Joe puts the last of the dirty dishes in the bus tray to be washed once the bar empties out and empties the sink of the old water. As he refills the sink with hot soapy water he looks over at the table he has been watching for the past 2 and a half hours. He can't get over how beautiful the woman sitting at that table is. He is so engrossed with watching her that the sink almost over flows.

 
[Joe] Damn!

 
Joe mutters under his breath as he quickly shuts off the water.

 
Zoe sighs, its obvious, by the two hours late, that her appointment wasn't going show today. She places several bills on the table, more than enough to cover her meal, tea, and tip. Standing, she walks toward the door.

 
Joe drops a few of the dirty lunch dishes into the sink and begins to wash them.

 
Zoe is passing by the bar when suddenly the world grays around her. She stumbles and grabs desperately for the edge of bar, praying she won't completely pass out.

 
Joe sees the woman grab the bar as her face pales. He grabs a towel and quickly dries his hands as he steps over to her. Grabbing her arm across the bar, he asks, "Miss? Are you alright?"

 
Joe moves around the end of the bar and grabs a chair from a nearby table and scoots it up behind her.

 
[Joe] Here. Sit down.

 
Joe says softly and guides her into the chair.

 
Zoe blinks as her vision clears, coming back to normal. After a moment, she smiles at the bar tender, and sits in the chair offered.

 
[Zoe] Thank you.

 
Zoe says.

 
[Zoe] I - I'm not sure what came over me. I mean I know I'm tired but...

 
Zoe trails off.

 
Joe reviews in his head what he had seen the young lady consume during her lunch. Since he didn't see her drink anything other than iced tea he knows that she can't be drunk.

 
[Joe] Do you happen to be hypoglycemic?

 
Joe asks in a soft, gentle voice.

 
[Joe] All you had was salad for lunch. Your blood sugar might be low.

 
Joe explains his question and gets ready to go behind the bar and retrieve a packet of sugar.

 
[Zoe] Oh, no, it's not.

 
Zoe says with a smile.

 
[Zoe] International travel always tires me out. I guess being stuck for three days in an airport thanks to volcanic ash, just made it that much worse... and where I expected to have three days to recover from Jet lag, I got none... before this non-existent business meeting.

 
[Joe] Would you like a glass of water?

 
Joe asks wanting to do something for her but not knowing what to do.

 
[Zoe] Yes, thank you.

 
Zoe says smiling at the bartender.

 
[Zoe] I'm Zoe, by the way.

 
Zoe says introducing herself.

 
Joe walks behind the bar and pours a glass of water then carries it back around and hands it to her.

 
[Joe] Nice to meet you, Zoe. I'm Joe.

 
Joe smiles down at the woman.

 
[Zoe] Thank you, Joe.

 
Zoe says smiling as she takes the glass of water and takes a deep swallow.

 
[Joe] You're not driving are you? Can I call someone for you?

 
Joe asks as he watches her face closely for signs of its color returning.

 
[Zoe] Yes, well, I was planning on driving back to my hotel... though that may not be the brightest idea, now.

 
Zoe smiles, then jumps as her cell phone begins to ring.

 
[Zoe] Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me a moment.

 
Zoe apologizes to Joe as she reaches for her phone, and then flips it open.

 
Joe sees Mike coming out of the storeroom with a case of booze to replenish the shelves and motions to him. When Mike comes closer he tells him he's going to give the lady a ride home and to go ahead and close up for the rest of the afternoon.

 
[Zoe] This is Zoe... No, I'm here, I have been since eleven this morning... What do you mean something came up? I thought we had an appointment?... 4:30?... Yeah, I can do that. At Joe's again?... Alright, I'll see you then... Mmm... Goodbye.

 
Zoe finishes her phone conversation and flips it shut, and looks back at Joe.

 
[Joe] You know....Joe's Bar doesn't just serve lunch, dinner and booze. We also provide an excellent free shuttle service.

 
Joe says light heartedly when she hangs up.

 
[Zoe] It does, does it?

 
Zoe asks with a laugh.

 
[Joe] Yes. But only to our very special patrons.

 
Joe says with a boyish grin and a wink.

 
[Zoe] Oh, dear...

 
Zoe laughs shaking her head slightly.

 
[Joe] How about letting me take you home? You can come back for your car when you're feeling better.

 
Joe holds out his hand to her.

 
[Zoe] I wouldn't want to impose. Besides, I have to be back here by 4:30 anyways. It hardly seams worth it to go back to my hotel and to try and take a nap now.

 
Zoe sighs.

 
Joe looks at his watch and sees that she is right about the time.

 
[Joe] Well....it isn't the Ritz.....but there is a couch in my office. It's nothing fancy but it is quiet....if you would like to lie down for awhile.

 
Joe says before realizing he's saying it.

 
[Zoe] Oh, I...

 
Zoe says slowly studying Joe's face. She is really tempted to take him up on. She needs the sleep so badly, but at the same time, she really doesn't want to intrude.

 
[Joe] I promise to be a complete gentleman. You can close the office door and I can wake you up in time for your appointment.

 
Joe insists. He can't seem to allow himself to let her go off on her own. What if something were to happen to her? He would never forgive himself.

 
[Zoe] I'm not worried about that.

 
Zoe smiles.

 
[Zoe] I just don't want to be in your way... or anything like that.

 
Joe straightens up.

 
[Joe] Ok....I can see that you are an independent woman. So how about I make it easier for you and insist. After all....a bartender is responsible for his patrons...even after they leave his establishment. If something were to happen to you on your way home....I could be held responsible for letting you drive.

 
Joe says halfway seriously then he winks at her and gives her a smile.

 
Zoe smiles brightly at Joe.

 
[Zoe] Well, when you put it that way, I don't see where I have any choice in matter.

 
Zoe laughs.

 
[Joe] Exactly.

 
Joe says with a chuckle.

 
[Joe] You wouldn't want to see me get into trouble now would you?

 
Joe adds more of a statement than a question. He holds out his hand again.

 
[Zoe] Of course not.

 
Zoe says with another bright smile at Joe and puts her hand in his and standing up.

 
Joe leads her into his office and over to the couch. He fluffs up the only throw pillow and takes the rain coat he had worn in this morning and lays it out on the couch for her to use as a blanket.

 
[Joe] What time would you like your wake up call to be?

 
Joe asks Zoe as he unplugs the phone on his desk so it won't bother her.

 
[Zoe] Well... rather than say a specific time... would it be alright, if I just told you who I was meeting? And when, or if, he shows, you could wake me then? If I'm not up before?

 
Zoe asks a little hesitantly as she sits on the couch.

 
[Joe] Absolutely. At Joe's Bar we are here to please.

 
Joe says with another grin and a wink.

 
Zoe laughs softly at that comment from Joe.

 
[Zoe] In that case. I'm meeting, Dr. Mark Bjorne, and to be honest, other than the fact that he's in his early 70's I have no idea what he looks like.

 
[Joe] Well...since the bar will be closed until 7 tonight....it shouldn't be hard to spot him. Besides...it's not like we get a lot of elderly professional types in here.

