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Greetings and Salutations to all. Please excuse my deluded brain, it thought it could come up with an entertaining story and wouldn't leave me alone until it was written. So, here it is. It's a short story that I thought up one evening after downloading a bunch of lyrics off the web for my students. This particular song Kiss the Rain by Billie Myers seemed to just scream "Peter and Jordan's Relationship". After I got over the phenomenon of a song screaming anything, I decided to write this short vignette from Jordan's point of view. It takes place at any time during the last season before Peter takes the brands. (Sorry I can't be more specific, but since Jordan was pretty much his established girlfriend during that time period, I guess you can decide for yourself when it occurred.) There are no spoilers, or references to any other episode. Michael Sloan owns these characters, not me (though I wish I could borrow Peter more often <BG>) and they will be returned unharmed.
Synopsis for: Songs in the Key of Fu: Kiss the Rain

Featured Characters: Peter and Jordan (from Jordan's POV)

Guest Stars: A delivery boy of my own imagination. Unnamed radio announcer. The song Kiss the Rain by Billie Myers.

Warnings: Mild suggestive language and actions.

Storyline: Jordan's waiting for Peter at his apartment, but it looks like he's standing her up once again. Can their relationship survive? Not much action, just character interplay (okay, so maybe there's some action after all! ::grin::) And yes, as you might have guessed from the title, there will be more short stories involving (relatively) popular songs. And I admit that I took the idea of my title from the X-Files soundtrack entitled _Songs in the Keys of X_. I couldn't help myself. ::grin:: Enjoy the story.

Any comments would be greately appreciated and can be sent to: MavnAlysse@aol.com

"All learning begins with these two phrases: I don't know. Let's find out!"

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Songs in the Key of Fu: Kiss the Rain

Detective Jordan McGuire unlocked the door of Peter Caine's apartment and stepped inside. She had been looking forward to a quiet evening alone with Peter and he had promised her that tonight would be that night. Their hectic work schedules had kept them from seeing each other (except for a few brief moments in between shifts) for over a week. She had gotten off work first and told him she would meet him at his place. She planned to surprise him by preparing an intimate dinner for the two of them. 'Pasta would be nice. I hope he likes it. But first,' she thought with a smile of pleasure, 'I'm going to take a shower and relax.'

She luxuriated in the shower for close to an hour. Once out, she took her time drying and styling her hair. She decided that Peter's blue flannel robe would be fine for their evening alone, and settled herself into the couch, curled in a corner, waiting for Peter to arrive.

A knocking on the door woke her. The clock read 10:00; she'd been asleep for two hours. She swiftly glanced about, noticing that Peter still had not come home. 'Where is he?'

Someone knocked again. Jordan brushed her hair out of her eyes and tightened the sash on the robe. "Who is it?"

"Delivery from Race's Florists," came the youthful response.

Jordan opened the door, a faint frown forming between her eyes. "Yes?"

A young man stood at the door, a large bouquet of flowers in his arms. "Detective McGuire?" She nodded, curious, and truth be told, a bit wary. The boy pulled out a clipboard and held it out to her. "Special delivery for you. If you could please sign here."

Jordan took the pen and signed her name, then took the bouquet of flowers. "They're beautiful. Who are they from?"

The teen consulted the clipboard. "From a Detective Peter Caine. He sent a note along with the flowers."

He gave a brilliant grin and nodded to her. "Have a good evening, ma'am." The young man turned and left Jordan in the doorway.

Jordan put her nose to the bouquet, inhaling the sweet sent of lilacs, baby's breath, carnations, and roses. She re-entered the apartment, closing and locking the door behind her. She placed the flowers on the table, then searched through Peter's cabinets for something suitable to put them in, feeling a bit bemused. In the recesses of the cabinet beneath the sink, she found a green cut crystal vase. 'Wonder where he got this?' She rinsed it out, then filled it with water and arranged the flowers in it. She set the vase on the table, took the card and sat down on the couch.

She opened and read the message.

Jordan -

I took the chance that you would still be at my place. Hope I'm right. The Captain asked me to work late tonight on the De Vaga case, so I will be later than planned. Please don't be angry. As part of my penance, I have arranged something for you. Tune in to KQ102 at 11:00 this evening.

I love you.

-Peter.

Jordan heaved a sigh. 'Peter.' She shook her head, seriously contemplating leaving, but by that time she was too comfortable to leave. 'At least he let me know what was going on, instead of leaving me in the dark. And the flowers are beautiful.' She reread the note. 'All right, Peter. We'll do this your way.'

