slowly; then again, he made her blush.



"No, you sure don't - why?" quizzed Bobby.



"Just wondering why you want to keep feeding me?" she asked.



"Just want to spend some time with you, is that so wrong?"



"Well there are other things we could do," she added.



"Do, tell, what other things could we do, Doctor?" smiled Bobby.



"We could go for a walk. Did you know that after you eat is when your body's metabolism is at its optimum level? Your body is at its top calorie burning capacity," she said.



Bobby looked bewildered.



"I wish I would have known you were going to suggest a walk before I ordered suicide on a plate," he said, grumbling.



"Aww come on, it will be nice. I can show you where we found the 200 year old soldier's bones. I was able to find out who he was and contact his still-living relatives. Besides if you have a heart attack, I know CPR and I've been told I give excellent mouth to mouth," she said with a smile, while grabbing his arm to go.



"Oh great, something to look forward to if I have a heart attack," he smirked as he paid the bill and she pulled him outside.



Actually he enjoyed their walk in the park, she showed him where some kids had dug a hole and discovered the bones that turned out to be the bones of a Revolutionary Soldier.

She told him old Cajun jokes, he told her old Italian jokes; Bobby couldn't remember the last time he laughed so hard. The she looked at her watch.



"Well Robert, it's time for me to go," she said sadly.



"How about dinner, you have to eat dinner?" he was almost begging.



"Sorry, I have plans tonight, but maybe tomorrow we could do something, that doesn't revolve around food? You're giving me a complex," she laughed.



"Ok, maybe the museum?" he asked.



"Yes! I always love the museum. It's a date, call me in the morning, we will go over the details." They exchanged addresses and phone numbers. "My car is over there, I will see you tomorrow Robert."



"See you tomorrow, Jessica," said Goren.



At 8pm that night, Goren's phone rang.



"Hello," said Bobby.



"Detective Goren?" said the other person on the line.



"Yes, this is Detective Goren."



"This is Officer Nolan, we have someone here in lock up who asked us to call you, they say they know you. We have arrested them for assault, we are wondering if you want to come down," said Nolan.



"I told my brother, I didn't want anymore to do with him, you can lock him up and throw away the key, I won't do anything to help him," Bobby said angrily.



"Uh Detective Goren, this isn't your brother, unless he had a sex change, she says her name is Jessica DuBois, but, I am sorry to have bothered you on your day off."



"Wait, what precinct are you at? I will be right there," Goren hung up, grabbed his badge and ran out the door.

Oh, very interesting. I look forward to why Jessica is locked up...

Ok, why is Jessica in jail? I am looking forward to more. I really like Jessica a lot.

No kidding - my reading list keeps growing and this is the latest addition. I wanna see where this one goes next. Bobby dating someone who has a 'jacket' now?!?!

Jessica is just a regular bottle of Tabasco, isn't she? Well, Cajun girls do know how to take care of themselves. Something tells me Jessica wouldn't strike first w/out reason.

Can't wait for the next chapter. They seem to be falling for each other rather quickly.

Just waiting to get it back. Yep we do, well you know us cajun girl are just so addicting, and lovable, Bobby would just fall for us sooo fast, lol.

I really can't claim to be ALL Cajun -- I was born and raised in Texas, have only lived in Louisiana for the last 12 years.

"Sends Flashy an Honary Cajun T-shirt"

Thanks again to spook! Your help, time and support is so greatly appreciated.

Chapter 4



Goren walked into the precinct. There was a line at the front desk, and he started getting antsy. He caught the attention of the desk sergeant.


"Can I help you?" asked the Sergeant.



"Yes, I'm Detective Goren; I'm looking for Officer Nolan." Goren flashed his badge.



"Go through that door and go all the way to the back," replied the sergeant.



Bobby quickly hurried through the door, and walked down the hall. He came to a room full of uniformed officers. Again, feeling anxious, wondering why Jessie would be here in lock-up - it must be some kind of mistake. But thinking back, Lewis did warn him, saying she was trouble. Now he was panicking.

"Excuse me!" Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to look at the large man raising his voice to a room full of police officers, "I am looking for Officer Nolan."



"Uh, I am Officer Nolan," said the police officer from the back of the room. He seemed a little worried. Why would this tall, large man be in the squad room yelling out his name?