 
Joe says light heartedly.

 
[Joe] Are you sure there isn't someone you'd like me to call? Just to let them know where you are? A husband? Boyfriend?

 
Joe asks as he moves toward the office door.

 
[Zoe] Oh, no. I'm about as single as they come. But thank you. Both for the offer and the couch. I appreciate it.

 
Zoe smiles, as she moves to lay down on the couch.

 
[Joe] Not a problem. Now just get some rest.

 
Joe says in a soft voice. He watches her for a couple minutes from the doorway then steps out of the office and closes the door. As he steps back behind the bar he tells Mike that the young lady is resting in his office and is not to be disturbed then begins to wash the dishes he started earlier.

 

Joe is alone....sitting at the bar and drinking a cup of coffee as he reads the newspaper.

 
Methos parks his car and exits with a sigh of relief, it had been a long day, now all the wants to do is to have a beer and relax. He locks the car and slowly walks to Joe's bar.

 
Joe checks the racing form in the paper and breaks out chuckling.

 
[Joe] Oh I have GOT to place a bet on that horse.

 
Joe says aloud to the empty bar.

 
Methos steps inside the bar hearing Joe's chuckle.

 
[Methos] Something amusing?

 
Joe picks up the phone and dials a number. When it is answered he says, "it's Dawson. Put $200 on Many Lives in the sixth."

 
Methos asks looking around, but the bar is empty.

 
Joe hangs up and looks over at Methos.

 
[Joe] Bar's closed so help yourself.

 
Joe says and takes a sip of his coffee.

 
[Methos] Hmm, actually, I need to check my email, I'm expecting something from Paris. Watcher business, do you mind if I use your computer?

 
Methos asks with a smirk, as far as he could tell it's the first time he bothers to ask Joe properly.

 
[Joe] Sorry.

 
Joe says looking up from his paper.

 
[Joe] My office is off limits for awhile.

 
Joe says and his eyes twinkle mischievously.

 
Methos looks at Joe disbelievingly for a moment.

 
[Methos] That's what you get for being polite, I should have go ahead and use it.

 
[Joe] I'm serious, Methos. You can't go in there. Not right now anyway.

 
Joe says more seriously.

 
Methos stops on his tracks when he hears Joe's comment.

 
[Methos] Off limits?

 
Methos studies Joe suspiciously.

 
[Methos] What are you up to, Joe?

 
Joe nods in the middle of a sip of his coffee. When he swallows he says, "someone is in there resting and is not to be disturbed."

 
[Methos] Oh really? Who?

 
Methos asks as he moves behind the bar instead to get a beer.

 
[Joe] Well....if you must know.....it's a young lady who nearly fainted earlier as she was about to leave.

 
Joe answers and pretends to go back to reading the newspaper.

 
[Methos] Never knew you had that effect on women.

 
Methos smirks as he grabs a glass and takes out a draft beer.

 
[Methos] Anyone I know?

 
[Joe] I know that you think you know every woman in the world....but no. This is one you don't know. And if you don't behave yourself....I just may not introduce you when she wakes up.

 
Joe says halfway teasingly.

 
[Methos] Hmm I think you're confusing me with MacLeod, he's the one who knows every woman in the world, and slept with most of them.

 
Methos chuckles amused as he goes around bar to sit on a stool.

 
[Joe] And the ones he hasn't....you have. Do me a favor. As a friend. Stay away from this one.

 
Joe says somewhat seriously.

 
[Methos] Oh, this is turning interesting.

 
Methos teases looking at Joe.

 
[Methos] So what's her name? Sleeping beauty?

 
[Joe] Zoe.

 
Joe answers simply and takes a sip of his coffee.

 
[Methos] Not Aurora?

 
Methos says before he takes a sip of beer.

 
[Joe] 5000 comedians out of work and I'm stuck with this joker.

 
Joe says looking up at the ceiling as though talking to God or something.

 
[Methos] Look on the bright side, you get free jokes, the others would charge you.

 
Methos smirks amused before he moves slightly on the stool.

 
Dr. Bjorne pulls into a parking spot before the bar with a sigh. He wonders what the chances that Zoe is even still there. Getting out of the car he slowly makes his way into the bar.

 
Joe rolls his eyes and glances at his watch...wondering where this doctor is that Zoe is supposed to be meeting.

 
Dr. Bjorne is afraid he'll find the door locked, since the bar is closed. To his relief, it is unlocked. Pulling the door open, he enters the bar, and stand for a moment allowing his eyes to adjust. After a moment he sighs. There are only two men in the bar. He moves to make his way over to the bar. Maybe the bartender would remember Zoe.

 
Joe looks up when the door of the bar opens and watches the older gentleman enter the bar.

 
Methos turns his head when the bar door opens wondering who could it be at this hour.

 
[Dr. Bjorne] Excuse me.

 
Dr. Bjorne says when he reaches the bar.

 
[Dr. Bjorne] But I was supposed to meet a young lady here about an hour an half ago. I'm very late, but I'm wondering if maybe you've seen her?

 
Joe gets up from his bar stool and steps up to the older gentleman.

 
[Joe] Are you Dr. Bjorne?

 
Joe asks politely.

 
[Dr. Bjorne] Yes. Dr. Mark Bjorne.

 
Dr. Bjorne nods politely.

 
Methos drinks his beer in silence as he listens, he assumes that's why there's a woman sleeping in Joe's office.

 
[Dr. Bjorne] You've seen Miss Kellogg I take it?

 
[Joe] Zoe's here. Have a seat while I go get her. Pierson see if the good doctor would like something while he's waiting....would ya?

 
Joe says and heads for his office.

 
[Methos] Fine.

 
Methos nods as he stands up, he has to get another beer for himself anyway.

 
[Methos] Would you like something, doctor?

 
[Dr. Bjorne] Just a beer, thanks.

 
Dr. Bjorne says moving to a table.

 
Methos nods as he grabs another glass and proceeds in taking two draft beers. He moves to the table to put one in front of the doctor before he returns to his stool to sit down again.

 
Joe stands just inside the door and looks down at Zoe. The color has returned to her face and she is sleeping peacefully....a slight smile on her lips. He hates to disturb her but he had promised so he walks quietly over to the couch, reaches down and gently shakes her shoulder.

 
[Joe] Zoe? Zoe....Dr. Bjorne is here.

 
Joe says quietly.

 
Zoe comes awake, blinking her eyes in confusion for a moment. Then smiles.

 
[Zoe] Is it 4:30 already? It feels like I just fell asleep.

 
Joe shakes his head as he straightens up and respectfully takes a step back from the couch.

 
[Joe] It's actually a little after 6. He's late.

 
Joe answers.

 
[Joe] How are you feeling?

 
Joe asks with sincere concern.

 
[Zoe] Oh, I'm feeling much better. Thank you. And.. I apologize for the take over of your office. I hope I didn't inconvenience you to badly.

 
Zoe says with a smile, as she sits up.

 
[Joe] Not at all. I wouldn't have woke you up except your doctor friend is here.

 
Joe says smiling warmly.