She made a light dinner for herself and set aside something for Peter to eat when he got in. She selected a book from one of Peter's shelves, and curled herself up on the couch. The radio played softly in the background and she kept an eye on the clock.

Near eleven, she put the book down and turned the radio up. "This is KQ102 nite line. It's 11 o'clock, time for all those dedication and requests out there. Our first song of the evening goes out to Jordan McGuire from Peter Caine. He says he's sorry and wants to let you know how much he loves you. The song is Kiss the Rain by Billie Myers."

> Hello.
>Can you hear me?
>Am I getting through to you?
>Hello.
>Is it late there?
>There's a laughter on the line, are you sure you're there alone?
>Cause I'm trying to explain.
>Something's wrong. You just don't sound the same.
>Why don't you. Why don't you.
>Go outside. Go outside.
>Kiss the rain - Whenever you need me.
>Kiss the rain - Whenever I'm gone, too long.
>If you're lips feel lonely and thirsty.
>Kiss the rain - And wait for the dawn.

>Keep in mind we're under the same sky.
>And the night's as empty for me as for you.
>If you feel you can't wait till morning, >Kiss the rain, Kiss the rain, Kiss the rain.

>Hello.
>Do you miss me?
>I hear you say you do - But not the way I'm missing you.

>What's new?
>How's the weather?
>Is it stormy where you are? >Cause I'm so close but it feels like you're so far.
>Oh would it mean anything if you knew what >I'm left imagining in my mind,
>in my mind?
>Would you go, would you go kiss the rain?
>Whenever you need me.
>Kiss the rain - Whenever I'm gone, too long.
>If you're lips feel lonely and thirsty.
>Kiss the rain - And wait for the dawn.
>And you'd fall over me.

>Think of me, think of me, only me.
>Kiss the rain - Whenever I'm gone, too long.
>If your lips feel lonely and thirsty, >kiss the rain and wait for the dawn.

>Keep in mind, we're under the same skies,
>and the nights' as empty for me, as for you.
>If you feel you can't wait till morning kiss the rain,
>kiss the rain, kiss the rain, kiss the rain.
>Oooooohhhhh. Kiss the rain. Ooooooohhhhh. Kiss the rain.

>Hello.
>Can you hear me?
>Can you hear me?
>Can you hear me?

As the song faded away, Jordan sat silently on the couch, tears gleaming in her eyes. She wrapped her arms about herself and settled herself into the couch, feet tucked up. She shook her head, a faint smile on her lips. He was the most confusing, complicated, exasperating, 'Most wonderful man I've ever met. I mean, we argue almost constantly, and we never seem to have enough time for each other, and it looks like we'll never make it work. And then... he would do something like this." And any anger she might have had would disappear.

She drifted off to sleep again.

Warm lips pressed to hers brought her from her dreams. She looked into a set of sparkling hazel eyes. "Hello, sleepyhead." Peter leaned back far enough to allow her to sit up.

"Mmmm." She stretched, then traced a finger down the side of his face. "What time is it?"

"Almost three."

"The Captain sure had you working late." Peter smiled at her, leaned in for another kiss, nicely distracting her for a moment.

Jordan finally withdrew to regain her breath. "We should go to bed."

Peter grinned wickedly at her, "Sounds good to me."

She mock glared at him and shoved at his shoulder. "That's not what I meant. We have to get up early tomorrow, and you're probably exhausted."

Peter sat on the couch beside her, looking down at her, "I have a surprise for you."

"Another one?" She smoothed a lock of hair from his eyes. "I loved your first one. It was real sweet, Peter."

"I'm glad you like it. But I think you'll like this one even better." Peter's eyes were alight with mischief and she looked up at him warily. "And what might that be?"

He tried to look nonchalant, "Oh, just that the Captain informed me that she was so impressed with how we were handling our work-load so far, that she gave the both of us tomorrow and the weekend off." He bit his bottom lip gently as he waited for her response. His eyes never left her face.

It took a moment for the full implication to hit her, but when it did... "Well, Detective. I'm very sleepy. I think you should put me to bed, don't you?" She ducked her head and grinned up at him, looking through her lashes to do so. She was rewarded by the slow spread of a grin across his face.

He dropped off the couch, knelt beside her, slid his arms about her, and lifted her off the couch and carried her down the hallway. "Yes, I think that's exactly what I'll do." He gave her a lingering kiss, then closed the door of the bedroom behind them.

The End.