(no subject)

Attack

By Katrina McDonnell

Disclaimer: Wish they were, but they aren't.
Author's Note: *blush* Thank you, Angie and Rhonda.



She pushed her glasses back up her nose as she read the
interview request. "This should--what are you doing?"

Danny gripped her arm. "What are these?" he demanded, a
mixture of fury and worry etched into his face.

"Bruises."

"CJ."

"Are you my father?" Embarrassment competed with a tiny
measure of delight at his concern.

"They're right around..."

She winced as he twisted her wrist. "Careful."

"Did someone do this to you?"

"I'm clumsy. I tripped when they were handing out grace."

"Please, CJ."

The tremble in his voice broke her. "My refrigerator tried
to eat my arm, okay!"

(no subject)

Attack

By Katrina McDonnell

Disclaimer: Wish they were, but they aren't.
Author's Note: *blush* Thank you, Angie and Rhonda.



She pushed her glasses back up her nose as she read the
interview request. "This should--what are you doing?"

Danny gripped her arm. "What are these?" he demanded, a
mixture of fury and worry etched into his face.

"Bruises."

"CJ."

"Are you my father?" Embarrassment competed with a tiny
measure of delight at his concern.

"They're right around..."

She winced as he twisted her wrist. "Careful."

"Did someone do this to you?"

"I'm clumsy. I tripped when they were handing out grace."

"Please, CJ."

The tremble in his voice broke her. "My refrigerator tried
to eat my arm, okay!"