 
[Zoe] He's not a friend.... I've only spoken on the phone a couple times with him. Just a business meeting, but thank you.

 
Zoe says with a warm smiles of her own as she stands up.

 
[Joe] If you would like I can have him come back here so you two can talk in a more private setting than in the bar.

 
Joe offers.

 
[Zoe] Oh, no. The bar will be fine. This meeting shouldn't take long.

 
Zoe smiles.

 
[Joe] Ok. Can I get you a refreshment? Some coffee...tea....or a drink?

 
Joe asks as he holds the door of his office open for her.

 
[Zoe] Tea would be wonderful.

 
Zoe smiles brightly.

 
[Joe] Your wish is my command.

 
Joe says and bows gallantly as he waits for her to step across the threshold.

 
[Zoe] Thanks.

 
Zoe laughs as she steps out of the office. She immediately spots Dr. Bjorne.

 
Methos turns on the bar stool when Zoe passes the bar to go to the table where the doctor is sitting. He side glances at Joe as he comes near, after all those warnings he's going to get what he deserves.

 
[Methos] Hmm, nice. Forgot to mention she was pretty, didn't you?

 
Methos asks Joe as he turns on the bar stool to face Joe again.

 
[Methos] I think I'll ask her out.

 
Joe follows Zoe out of the office, closing the door behind him. He goes behind the bar and prepares a small pot of hot water and places a tea basket into the pot. Setting the pot, two cups and a sugar and creamer on a tray he motions for his waitress and slides the tray toward her when she steps up to the bar. "Take this to that table over there," he says pointing to the table Zoe and the doctor have sat at.

 
[Joe] You're going to ask her out?

 
Joe questions Methos.

 
[Methos] Why not? She's a woman, I'm a man...

 
Methos shrugs, then he adds teasingly.

 
[Methos] Anything can happen.

 
[Joe] I thought you had given up that sort of thing.

 
Joe says as he pours himself a cup of coffee and stands across the bar in front of Methos.

 
[Methos] What? Sex? No way!

 
Methos stares at Joe disbelievingly.

 
[Methos] Have you?

 
Joe frowns as he watches Zoe admiringly.

 
[Joe] She's not your type.

 
Joe says bluntly.

 
[Methos] And what is my type exactly?

 
Methos asks with a slight frown, like Joe would know which was his type.

 
[Joe] Someone who doesn't want any sort of serious relationship.

 
Joe answers simply without taking his eyes off of Zoe.

 
[Methos] Hey, I married 68 times. How many times did you marry?

 
Joe looks at Methos and quirks an eyebrow.

 
Methos points out as he studies Joe looking at that woman, this is getting interesting, he thinks to himself.

 
[Joe] Are you saying you're ready to try settling down again?

 
Joe asks dubiously.

 
[Methos] Hmm, no, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested in sex.

 
Methos smirks as he picks up his glass.

 
[Joe] Do you honestly think she's the type to just want a roll in the hay?

 
Joe asks seriously and looks back at Zoe.

 
[Joe] Because that's not what I see when I look at her.

 
Joe says taking a sip of his coffee.

 
[Methos] Well, I wasn't planning to take her to a barn, a bed would do just fine.

 
Methos chuckles softly.

 
[Methos] Besides hay is itchy.

 
Joe gives Methos a sidelong glance.

 
[Joe] Ok....then go ahead. I guarantee that she will see through you and turn you down. So if you're into rejection these days...knock yourself out.

 
Joe lifts his coffee cup up in a toast.

 
[Methos] So what if she says no? The point is, Joe, that woman is free until someone asks her out, and since you're not interested enough...

 
Methos shrugs before he empties his glass.

 
[Joe] Did I say I wasn't interested?

 
Joe asks looking at Methos and quirking an eyebrow.

 
[Methos] So what are you waiting for? The doctor takes her out of here?

 
Methos asks as he extends his glass to Joe.

 
[Methos] And another beer would be appreciated thanks.

 
[Joe] Yeah. I'm interested. But I'm also a realist. I mean....what would a guy like me have to offer a classy lady like that?

 
Joe asks as he sets his cup down and picks up Methos empty glass. He gets a cold glass out of the fridge and fills it with draft and sets it down in front of his Immortal friend.

 
[Methos] I'd say let the lady decide, the worst she can say is no, thank you.

 
Methos shrugs as he side glances at the table Zoe is sitting. He has to hide his amusement when he sees Zoe is looking when Joe isn't looking.

 
[Joe] Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of.

 
Joe mumbles as he picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip while watching Zoe....his admiration showing in his eyes.

 
[Methos] Damn it, Joe, are you going to ogle that woman all night, or are you going to do something about it?

 
Joe finishes his coffee and sets the empty cup down as he looks at Methos.

 
Methos asks Joe as he pulls the beer glass closer to him.

 
[Joe] Why does this bother you so much?

 
Joe asks curiously. In all the time he has known the Immortal Methos has never seemed to be the least bit interested in Joe's love life.

 
[Methos] Doesn't, I only want to know if the coast is clear.

 
Methos shrugs, thinking if he should tell Joe there was a chance Zoe would say yes if he asked her out.

 
[Methos] If you're not asking her out, I am.

 
[Joe] Like I said...knock yourself out, pal.

 
Joe says trying to sound nonchalant.

 
[Dr. Bjorne] Well, I will see you at 8 am, Monday morning then.

 
Dr. Bjorne nods to Zoe Kellogg, as he stands up to leave.

 
[Zoe] Monday morning.

 
Zoe agrees with a nod.

 
Dr. Bjorne turns and walks to the door, nodding to the bartender as he passes, then leaves the bar.

 
[Methos] Alright, the doctor is gone, here's your chance.

 
Methos urges Joe to do something.

 
[Methos] Just go to her table and ask her out, you've got nothing to lose.

 
[Joe] Didn't you say you had some email to check or something?

 
Joe says shaking his head.

 
Zoe continues to sit at the table, sipping her tea.

 
[Joe] Or is it more interesting being a pain in my ass.

 
Joe adds as he moves toward the coffee pot and refills his cup.

 
[Methos] Oh no, no, no. You're not getting rid of me that easily.

 
Methos shakes his head chuckling amused.

 
[Methos] You think I was born yesterday?

 
[Joe] Have you always been an ass hole?

 
Joe asks as he returns to his place across from Methos.

 
[Joe] No wonder your partners wanted to kill you. I am beginning to understand their reasons.

 
Joe needles.

 
Methos frowns for a moment, pretending to be thinking.

 
[Methos] Hmm, I can't remember that far back.

 
Methos shrugs.

 
Zoe finishes her tea and sets the cup on the table. After a moment she stands, and makes her way to the bar.

 
[Methos] And the reason they wanted to kill me was because I didn't want to be an **** anymore.

 
The phone rings and Mike answers it. After a couple of seconds he holds it up and motions for Joe.

 
Joe walks over and takes the phone from Mike and turns his back to the bar and places his finger in his free ear so he can hear whoever is on the other end.

 
Joe hangs up and when he turns around he is grinning from ear to ear.

