In the light of what occurred that evening, Jordan can't afford to let it replay too much in the back of his mind. He's busy riding solo and working twelve-hour shifts.

As his extended shift nears its end on Saturday evening, a visitor is waiting at his desk. Brittney sits there with the world's widest grin. She has a surprise that will try to make up just a bit for what happened days ago. Brittney realizes she was a bit of a bitch, but meant what she said.

By the time he pulls into the station, she's beginning to feel the heat from the doors being open, and Brittney is not feeling the vibe. She's annoyed by the banging and calls over the loudspeaker.

"Hey! There's my girl; what are you doing here?" Jordan calls out when he parks his bus and gets the medics bags from the side compartment to place them in a private locker.

"We have a date tonight, and it involves this." She mentions taking a clothes bag from the desk tossing it out in front of Jordan.

Puzzled, Jordan drops his emergency medical bags over by his locker and goes over to Brittney. There she hands over the bag, and Jordan takes out a pinstriped suit with a classic style early 1930's gangster top hat.

"Um..." he mutters, "is this a costume party?"

"Yes, silly! Work is having a throwback party, and I want us to go together. Now hurry up and get finished. I want you to get cleaned up so we can get back to Johns Creek Junior College Student Union."

Jordan huffs quietly to himself. He's not been one to attend some of these events. A night at the club is nothing but fun because no one knows him but being stuck with people he knows from his mother's job is annoying.

"Yeah, sounds great, can't wait..." He mutters while placing his bags into the locker and shuts it, trying not to slam the locker door.

"See, that's my man!" She calls out, running up to take his arm and hand over the bag.

Luckily for Jordan, there's someone who walks up to the bay door and calls out for anyone.

"Hello? I'm looking for the station supervisor." The slightly portly, sandy blond-haired gentleman calls out, walking through the door.

"Yeah, he's in the office marked 'Administration' it's right through there. All you have to do is follow the sign." Brittney pops off, waving at the man who is the same height as her.

"Britt! That's uncalled for; wow. Sir, give me a moment, and I will escort you to my supervisor." Jordan tells the fellow as he gives Brittney a look of shock.

"Thank you."

Jordan motions for the stranger through the ambulance bay then they walk through the locker room and into the back, where the supervisor is filing run sheets. After Jordan lightly taps on the door, they enter, where he offers the mystery man a seat.

"Hey, Clyde, this gentleman just arrived and stated that he needs to speak with you," Jordan informs his supervisor as he stands by the door.

"Sure, I'd say have a seat, but Jordan beat me to it. What seems to be the issue, sir?" Clyde offers, relaxing in his chair.

In a deep inhale and exhale, Justin begins to speak his mind.

"I know this is an odd way to do this, but I heard from a coworker of mine that you have an opening for a medic. I have a friend looking to move from West Virginia to here. He's a great paramedic and does life-line rescue, and has even been part of the national wildfire rescue team when needed. His name is Alexander Myers. I could give you his contact info, or maybe have him take a weekend or some time to come down to talk."

Clyde sits there for a minute without saying a word. This pitch catches him and Jordan both off guard, but he is interested in what he's heard so far.

"What station does he report to in West Virginia? I'd like to contact his superiors and see if he would be a good fit for here. He sounds like a solid paramedic skill-wise. I would like to know more from someone who has his work experience." Clyde explains, trying to probe for information.

"He's in a station in Barboursville, sir. I don't know the station number..." he's halted when Clyde raises his index finger in the air.

He goes to the computer and locks attention to the screen for a couple of minutes. He continues to type while Justin and Jordan wait.

"Got his station right here. Tell you what, uh, what's your name?"

"I'm sorry, I'm Justin, Justin Adamson."

"Ah, Justin, let me contact his people, and I'll consider it. Plus, I want to get his number from his supervisor. I appreciate the effort to step up and inquire about the opening for a friend. You two must be pretty close." Clyde says as he gets to his feet to exchange a handshake.

"We all are, sir, speaking of which, your guy here looks really familiar. Mind if I ask, bro if you have any family from West Virginia? You look a lot like one of my best friends." Justin mentions looking over to Jordan.

The moment is too weird for Jordan as he kind of draws back. From the first mention of West Virginia, his brother popped into his mind, and now this guy sitting in the office sends apprehension into overdrive.

"I do, a half-brother..."

In an instant, it clicks with Justin that he's not going crazy. The expression of delight he feels shows on his face.

"Oh! So, you're Jordan, well hey bro, it's great to meet you finally. I know your mom..."

Jordan doesn't hesitate to cut Justin off.

"Let me guess. You work for Brass Eye Care too?"

"Well, I do, but I'm in Quality, I'm in shipping and receiving. Your mom attends my church. I'm a pastor at Goodwill to the World Chapel."

"Oh, my bad bub..." Jordan continues to explain, but then Justin loses focus for a brief second when he hears Jordan say 'bub' in the same manner his best friend says it.

"Yeah, I hope Alex will be a good fit. Thank you for taking the time to hear about my friend." Justin mentions as he shakes both Clyde's and Jordan's hands and walks out of the office.

That last bit seems odd to Clyde, but to Jordan, he's seen that glimmer in Justin's eyes. In that instant, someone saw his brother in him. Jordan ignores it and remembers that Brittney is waiting on him.

"Oh, I gotta go, sir, gotta hot little number waitin' on me out there. See you on Tuesday morning."

Rushing back through the building, Jordan speeds past Brittney teasing her after picking up the bag with his costume.

