A/N: Hey this is the first story I'm writing on my brand new laptop!!! I like it a lot. It's a Compaq and types really easily. Maybe it will inspire me to write better! We'll have to see…
Disclaimer: I do NOT own this. There is no way I do. I just don't. If I did then I'd be living in the lap of luxury. Unfortunately for me my only luxury is my cell phone and laptop. LOL.
Jonathon sat at his desk wondering when Adelaide would get there. He was very taken with her. Even if she was married, She was very attractive; She had long thick, curly brown hair and had warm; deep cinnamon colored eyes. He sighed.
'Rap rap rap.' Someone behind the door knocked. Jonathon jumped up and smoothed his pants of nonexistent wrinkles and straightened his tie and then went to answer the door. She smiled at Jonathon warmly. "Hello, Jonathon." She greeted him.
"Hello," He responded. His eyes seemed glued the place on her sweater where it clung tightly to her chest. He finally snapped his eyes out of place. "So… umm did you bring the letter?" He asked.
"Oh yes." She said, opening her purse and pulling out a business-sized envelope. It was creased and worn. As if it had been read over and over. She pulled out the letter and passed it to Jonathon. Their hands touched and they blushed like a bunch of thirteen year olds. Jonathon opened it and began to read:
Mr. Josiah A. March,
You know who I am and you know why I am writing. You are in danger, March. Awful danger. You owe money to the wrong people. Why haven't you paid us back, March? Figured we'd forget? We do not forget. We never forget. Never. You can't run and you can't hide. We have people everywhere. Everywhere, March. Everywhere you go we'll be there. We will get you
~A.B.
Jonathon let out a breath. "Well, Adelaide. It seems you may be right." He folded the letter back up and placed it in the envelope. Adelaide nodded.
"Yes, well. I have excellent instincts." She said. She wiped her eyes quickly. "Well, Jonathon, I suppose we should get to work."
Harry felt something cross his cheek and his eyes snapped open. Standing above him was a bewildered Hermione.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to wake you." She said quietly.
"What time is it?" He asked.
"Early." She responded without looking at her watch.
"Why were you in here?" He asked. Hermione blushed lightly.
"Well I couldn't sleep…" She said, she almost seemed preoccupied in her answer. Harry looked down and realized he was shirtless. He was only wearing his boxers. He blushed and grabbed a wife beater from the bottom of the bed and pulled it down. He then slid over and made room for Hermione to sit down. She sat down and pulled her knees to her chin. Harry took note of her pajamas. The bottoms were covered with pictures of a doll from the 80s called 'Strawberry Shortcake' and the top was a red tank top. She was wearing a waist length robe with 'Hermione' written in cursive print over her right breast.
"Why couldn't you sleep?" He asked, putting his arm around her. Hermione breathed in his smell and sighed.
"I am worried about this case. It's a dead end. A completely dead end." She whispered. Harry sighed.
"I agree but there may be something. Something. We can do. There has got to be!" He said, trying to reassure himself as well. Hermione sighed again and leaned her head into Harry's chest. Harry was surprised how comfortable the small act made him. He sighed too and pulled Hermione into a tight hug. "Don't worry, Herms." He said, using his pet name for her. "It'll be alright." Hermione didn't respond, but she nodded wearily. Within minutes her breathing fell into rhythm and she was fast asleep. Harry smiled and closed his eyes too and fell into a deep slumber.
Jonathon and Adelaide sat in Jonathon's car, driving to the bank where Josiah worked. They decided that would be a better place than any to find clues. Soon enough they pulled in the parking lot to the bank and Adelaide stepped out and walked to the front door, Jonathon followed. More than one he found himself staring where he couldn't have but he then slapped himself out of it and reminded himself to take a nice long cold shower when he got home. They stepped into the Bank and it was mostly empty. One of the tellers looked at them and smiled. He came over to Adelaide.
"Mrs. March! What a surprise! Mr. March still sick, eh? What a shame, what a shame. What can I help you with? He asked. Adelaide smiled.