 
[Joe] I knew the name of that horse was a sign!

 
Joe says triumphantly as he walks back to his place across from Methos.

 
[Methos] Many Lives won?

 
Methos asks amused even though he knew it had to be that to make Joe so happy.

 
[Joe] At 50 to 1 odds. I just became $10,000 richer, my friend.

 
Joe announces proudly.

 
[Joe] Drinks are on the house!

 
Joe announces to the entire bar.

 
[Methos] Oh, good. Take that as a sign to ask her out.

 
Methos nods toward the woman walking to the bar.

 
[Zoe] You're that excited that I'm leaving?

 
Zoe asks as she reaches the bar, smiling.

 
[Joe] No!

 
Joe answers Zoe shaking his head.

 
[Joe] I just won on a hunch bet at the track.

 
Joe explains.

 
[Joe] Can I buy you a drink?

 
[Zoe] Oh, no thanks. I need to get going. Back to the hotel, to try and sleep off some more jet lag.

 
Zoe smiles.

 
[Zoe] I just wanted to thank you, again, for letting me take over your office this afternoon.

 
[Joe] The pleasure was all mine.

 
Joe says with a warm smile.

 
Methos looks at them in silence for a moment, wondering if Joe is going to ask her out or if he has to do something.

 
[Zoe] I do rather doubt that. I'm sure it was a mild inconvenience at the bare minimum. But still, thank you.

 
Zoe says still smiling.

 
The TV over the bar is set to the evening's news and the local sportscaster has been giving an update of the days sporting events. Just as he is about to close his segment he stops and announces breaking news from Seacouver Downs. "The mare had just crossed the finish line and was heading for the winner's circle when she became spooked by someone in the crowd blowing an air horn in celebration. Her jockey tried to get her back under control but she somehow took a bad step and went down....her front leg fracturing in several places. So instead of Many Lives being honored in the winner's circle...her wreath will be placed at her grave as the track vet had to put the mare down.. The owner of Seacouver Downs has expressed his sorrow and has promised to make good on all winning bets."

 
Joe Stares at the TV in disbelief.

 
[Methos] Many Lives?

 
Methos shakes his head.

 
[Methos] Wishful thinking.

 
[Zoe] Something wrong?

 
Zoe asks given the shocked look on Joe's face.

 
[Joe] If that isn't the perfect example of irony....I don't know what is.

 
Joe says shaking his head.

 
[Joe] That was the horse I bet on.

 
Joe explains to Zoe.

 
[Zoe] Many Lives dying? That is both sad and Ironic.

 
Zoe sighs.

 
[Zoe] But... I've got to get going. Again, thank you.

 
Zoe says turning to leave.

 
Methos looks at Joe expecting he'd try to stop her since he doesn't he says after her.

 
[Methos] Hmm, Zoe, right?

 
[Zoe] Yes?

 
[Joe] Turn that thing off.

 
Zoe asks turning back to the other man sitting at the bar.

 
Joe says to Mike and turns away from the TV set.

 
[Methos] I'm a friend of Joe, my name is Adam Pierson.

 
Methos introduces himself extending a hand to her.

 
[Methos] How do you do?

 
[Zoe] Fine, thanks. How about you?

 
Zoe laughs taking the hand.

 
[Methos] Oh, I'm always fine.

 
Methos smirks shaking her hand amused she's asking about his health.

 
[Zoe] I'm sure you are.

 
Joe rolls his eyes when he hears Methos' comment.

 
Zoe laughs, assuming Adam is taking about his own good looks.

 
[Joe] Alright Casanova.

 
[Methos] Joe and I were talking and he mentioned you just arrived, so I was wondering if we could have dinner one of these days. I realize it's a bit presumptuous of me but see I never had an inferiority complex.

 
Methos finishes the last part looking at Joe, daring him to prove him wrong.

 
Zoe glances between Joe and Adam, given the look Adam is giving Joe. She then gives Adam a hard look up and down, before shaking her head regretfully.

 
[Zoe] Sorry, but I'll have to pass.

 
Zoe smiles, slightly regretfully.

 
[Methos] Fine. You can't blame me for trying.

 
Joe walks around the end of the bar and holds out his hand to Zoe.

 
[Joe] May I walk you to your car?

 
Methos smiles at Zoe, it's not like he was expecting a different answer, he knew women and that one wasn't interested.

 
Joe asks with a charming smile.

 
Zoe gives Joe a long hard look.

 
[Zoe] Alright.

 
Zoe says accepting Joe's arm.

 
Methos watches them go with a smile, so his plan worked after all, he knew if he kept bothering Joe he'd do something about it.

 
Joe leads Zoe out of the bar and to the parking lot. Once they are far enough away from the noise of the bar he looks over at her and smiles.

 
[Joe] You know.....Sunday's the 4th of July and Seacouver is known for its celebration. It just so happens that I know of the perfect place to watch the fireworks display.....if you would care to join me....that is.

 
[Methos] No more Joe complaining about how it could have been, and ME having to listen to him. I think I deserve a drink.

 
Joe says softly.

 
Methos murmurs to himself as he stands up and moves behind the bar.

 
Zoe frowns at Joe studying him, wondering if he and Adam had tried to set this up somehow... However, she did very much enjoy fireworks, and to top it she did owe him, for letting her use his office. So after a long moment of frowning hard at him she nods.

 
[Zoe] Alright. Pick me up at say 7?

 
[Joe] 7 it is.

 
Joe acknowledges.

 
[Zoe] Alright. Park Inn Suites, across from the hospital. Tell the concierge Zoe Kellogg is expecting you.

 
Zoe informs Joe.

 
Joe nods and, as they approach her car, he takes her hand from his arm and grasps it in a make shift hand shake.

 
[Joe] I'll see you then. And Zoe? Thank you.

 
Joe says softly as he releases her hand.

 
[Zoe] Have a nice evening Joe.

 
Zoe says as she moves to unlock her car.

 
[Joe] Sleep well.

 
Joe says and steps out of the way of her car.

 
 

Zoe smiles as she see's Joe's just down the block. Pulling up before the parking lot next to the bar. Opening the door and getting out, Zoe pauses and reaches back in to pull out a large blue gift bag, that was in the passenger seat next to her.

 
[Zoe] I hope he likes it.  

 
Joe finishes putting chairs on top of tables so he can sweep and mop the floor in preparation for the evening crowd.

 
Zoe says smiling to herself, as she walks to the door of the bar.  

 
Duncan’s cell phone rings and he groans and frowns as he takes it out of his pocket and flips it open.

 
[Duncan] Macleod.  

 
Duncan says into the phone as he picks up his glass and takes a sip of his beer.

 
[Duncan] Yeah. Hang on a minute.  

 
Duncan says and takes the phone away from his ear.

 
[Duncan] Excuse me.  

 
Duncan says to Methos.  

 
[Duncan] I need to take this outside. The reception is bad in here.  

 
[Methos] Fine, be my guest. I'm not planning to go anywhere.  

 
Methos shrugs still staring at his beer glass.  

 
Zoe takes a deep breath then pulls the door open to walk into the bar.