Everyone was still quiet and on guard as Bobby made his way across the room to Officer Nolan.

"Hi, I am Detective Goren, you called me about Jessica DuBois, can you tell me what happened?"



"Oh," said Officer Nolan, breathing a sigh of relief, as the rest of the room resumed their normal activity. "Come to my desk and we can talk."



The two men walked to the officer's desk and sat down.



"You said she was arrested for assault, what happened, who did she assault?"



"Well it's not actually a who."



"What do you mean?" asked Bobby.



"Well she was at a School Board Meeting with a group of parents. They were picketing about the use of high fructose corn syrup in the production of foods. They felt the school should ban the use of foods containing high fructose corn syrup in all schools. Well the president of the school board came out after the meeting and there was a confrontation."



"Did she hit him, she doesn't seem the violent type," Bobby lied, she is really passionate about what she believes in, maybe if provoked she might punch him. A spicy Cajun temper, that's what intrigued him, her spunk.



"No, she didn't hit him, she had a big tub of high fructose corn syrup, she said it dumped, he said she spilled it on purpose on his $800 alligator shoes. He said if she paid for them he wouldn't press charges, well she said hell no. That he didn't deserve any alligator shoes, that if he went to kill the alligator himself maybe she would pay to have them made, but not till then, so that's why we are here. We can't get her arraigned till Monday, and I hated to see her stay in Rikers till then, she had your card in her wallet, so I called you. We could release her in your custody, if you guarantee her appearance on Monday,"



"Yeah sure, no problem. Can I see her now?"



"Yeah, just sign here, and we will release her," said Officer Nolan. "Your girlfriend is some firecracker."



"Uh, yeah," said Bobby.



Officer Nolan led Bobby to the holding area.



"Your boyfriend is here to get you out, just make sure you're here for your court date Monday," said Officer Nolan.



"Boyfriend?" said Jessie, looking at Bobby. "Oh hi, dear, "she said with a laugh.



They walked out the police station, and got into Bobby's car. He turned to her and said,

"Do you do this often?"



"When I see injustice, I must stand up for the rights of the people!" she put up her right fist in the air and laughed.



"You're really crazy," Bobby shook his head.



"I warned you," laughed Jessie.



"Well, your place or mine?" asked Bobby.



"What do you mean?" asked Jessie.



"Well I had to sign papers; you're in my custody, I had to guarantee you wouldn't leave town or the country and that you will be present in court on Monday, so I am your personal police officer till Monday," said Bobby.



"You have got to be kidding?" said Jessie.



"Sorry, and with your history of irrational behavior if I want to protect my job, I need to keep a close eye on you," said Bobby. "So, your place or mine?"



"MINE," she said angrily.



They arrived at Jessica's apartment building. The lobby was huge; it had lounge chairs, magazine racks, a waterfall, plenty of sitting room, a 24 hour dry cleaner. It looked like a luxury hotel. Jessica walked up to the front desk where the doorman was stationed and signed in.



"Hi Walter."



"Good Evening, Dr. DuBois. How are you this evening?"



"Walter, what have I told you about that? Just call me Jess,"



"Not in front of other people, miss," whispered Walter.



"Oh, he isn't other people, he is my prison guard," said Jessie.



"Sign in, Detective," said Jessie, stepping away from the book.



"Another altercation at the demonstration?" asked Walter.



"I am innocent Walter, wasn't my fault this time," smiled Jessie.



Walter smiled, "Goodnight Jess."



"Goodnight, Walter," said Jessie.



"Goodnight, Walter," said Bobby, but Walter didn't respond.



Jessie and Bobby got into the elevator and she pressed the button for the 12^th floor. She remained silent, the doors opened, she pulled out her key and opened the door. Bobby thought this was a good idea at first, a good way for him to get to know her better, but now, maybe it wasn't. She was really pissed. She walked into the apartment, put her stuff down, and led him into the center of the apartment.



"Help yourself to anything in the fridge; if you want you can use Vickie's old room, there is a private bath with towels in it. I am going to shower and go to bed."



"Tomorrow, what time do you want to go the museum?"



"I don't think that would be appropriate, Detective; you're on the job, and socializing someone you're guarding isn't protocol,"



Then she turned to go to her room.



"Goodnight Jessie," said Bobby.