She's Beautiful

by Luna Dey

Author’s Note: This story was done as a reward for participation in a group activity on our list. Everyone who participated was rewarded with a kiss fic in their name, with the Mag 7 character of his or her choice. The person who is the object of this fic has given her permission for the fic to be posted on an open site. This one was written for Greta C. Thanks, for allowing me to post it, Greta.

Disclaimer: I do not own them. They are the property of MGM, Mirisch, and Trilogy Entertainment; however, if they ever come up for sale, I will be in the front row at the auction.

Feedback: Feedback is welcome and greatly appreciated, but no flames please.

"I just don't get it, Buck. I'm pretty sure she likes me. I mean, when I run into her at Inez's we always have a lot of fun." JD was clearly puzzled.

"Well, kid, maybe she just doesn't feel she should date someone she works with," Wilmington offered.

"Maybe, but the way our jobs are neither of us have much chance to meet someone away from work." Dunne let out a sigh. "We are both are in law enforcement, and you know how demanding that is on your time."

"Yeah, I sure do, but I've been lucky enough to find the women around here that don't mind mixing business and pleasure." The lady's man grinned and gave his young friend a wink.

"Hell, Buck, you'd find someone willing in a convent." JD teased.

Wilmington looked intently the team's surveillance agent. "You really do like her, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. You know, it isn't just because she's so pretty, but she's really a beautiful person. She is just so kind-hearted, and so much fun to be around, being pretty on top of it is just a bonus." JD looked Buck in the eyes and added. "She even looks great when she wakes up in the morning."

"And just how do you know that?" The lady's man jumped on that last remark.

Dunne sighed. "Not like you would think. She worked undercover with us on that one case a few months ago. I had the recording equipment set up in that vacant office over on Maple Street. Ezra and Greta stayed there until it was time for them to meet with the dealers, and she fell asleep on floor while we waited."

Buck nodded as he recalled the case in question, and a plan began to take form as he tried to think of a way to help his young friend.

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"Hey, JD. You know what you were talkin' to me about yesterday? Well I did a little snooping around for ya." Buck put a hand on his friend's shoulder and steered him toward the break room and away from prying ears.

"Oh, tell me you didn't," JD groaned.

"No, don't worry. I was discreet."

"That'll be the day," Dunne grumbled.

"I was! Do you want to know what I found out or not? Wilmington leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms.

The younger man sighed and finally nodded. "Yeah, might as well since you went to the trouble to find out."

"I asked some of the ladies that I hang around with about Greta. Turns out the problem is me." Buck paused and waited for that to sink in.

"I should have known. Why would she consider me with you around?"

"You got it wrong, kid." Wilmington confessed. "She's been avoiding goin' out with you because she thinks your just out for a good time. Because, we're such good friend's, she thinks you might be tryin' to be like me."

"But, I'm not like that!" JD exclaimed.

"Then you need to do something to let her know that," Buck suggested.

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"Look who just walked in," Buck said as he nodded toward the door. He watched JD's expression, and the younger man's face lit up when he saw Greta walk through the door at Inez's. As the undercover policewoman made her way to a table where a small group of her friends waited, Dunne's eyes never left her. "Damn, kid! You got it bad," the lady's man observed.

"Huh?" JD was vaguely aware that Buck had been talking to him.

Wilmington just chuckled and shook his head. "Never mind, but now that I have at least part of your attention, have you decided what your gonna do?"

"I think so," JD smiled nervously.

As the evening wore on and more of Team Seven arrived, Dunne began to relax. He danced with a couple of the ladies who asked him, but he was constantly aware of Greta sitting just a couple tables from theirs. When one of her favorite songs came up, he made his way to her table to ask her to dance.

Greta looked up at him and smiled. "I thought you would never ask," she said.

The two had danced several dances, when JD shyly asked, "Would you wait here for a minute? I have something that I want to do for you."

"Sure, but what are you going to do?" Greta stood near the edge of the dance floor, but close to the stage where the DJ worked.

"You'll see," Dunne turned and headed over to the stage. After a moment's conversation with the DJ, JD stepped up onto the stage and was handed a microphone. "I know it isn't quite time for Kareoke, but there is something I wanted to tell someone special." With that the music began to play and Dunne opened his mouth to sing.

We go out to a party somewhere
The moment we walk in the door
People stop and everybody stares
She don't know what they're staring for
She don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her so

The members of Team Seven sat staring open mouthed at their youngest member. They had heard him sing with the radio, but none of them realized he had such a good voice. Buck grinned as he glanced over to where Greta stood. She watched JD with a pleased expression and a sparkle in her eyes.

There she goes just walking down the street
And someone lets a whistle out
A girl like her she just can't see
What the fuss is all about
And She don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her so

Greta stepped a little closer to the stage and stared up at JD. She smiled when he looked down at her and she notice the slight blush to his cheeks.

Morning comes and her hair's all a mess
That's when she think she looks her worst
It's times like this she don't know why
I can't take my eyes off her
'Cause she don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)
She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)
She don't know she's beautiful
Though time and time I've told her so ….

When the song ended, JD handed the microphone back to the DJ and hopped down off the stage. He walked over to Greta, hoping he had finally gotten her to realize how much he really liked her. When he stood in front of her, he took her hand. "Greta, I wish you would give me a chance. I…I'm not like Buck."

Greta placed a finger to his lips to silence him. "I know that now. Could we go somewhere and talk?"

JD led her around the edge of the room and out the side door. Greta turned to him and said, "I really do like you, JD. It's just…well, it doesn’t matter now. I really would like to go out with you."

JD reached up with his free hand and lightly touched her cheek. She turned her face into his hand, closed her eyes, and sighed softly. She was so beautiful that he felt that he just had to kiss her. He leaned in and tentatively brushed his lips to hers. She responded by allowing her lips to part slightly. JD accepted the invitation and took the kiss deeper, tracing his tongue lightly over her soft lips and then increasing the pressure, as he tasted her mouth with tongue. Their arms wrapped around each other, and Dunne slid his hand up into her long blonde hair as they pulled each other closer. The kiss took on a life of its own as they each devoured the other's mouth. When the kiss ended they stood leaning into each other, both breathing heavily. At last Greta spoke in a quivering voice. "Ummmm…. JD? Do you suppose we could have that first date now?"

JD chuckled. "I think maybe we just did," he said with s smile. "Maybe we should just skip straight to the second date."

Greta gazed into his eyes and smiled. "Nice to see you again, JD." She tipped her face up toward his, and their lips met as they lost themselves in each other's arms.


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