 
Duncan gets up and places the phone to his ear as he walks toward the door. When he reaches the hallway that leads to the restrooms the reception clears up so instead of going all the way outside he steps into the hallway to finish his call.

 
Joe finishes putting the chairs on the tables and walks behind the bar and proceeds to fill the mop bucket with hot water.

 
[Methos] Aren’t you taking independence a little bit too far? Get someone in.  

 
Methos grumbles watching Joe's preparations.  

 
[Joe] No one wants to work for what I would pay them.  

 
Joe says to Methos.  

 
[Zoe] Hey, Joe!  

 
Zoe calls once her eyes adjust to the light and she spots Joe.

 
[Methos] Cheapskate.  

 
Joe starts to roll the mop bucket with the mop in it out from behind the bar when he hears Zoe's voice calling out to him and he straightens up and looks at her with a wide grin.

 
Methos murmurs under his breath, making sure Joe can't hear him.

 
[Joe] Well.....hello beautiful.  

 
Joe leans the mop against the end of the bar and walks up to Zoe and gives her a quick kiss on her cheek.  

 
Zoe returns the kiss with a smile.  

 
[Zoe] I brought you something.  

 
Zoe says holding up the bag.  

 
Methos side glances at them with a slight smile on his face wondering what was in the bag.

 
Joe 's cheeks blush as he looks surprised.  

 
[Joe] Ummm....did I forget an occasion?  

 
Joe asks sheepishly.  

 
[Zoe] No.  

 
Zoe laughs.  

 
[Zoe] It's just a little "Thank you" 

 
Zoe explains smiling.

 
Joe takes the bag from Zoe and opens it. He peers inside and then looks at Zoe...quirking an eyebrow.  

 
[Joe] It's a very nice blanket.  

 
Joe says gratefully as well as a bit confused as to its meaning.  

 
[Zoe] It's not just a blanket.  

 
Zoe hints, grinning.  

 
Duncan steps out of the hallway as he flips his cell phone closed and returns it to his pocket.

 
Joe widens the opening of the bag and see that there is a pillow that matches the soft brown wool blanket. He examines it as he tries to figure out what to say to Zoe. He isn't sure if the bedding has some sort of hidden meaning that he should be aware of. If he responds the wrong way it could hurt Zoe's feelings and that is the last thing he would want to do.  

 
Zoe laughs softly and finally decides to take pity on Joe, given his confused look.

 
Duncan walks back over to the bar and reclaims his seat on the bar stool. He picks up his glass of beer and takes a big drink.  

 
[Zoe] It's a "thank you" gift. It's for the couch in your office. After all, next time it might be a sunny day and you won't have a rain jacket to offer.  

 
[Duncan] You know....after all these years it still amazes me just how seriously clueless people can be.  

 
Duncan says as he sets his now empty glass back on the bar.  

 
[Methos] Well, Joe isn't the most clever guy concerning women, I bet he doesn't dare to suggest they both try it.  

 
Methos murmurs to MacLeod still watching the couple. He noticed the blanket was very Joe, and wondered if she picked that because she liked it or because it was for Joe.

 
[Duncan] Huh?  

 
Duncan says turning to look at Methos...a completely lost and confused look on his face.

 
[Methos] I was talking about Joe, apparently you weren't.  

 
Methos smiles amused seeing MacLeod's face, it was pretty obvious they weren't talking about the same thing.

 
Duncan shakes his head.

 
[Duncan] No. I was talking about the nincompoops at Seacouver International Airport Customs Office.  

 
Duncan looks around the bar.  

 
[Duncan] Why? What's up with Joe?  

 
Methos nods in Joe and Zoe's direction.

 
[Methos] Do I need to spell it out for you?  

 
Joe inwardly breathes a sigh of relief as he closes the bag and leans over and places a gentle kiss on Zoe's lips.  

 
[Joe] Thank you. It's perfect. Let's go put it in the office.  

 
Joe suggests as he turns toward the back of the bar and his office.  

 
[Zoe] Hmm... Well that was one of the better thank you's I've had.  

 
Zoe grins.

 
Methos shakes his head at MacLeod's question as he picks his glass to take a sip, he had to ask?  

 
Duncan sees Joe kiss the young lady he has been talking to and he leans closer to Methos.

 
 [Duncan] Is that her?  

 
Duncan asks in a whispered voice.

 
[Methos] Yes, that's Zoe. You better pray he doesn't decide to marry her or guess who's going to be the best man?  

 
Methos whispers to MacLeod chuckling softly.  

 
[Methos] It has your name written on it.  

 
Joe transfers the bag to his cane hand and places his free arm around Zoe's shoulders as he guides her towards his office.

 
Duncan watches the couple as they stroll towards the back of the bar for a few seconds then rolls his eyes as he turns back to the bar and his empty glass.  

 
[Duncan] Me? Why me? You're more friends with him than I am.  

 
Duncan says to Methos as he looks at his empty glass.  

 
[Methos] Because he knows I'd say no?  

 
Methos asks deeply amused, MacLeod would never say no if he was afraid to hurt Joe.

 
Duncan gets up from his stool and walks around the bar. Grabbing his and Methos'' glasses, he moves to the beer tap and refills both.  

 
[Duncan] Do you really think it's getting that serious?  

 
Duncan asks Methos as he sets one of the refilled glasses in front of his friend.

 
[Methos] Who knows? Joe is pretty serious about her; don't know her that well though.  

 
Methos answers with a shrug while he pulls the beer glass closer to him.

 
[Methos] Maybe?  

 
Joe Inside his office, Joe opens the bag and removes the blanket. He drapes it across the back of the dilapidated couch then takes the pillow out of the bag and lays it against one arm of the couch. He steps back to take a look at it.

 
[Joe] There. What do you think?  

 
Joe asks Zoe as he surveys the blanket on the couch.  

 
Duncan glances toward Joe's office...his browed slightly furrowed. He sits back down on his stool and takes a sip of his beer.

 
[Duncan] Well....if Joe is getting serious....even if we didn't approve of this Zoe....he wouldn't listen.  

 
Duncan looks at his glass now sitting on the bar.

 
[Methos] If it was the other way around, would you?  

 
Methos asks raising an eyebrow at MacLeod.

 
[Duncan] You know....Joe probably knows me better than I know myself. But I really don't know that much about him. But what I do know is that he doesn't take advice well.  

 
Duncan says matter-of-factly then picks up the half smoked cigar he had extinguished earlier and Joe's lighter which he had left on the bar next to the ashtray. He lights the cigar and shrugs as he blows a smoke ring towards the ceiling and watches it dissipate.

 
[Duncan] Probably not.  

 
[Methos] No, too stubborn to listen, reminds me of someone.  

 
Methos nods with a smirk, thinking he was talking to that someone.

 
Duncan 's cell phone rings again and he takes it out of his pocket, flips it open and looks at the screen.

 
[Zoe] Perfect.  

 
Zoe laughs, smiling.

 
Joe turns and faces Zoe. He gently takes her face in his hands and looks at her lovingly.  