"Well, George, I need to show my husbands office to Mr. Ward. He is my husbands… consultant." Adelaide said. George looked skeptical but ushered them to a door labeled 'Josiah Artemis March, Esq.' He pulled the door open. Adelaide and Jonathon slipped into the room. In the room was a desk and behind it was a blond woman, typing something or other.
"Mrs. March, well hello! To what do I owe this surprise?" She asked. Adelaide smiled falsely.
"Mr. Ward and I are just looking into my husbands office for a moment, Pam." She said. Pam nodded and walked to another door and opened it. She was wearing a skirt that barely read her mid thigh and a blouse unbuttoned down just a tad too far. Adelaide made a face to Pam's back as she opened the door. They walked into the lavish room. In the center was a large desk made of fine; dark wood and had a high back leather chair behind it. Jonathon walked over and pulled out one drawer. He passed it to Adelaide.
"Look through this." He said and he pulled out another for himself. They sat on the floor and went through the drawers. For about half an hour they searched each sheet of paper for something. Just then he heard Adelaide gasp and let out a small scream. She was holding a photograph. "What?" He asked. Adelaide didn't answer. She just shook her head and began to cry. He took the picture from her hands and stared at it in disbelief. It was undoubtedly the woman they had just passed minutes before and Adelaide husband in bed wrapped in a tangled embrace. Neither was wearing clothing. Adelaide began to sob and Jonathon gave her an awkward hug. He put his hormones aside and tried to comfort her the best to his ability. Jonathon never had sisters and his mother never cried in front of him and despite the fact he had been with many women in his lifetime most had been one nightstand and they rarely cried. He let Adelaide cry into his shirt and then she finally regained herself enough to stand up in a huff and walk out into the adjoining room. Jonathon jumped up and followed her. She walked up to Pam and threw the picture in her face. Pam's face became pale instantly.
"YOU SLUT!" Adelaide yelled. "YOU UNBELIEVABLE WHORE!" She screeched. "HOW COULD YOU? YOU KNEW HE WAS MARRIED!" Pam flushed.
"I didn't give him anything he didn't ask for." She said in a hiss. "He said you were a cold frigid-" WAPP! Adelaide slapped Pam with all her might.
"You are fired." She murmured. Jonathon took Adelaide by the elbow but she shook him off. "Don't you dare come back. Ever. You hear me?" Pam nodded. She didn't dare object. She knew Adelaide had the authority. The 'Johnson' in March, Johnson, and Filler was her father. She had the authority to fire her. Adelaide stomped into her husband's office and grabbed her purse. "Let's leave, Jonathon." She said. Jonathon nodded.
Back in Jonathon's car Jonathon sighed. "I understand if you no longer want to finish the search." He said. Adelaide laughed dryly.
"Oh no. We're finishing. I can't divorce the bastard if I have no idea where he is." Adelaide said. Jonathon laughed lightly. So did Adelaide.
"OH MY GOD!" A voice yelled, shaking Harry from a peaceful slumber. He saw Ron hovering above him, his face even redder than his hair. Harry then realized there was someone else in his bed- Hermione. "OH MY GOD! My best friends are in bed together…. OH MY GOD! Harry what are you doing?" Ron yelped. Harry put a finger to his lips, signaling Ron to hush up.
"Calm down, Ron. It isn't what it looks like. And it looked pretty bad. Harry's shirt once again found its way to the bottom of the bed and Hermione's robe also was left in a heap by the bed and her shirt was pushed up.
"Then what is it?" Ron asked.
"Hermione couldn't sleep. She came in to talk. We fell asleep. It was a chaste as a church. I swear." Harry pleaded. Ron looked very disbelieving.
"Well we should probably get her to her dormitory do her reputation won't be ruined." Ron reasoned. Harry nodded. He climbed out over her and picked her up. A few minutes later she was back in the girls dorm safe and sound.
"So…" Ron began with a sly smile upon his face. "What really happened?" He asked. Then Harry threw a pillow at him.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed that chapter! I wrote it in one night. Granted it is almost one in the morning… Anyways at least I finished it! As you can see this chapter is primarily in Harry's eyes and that's a bit hard for me…
Jak009: Thank you!