"Last one back to my place is a rotten egg," Jordan calls out about four feet from his truck.

Brittney takes off trying to catch up, but her Toyota Avalon can't keep up as Jordan is more familiar with the shortcuts. By the time she pulls up, he's leaned up against the tailgate of the truck.

"Don't even! You live here I don't so, of course, you won. Come on; I need a shower before we get ready." Brittney growls, passing by Jordan, who smiles as he watches her ass wiggle on the way up to the apartment.

"I have to say before we go inside, it's a bit of a mess. Brad is preparing to move out. Since the wedding isn't far off, they just bought a house, and he's busy with work and trying to move, and yeah. That's why I've been pulling twelve-hour shifts to afford this place on my own." Jordan explains before he pushes the door open.

Brittney's floored when she sees boxes everywhere and items such as clothes, glasses and plates, uniforms, and paperwork scattered all over the apartment. She follows Jordan through the living room into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower.

"Towels are in the cabinet, and I'll see you in here." Jordan winks as he quickly strips and gets into the steaming shower.

Brittney takes the not-so-subtle hint and gets her towel, then follows Jordan into the shower where he's already waiting to get his hands on her body as he scoops her up, pinning Brittney against the wall as they embrace in a kiss. Jordan pushes himself into her body and hears her gasps as he feels her tense up, prepared for an intense experience under the hot water.

"Yes, Jordan, yes..." She calls out, tightening her grip around his neck with her eyes shut as he continues to thrust into her pelvis. "God yes!"

Seconds after she screams, Jordan pulls out, spilling his seed onto Brittney's body. He opens his eyes to see her staring at him.

"Everything okay?"

"God, yes, that was more amazing than the other day." She says and plants her feet on the bottom of the tub.

Jordan says nothing else as he reaches over to get his body wash, and Brittney uses as little as possible to keep from smelling too much like him.

"Maybe you should keep some stuff here, just in case, ya know."

Brittney nods and creeps out of the shower to allow Jordan time to finish up. She browses through the cabinets in the bathroom and discovers there is a hairdryer.

"Yes, you have a hairdryer!"

"Yeah, that's uh Brad's old lady's hairdryer. I'll be out in a minute."

Jordan shuts off the water and reaches for his towel. He dries off then steps out with it around his waist. He struts over, picking up the costume bag, and heads for the bedroom.

He feels a bit out of place being in a suit, but he rationalizes that this is for Brittney and not for himself. He has hope in the back of his mind that this will help push her closer to becoming exclusive.

As they rush to get ready, Brittney tries to keep her hair straight, but the natural curl begins to show, and she's not too thrilled with it.

"Fuck! I hate my hair; oh well, can't do shit about it now." She says to herself and wraps the towel around her torso, and picks up her clothes to head for Jordan's room, where she gets into costume.

"You're riding with me and spending your time with me at my place tonight. I'll bring you back tomorrow." She informs as Jordan packs a bag.

"I like the sounds of that, and I promise I won't be an embarrassment. I got, to be honest, I'm not too fond of these things because of mom. She likes to tell everyone everything about my life." Jordan breaks down with a look of regret in his eyes.

Brittney shrugs and doesn't pay him any mind as she adjusts the showgirl dress. She returns to the bathroom to fix her make-up and does her best to get comfortable in the outfit. Ever since her fiancé was busted cheating, Brittney doesn't look at herself the same but oddly gets comfortable with Jordan. Something that she finds to be annoying at times.

Once they're ready and depart for the party, it's a quick trip to Johns Creek. They pull up as everyone else is beginning to arrive. Brittney gets out and is surprised when people she knows from work start greeting Jordan.

"Hey, it's little Jordan, all grown up. I heard you had some issues with the service. Even if it's true, glad to have you home, young man." Someone says as Jordan exchanges a handshake.

More and more employees come up, nearly ignoring Brittney, but when one of her coworkers from HR approaches them, he calls out what he says gives Jordan ammunition for a nickname.

"Hey! There's the brat of HR! She even has that little scowl on your face when she doesn't get her way."

"Brit-Brat!" Jordan calls out as everyone within earshot begins to laugh, but Brittney turns an instant shade of dark red.

Annoyed, Brittney tries to play it off. She grabs Jordan by the wrist and goes over to the bar.

"Don't you ever call me that ever again!" She whispers in a hateful tone and snarls at Jordan.

"Awe, poor Brit-Brat, get a little mad. Yeah, you may hate that, but now you know kind of how I feel getting dragged to one of these events. I hate these company parties, and I'm only here for you."

Brittney's attitude continues to grow, and after she gets a glass of wine, she pulls Jordan over to the side.

"Then when I finish this, we will go! I wouldn't say I like that nickname already, and trust me. We won't be doing this again!" She mentions as she quickly downs the wine, and Jordan takes the keys from her purse after she gets another glass of wine to help her bury the sour mood.

The party doesn't last much longer for the two of them. On the way out, more people stop the couple for a quick word with Jordan. Brittney's annoyed sensation doesn't fade at all. When they arrive back at her townhouse, she gets a bottle of Captain Morgan to continue to bury her emotions.

"C'mon, we're going to drink in the bedroom, and you can do whatever you want. That's if you want to; I know I'm being a bitch." She slurs and gets ahold of Jordan, yanking him to his feet.

After about twenty minutes of tipping the bottle back and forth, Brittney passes out in the middle of a kiss, and not long after, Jordan passes out with the bottle of rum resting on the nightstand. The last thing he hears before he passes out hearing Brittney starting to snore.