 
[Joe] You know what's perfect?  

 
Joe leans forward and kisses the tip of her nose.  

 
[Joe] You are.  

 
Joe whispers and kisses her on the lips.

 
[Zoe] No.  

 
Zoe says shaking her head sadly.  

 
[Zoe] I am far from perfect. But thank you, for thinking I am.  

 
[Methos] Besides I wouldn't call it serious if a couple of comments from your friends ended the romance. Love is selfish.  

 
Methos shrugs before he drinks some beer.

 
[Duncan] If that experience with Richie and Kristen taught me anything it taught me that the more someone advises against a relationship the more they ignore the advice and do the complete opposite.  

 
Duncan says thoughtfully as he blows another smoke ring towards the ceiling.

 
Joe gives her another quick kiss then puts his arm around her shoulders again and steers her toward his officer door.

 
[Joe] Come on. I want you to meet someone.  

 
[Methos] Told you to give him some room, didn't I?  

 
Joe says as he moves toward the door.

 
Methos reminds MacLeod.  

 
[Zoe] Oh? And who would that be?  

 
Zoe asks walking beside Joe.  

 
[Methos] Knowing Richie, he'd get tired of her in no time if you didn't say anything.  

 
Duncan sets his cigar in the ashtray and turns to face Methos.  

 
[Duncan] As I remember....you were the one who came to me and wanted me to warn Richie about Kristen. If you didn't think I should advise him to stay away....why would you want me to warn him?  

 
Duncan asks Methos as he quirks an eyebrow curiously.  

 
[Methos] Hmm, no, I came to warn you, knowing Kristen the end result would be the same whether you warned him or not.  

 
Methos shrugs while he sighs, was it possible MacLeod didn't know he was expecting a fight when he came?

 
[Methos] I knew she'd end up trying to kill him.  

 
[Duncan] Only if he tried to leave her.  

 
Duncan turns back to the bar and picks up his glass of beer. He takes several sips then sets the glass back down.

 
[Methos] Richie? It was only a matter of time, the clock was ticking.  

 
Methos chuckles softly.

 
[Duncan] She definitely had some serious issues. I wonder what Sean Burns would have said about her.

 
Duncan muses.

 
Joe leads Zoe out of his office.

 
[Methos] Hmm, yes, no one leaves me unless I say so. Just where did I hear that?

 
Methos smirks thinking Kronos had the same problem.

 
Duncan 's cell phone rings again and he checks the screen then turns off the ringer and puts it back in his pocket.

 
Joe walks up to Methos and MacLeod and clears his throat to get their attention.

 
Duncan turns and looks at Joe when he hears him clear his throat.

 
Methos turns his head and raises an eyebrow at Joe.

 
[Methos] Yes Joseph?

 
[Joe] Zoe....you have already met my friend Adam. This is another very good friend, Duncan MacLeod. Mac....I'd like you to meet Zoe Kellogg. Mac...Zoe. Zoe....Mac.

 
Joe says with a proud smile on his face.

 
[Zoe] It's a pleasure to meet you.

 
Zoe says with a smile and offer's her hand to Duncan.

 
Duncan looks at Joe and smiles charmingly. He gets up from his stool and takes Zoe's hand. He lifts it and gallantly kisses the back of her hand.

 
[Duncan] Nice to meet you.

 
Duncan says and flashes one of his charming boyish smiles at her.

 
Joe reaches out and takes Zoe's hand out of Mac's.

 
[Joe] Alright. That's enough. The woman is spoken for.

 
Joe says to Mac warningly....a twinkle in his eyes.

 
[Zoe] Hey. I think I can speak for myself.

 
Zoe says looking at Joe with a smile, then turns to Duncan and wags her finger at him.

 
[Zoe] None of that Mister.

 
[Methos] Hmm, it's not like you own her, if you decide to try someone younger I'm available.

 
Methos manages to say with a straight face just to tease Joe.

 
Duncan coughs and feigns a small choke at Methos' comment. As he turns his head away from Joe and Zoe he mutters, "younger?" then coughs again to cover a chuckle.

 
[Zoe] Yeah.

 
Zoe says with a touch of sarcasm as she looks over at Adam.

 
[Zoe] I'll let you know, but I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you.

 
[Duncan] So why don't you join us, Zoe?

 
Duncan says, turning back to face Joe and Zoe.

 
[Duncan] I'll buy you a drink. I know the bartender so order whatever you want.

 
Duncan says teasingly with a wink.

 
[Zoe] I can't stay real long.

 
Zoe says regretfully.

 
[Zoe] I have a business meeting in...

 
Zoe pauses and glances at her watch.

 
[Zoe] A little over an hour.

 
Methos turns on his stool to take a sip; he only pretended to be interested in this woman to upset Joe if he wasn't paying attention he had better things to do.

 
[Duncan] It looks like I'm not going to be able to stay for long either.

 
Duncan says as he flips his cell phone shut and lays it on the bar.

 
[Duncan] But I would like to buy you a drink....if that's alright.

 
Duncan says and looks at Joe...quirking an eyebrow in an unspoken request for permission.

 
[Zoe] If it's a small one.

 
Zoe says, seriously.

 
[Methos] If you're buying, I'd like a big one, I'm staying.

 
Methos tells MacLeod with a smirk.

 
Joe smiles and nods his approval to Duncan. He gives Zoe's arm a gentle squeeze and lets go of it. He walks behind the bar and looks at each of his friends proudly then looks at Zoe.

 
Duncan chuckles at Joe's "hat changing" and turns to look at Zoe.

 
[Duncan] Looks like the bartender is in. What's your pleasure, mademoiselle?

 
Duncan says with a smile.

 
[Zoe] How about a Jamison and coke, thanks.

 
Zoe says with a smile and a rueful shake of her head.

 
Duncan turns to look at Joe.

 
[Duncan] You heard the lady, barkeep. And I'll have a single malt.

 
[Joe] Jamison and coke, single malt....what about you?

 
Joe says turning his attention to Methos.

 
Methos looks at Joe pretending to think for a while.

 
[Methos] Hmm, let's try something different.

 
Methos looks at the bottles behind the bar.

 
[Methos] A beer for a change?

 
Duncan looks at Methos and feigns a concerned expression.

 
[Duncan] You coming down with something?

 
Duncan asks teasingly.

 
Joe chuckles as he moves halfway down the bar and prepares the drinks his friends ordered.

 

 

Joe parks his car in the parking lot of Zoe's hotel, gets out and heads inside. He walks through the lobby and goes straight up to her room. Before knocking on her door he glances in his reflection in one of the paintings on the hallway wall and fixes his tie. Then he knocks on the door.

Zoe gets up and walks to the door at the sound of the knock. A brief peek through the peep hole, reveals that it is Joe.

Zoe Good evening! How was your Christmas?

Zoe asks throwing the door open.



Joe Lonely.

Joe admits holding out a small bouquet of flowers.

Zoe Oh, Joe, they're lovely.

Zoe says taking the bouquet and putting them to her nose immediately to smell them.

Zoe Just let me get them into some water, and then I'm ready to go.

