Jules calls and you arrange to meet

You sit there trying to decide what to do when your cell rings.

You answer in a mock-serious tone, "Hello, You have reached Crazy Simon's Crazy Car Sales. Can I interest you in a hot rod?"

Jules' laughter fills your ear, "You are one strange-looking Simon, girl."

You laugh too, "What's up?"

"When do you escape this crazy place?"

You think about your answer for a few seconds.

"I'm stuck here until tomorrow afternoon. The tickets on the secondary market to go tonight were crazy expensive."

Your mother once told you lying by omission was a fine art and the dirtiest way to lie since it was so hard to sniff out. She would know since she hadn't told the truth in her life except maybe then. You haven't seen each other in a while and you have no plans to change that.

"Wow. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. The feds are sniffing around pretty obsessively. They haven't tried to question me yet but canceled my passport so I know they're watching."

"So I guess I can assume they know about me now?"

"I couldn't say. Maybe from your first call? I'm using a disposable for this one so I hope they haven't figured it out yet. The cops only know you as Tiff the cute little strawberry slut who lost a naughty bet. I think that'd be harder to trace. What are your plans?"

You break out into laughter at the reference. Jules' mind works in strange but hilarious ways.

"I haven't decided yet. My flight's at 6 pm tomorrow, otherwise, my schedule is clean. What are you up to?"

"First I tried to get a flight to Ireland. I figured I'd let them wrangle with the EU if they wanted me but the canceled passport killed that. Then I tried to call Devon but keep getting his voicemail. Either he can't answer on the flight or turned it off. Either way, I'm dead in the water at the moment. I'm afraid to try and do anything before the lawyers call."

"Yeah. I thought about it myself before you called. I came up with a couple of things that seemed really reckless. So I'm glad you called before I did something rash."

The blonde giggled, "I'm not the person to depend on to keep things rational, Red. You want to meet up at the lounge?"

"You're still trying to get in my panties aren't you?"

"I actually hadn't thought about it. I was thinking it'd be nice to have a smiling face around but that does sound like a great way to end the night!"

Jules stops for a second then continues.

"No, I get it, sweetie. No girls," she sighs. "Seriously. Just come over, I'll be on my best behavior. Sitting up here by myself is depressing."

"Aren't they going to be watching that place?"

"Probably but where else am I going to go. I can have the car over there in about 15 minutes."

You think it through. Even if the feds grab you, what have you done wrong? Nothing they'd likely care about, you figure.

"Why not. I guess it beats watching rich folks buy houses."

The blonde's voice perks up. You can almost feel her wide smile through the phone.

"The driver will be there right away. Bring an overnight bag!"

"Jules. . ." you start to say as she cuts you off.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Red. I have a guest room after all. See you in a bit!"

"I don't really have anything to wear that fits your place."

"Remember the dressing room? See you soon!"

You laugh as you hear her hang up. Yeah, she can likely spare an outfit after all. You grab your gym bag with the stuff you brought from home and leave Beckett's gifts in the closet. You can't imagine wearing any of those outfits tonight anyway. You do wear the mules though, they are almost as comfy as your sweats.

It only takes about 10 minutes before you get a call telling you your ride is here. You head down and hop in the silver Lexus. The driver gets you across town in one piece and drops you off outside the nightclub. The bouncer waves you through and you head up the stairs to meet her. Maybe you and Jules can figure something out? If nothing else, you know the wine here is worth the trip.