Joe You looked beautiful, by the way.

Joe says giving Zoe a kiss on her cheek.

Zoe Thank you.

Zoe grins.

Zoe You don't look half bad yourself.

Joe 's cheeks redden and he smiles.

Joe Thanks.

Joe says humbly.

Zoe More than welcome.

Zoe grins reaching for a black wool trench coat, which she had tossed over the bed, once she had placed the flowers into a class with some water.

Joe holds out his elbow for Zoe to take and when she does he escorts her down the hallway to the elevator.

Joe I hope you're hungry.

Joe says as they wait for the elevator car to arrive.

Zoe Starved. I'm surprised you can't hear my tummy rumbling.

Zoe laughs.

Joe chuckles as they board the elevator car when it arrives. He proceeds to escort Zoe out of the hotel and to his car...helps her get in then gets into the drivers seat and heads out of the parking lot. He drives to the parking lot of the Queen of Spades Showboat and **** and parks. He walks around to the passenger door and holds it open with one hand while holding out his other hand to help Zoe out of the car.

Joe I think you'll like this place. A good friend of mine owns and runs it.

Joe says as he waits for Zoe to take his hand.

Zoe It's Beautiful.

Zoe grins.

Joe escorts Zoe up the gang plank...gives his name to the man at the top and, once his reservation is confirmed he escorts Zoe onto the main deck of the boat.

Amanda The double glass doors that lead to the **** fly open and Amanda steps across the threshold. She smiles broadly when she sees Joe and his date approaching and she rushes up to them...giving Joe a kiss on each cheek.

Amanda Joe....it's great to see you. Welcome to the Queen of Spades.

Amanda gushes.

Joe 's cheeks blush a little and he smiles.

Joe You look fantastic, as usual, Amanda.

Joe says, kissing her cheek.

Joe Zoe Kellogg....I'd like you to meet Amanda Darieux. Amanda....this is Zoe.

Joe says stepping back a step.

Zoe Nice to meet any friend of Joe's.

Zoe says smiling and offering her hand.

Amanda takes Zoe's hand and smiles demurely.

Amanda Hello.

Amanda says sweetly and looks Zoe up and down.

Amanda Let me guess.....real estate broker?

Amanda says guessing at Zoe's vocation based on her appearance.

Zoe No. Stock broker.

Zoe says with a grin.

Amanda elbows Joe teasingly.

Amanda Well.....I was close. I knew it had something to do with money.

Amanda laughs with a wink.

Amanda Joseph.....your dining room is ready on the top deck so you and Zoe go on up and enjoy your evening. I have to get back to the tables and make sure no one's robbing me blind.

Amanda says with a giggle. She places a kiss on Joe's cheek, turns and with a wave disappears through the double doors.

Joe shakes his head and chuckles.

Joe She grows on you.

Joe says to Zoe in explanation.

Joe Shall we?

Joe asks, extending his arm for Zoe.

Zoe Sure.

 Zoe says taking Joe's arm.

Zoe How'd you meet Amanda?

Zoe asks curiously.

Joe quickly runs through his answer options as he escorts Zoe up to the top deck.

Joe A mutual friend introduced us.

Joe finally decides to use as his answer. When they reach the doors leading into the private dining area, he opens one and holds it open for Zoe.

Zoe Oh, okay.

Zoe says stepping through the door Joe held open for her.

Zoe Let me guess... Duncan? He seams like the type.

Zoe chuckles, taking a guess out of the two male friends of Joe's she's met.

Joe As a matter of fact.

Joe says with a grin.

A man in a tuxedo approaches them and escorts Joe and Zoe to a table set up on the private observation deck. He holds out a chair for Zoe and, when they are seated sets menus on the table in front of them then disappears.



Zoe Oh, Joe, that dinner was lovely, and the view!

Zoe sighs, smiling brightly at Joe.

As if on cue the sky over the sound lights up as Seacouver's New Years Fireworks show begins.

Zoe Happy New Year.

Zoe says to Joe.

Joe lifts his champagne glass to hers and smiles lovingly.

Joe Happy New Year.

Zoe lifts her glass in return.

Joe says as their glasses clink. As he takes a sip of his champagne he fishes into his coat pocket and takes out the red velvet box. He sets it on the table and slides it over to Zoe.

Joe And a belated Merry Christmas.

Joe says with a wink.

Zoe Joe! You shouldn't have gotten me anything!

Zoe protests.

Zoe But, thank you.

Zoe says.

Joe I do a lot of things I shouldn't.

Joe says with a mischievous wink.

 Zoe picks up the box, and hesitates for a moment and then opens it. Once she does, she gasps.

Zoe Oh, Joe...



Zoe says, picking the necklace out of the box.

Zoe I love it!

Zoe says, turning it in her hands and putting it to her neck, putting it on.

Zoe How does it look?

Joe secretly breathes a sigh of relief.

Zoe asks smiling.

Joe Like it was made for you.

Joe says looking at Zoe in the light of the fireworks.

Zoe You are such a charmer, Joe Dawson!

Zoe laughs.

The bells of St. Michael's Cathedral begin to toll declaring the beginning of the new year and Auld Lang Syne begins to play over the speaker system. Joe gets to his feet and walks over to Zoe. He extends his hand.

Joe May I have this dance?

Joe asks softly.

Zoe Love too.

Zoe says putting her hand in Joe's and standing up.

Joe waltzes Zoe around the private deck as the fireworks show comes to a close in a dramatic finale of lights and colors.

Joe opens his eyes and becomes aware of the presence of another body in his bed and then he remembers who it is.  Before he opens his eyes he lays quietly and listens to the rhythm of Zoe's breathing for several minutes then he slowly opens his eyes.  The dim light of dawn streams through the slats of the blinds over his bedroom window.  He turns on his side, props himself up on one elbow and watches Zoe sleep.  She has a look of peaceful satisfaction on her face and Joe wonders if he has anything to do with it.  He is finding it hard to believe that she is really lying there next to him...that he isn't dreaming.  He hasn't felt this way in a very long time and it is as scary as it is exhilarating...exciting.  The light streaming through the window blinds slowly brightens as the sun rises higher in the morning sky.  Joe turns and looks at the alarm clock on his night stand.  Figuring that Zoe will probably want to go home to get ready for work, Joe decides to get up and make a fresh pot of coffee before she wakes up.  He carefully sits up and slides himself to the edge of the bed.   Quietly, Joe slips into his prosthetic and gets up.  Grabbing his robe from the back of the chair it is slung over, he puts it on as he heads for the kitchen.  He rinses out last night's coffee and starts a fresh pot then goes into the bathroom.  He quietly shaves and combs his hair and then returns to the kitchen.  While waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, Joe loads the dishwasher with last night's dishes.  By the time he has finished the coffee is ready so he gets 2 mugs out of the cupboard and fills them with coffee.  He carries the mugs into the bedroom and sets them on the night stand on the side of the bed that Zoe is occupying.  Seeing that she has turned onto her back he sits down on the edge of the bed, picks up one of the coffee mugs and waves it under Zoe's nose.

[Joe] Good morning beautiful.

Joe says when she opens her eyes.

Zoe smiles at Joe.

[Zoe] This is wonderful.  Thank you.

Duncan pulls up in front Zoe's hotel and stops his car.

Joe: You don't need to wait, Mac. I'll call a cab to get home.

Joe says as he reaches for the door lever.

Duncan:   You sure?

  Duncan asks looking over at his friend.

Duncan: Because I don't mind.

Joe: No. Thanks. You're a good friend.

  Joe says with a smile and gets out of the T-bird. He closes the door and pats the roof to let Duncan know he can leave and he watches as the car pulls away from the curb then he walks into the hotel lobby and heads for the elevators.

Joe rides the elevator to Zoe's floor, gets off and walks to her door. Feeling butterflies in his stomach, Joe knocks on Zoe's door.

  Zoe looks up hearing a knock on the door. After a moment she slides from her bed and pulls a robe on and makes her way to the door. Zoe pulls open the door and blinks in surprise.

Zoe: Joe! What are you doing here? I... I called you, didn't I? To say I couldn't make it tonight?

Joe: Yes. And then you hung up on me so I thought I would stop by to find out what's up? Did I do something wrong?

Joe asks looking Zoe over.

Zoe: What?

Zoe gasps in surprise.

Zoe: No!

Joe: Have you been working out?

Joe asks after observing her appearance.

Zoe:   No. I-

Zoe cuts herself out, and closes her eyes briefly.

Zoe:   Excuse me.

  Zoe says turning and fleeing back into hotel room, leaving Joe at the open door.

Joe is surprised by Zoe suddenly turning and running off. He hesitates a second then follows her inside, closing the door behind him.

Joe: Zoe? Are you alright?

Joe asks concerned. He takes a couple of steps away from the door.

  Zoe hears Joe but is unable to answer as she kneels next to the toilet and empties her stomach.

  Joe can't help but hear what is going on in the bathroom and he moves a few steps closer to the bathroom.

Joe: Zoe?

Zoe:   Sorry, I'll be out in a minute.

Zoe says, before throwing up again.

Joe asks as he gets to the bathroom door and sees Zoe kneeling before the "porcelain god" and moves into the bathroom. He takes a hand towel off of the towel rack and dampens it with cold water then walks over. bends down and places the cold rag against Zoe's forehead.

Zoe: Thank you.

  Zoe murmurs still over the toilet.

  Joe 's free hand is gently resting on Zoe's back and he becomes aware of the heat radiating through Zoe's robe.

Joe: Have you been feeling like this since last Tuesday night?

  Joe asks softly.

Zoe: No. Just this morning.

Joe: How long have you been running a fever?

Zoe says softly, reaching for the glass of water she's been keeping on the floor next to the toilet to wash the taste away.

Joe asks, concerned.

Zoe: Just this morning.

Zoe says after swishing and spitting into the toilet.

Joe:   Have you seen a doctor?

Joe asks as he puts the towel under the cold water again and rings it out.

Zoe: Oh, yeah.

Joe places the cold towel against her forehead again.

Zoe sighs slowly getting to her feet and flushing the toilet. Then turning she exits the bathroom, and goes only so far as the bed, right next to the bathroom door.

Zoe: Thank you.

Zoe murmurs softly.

Joe follows Zoe to the bed and sits down next to her, taking the damp towel from her and using it to gently wipe her face then folding it and placing it on her forehead.

Joe: What did he say?

Joe asks softly.

Zoe: That its to be expected.

Joe frowns.

Zoe says with a sigh, knowing where this conversation is headed. A direction she had hoped never to go with Joe.

Joe:   Expected with what?

Joe asks and quirks one eyebrow.

Zoe:   With my treatments.

Zoe says sighing again.

Joe looks into Zoe's eyes.

Joe: Treatments for what?

Joe asks, frowning.

Zoe sighs.

Zoe: Joe, I'm so sorry, I... I had hoped... hoped, didn't want, this to come out but...

Zoe trails off not quite sure how to continue.

Joe takes hold of her hand and gently caresses it while he looks into her eyes.

Joe: I want to know.

  Joe says softly...his voice almost a whisper.

Zoe:   Remember the doctor I met with, the day you and I met?

  Zoe asks.

Joe:   Yes.

Joe says nodding.

Zoe:   He is the reason I came to Seacouver, or rather, his clinical trial is.

Zoe says slowly and haltingly.

Zoe:   My doctor's back east told me about the trial. It's for terminal patients only. It's designed to improve quality of time left.

  Zoe says after a minutes hesitation.

Joe closes his eyes for a few seconds and takes in a deep breath.

Joe: Why didn't you tell me?

Joe asks as he opens his eyes and lets out the breath.

Zoe: I didn't want your pity.

  Zoe says.

Zoe: I didn't want you to think less of me. I... I love the look in your eyes when you look at me Joe. I didn't want to lose that.

  Zoe murmurs looking down at her hands, which lay in her lap.

Joe places his fingers under her chin and lifts her face so she is looking at him and he looks at her lovingly.

Joe: I could never think less of you, Zoe Kellogg.

Joe says softly.

Zoe: Even knowing I only have six... maybe nine months left to live?

Zoe questions.

  Joe 's heart feels as though someone has jabbed a red hot poker into it and it is all he can do to keep from reacting to Zoe's shocking revelation. But, having had to inform many a Watcher's family that they had been injured or died in the "line of duty" and therefore having gotten used to hiding his true feelings...Joe picks up one of Zoe's hands and kisses her fingers.

Joe:   Even though.

  Zoe closes her eyes.

Zoe:   I don't deserve you.

Zoe whispers.

Joe:   I guess this means we shouldn't waste anymore time.

Joe says looking into her eyes and smiles.

Zoe: I wouldn't exactly say we've been wasting time.

Zoe says with a smile looking at Joe.

Joe reaches into his coat pocket and removes the black velvet ring box. He lets go of Zoe's hand and opens the box and turns it to face her.



Joe:   Will you, Zoe Kellogg, do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Joe Dawson?

Joe asks and watches her face closely for her reaction.

Zoe: You... You...

  Zoe stutters her eyes going from the ring to Joe's face and back again, shock evident on her face.

Zoe:   I... Yes!

Joe is afraid to clarify what he has heard her say for fear that that would give her time to rethink her answer and change it so...instead...he removes the ring from the box, separates the wedding ring from the engagement ring and slips the engagement ring on Zoe's left ring finger.

Joe:   Zoe Kellogg....I love you.

  Joe says looking into her eyes.

Zoe: I love you too, Joseph Dawson.

  Zoe says smiling up at Joe.

Joe places his fingers under Zoe's chin, leans forward and places a soft, gentle kiss on her lips.

Zoe closes her eyes and relaxes into Joe. Comforted by his very presence.

  Joe ends the kiss with two small pecks on the lips then sits back and places his hand on her forehead to feel her temperature.

Joe: When was the last time you ate anything?

Joe asks softly.

Zoe: Won't stay down.

  Zoe says with a shrug to indicate it didn't matter.

Joe:    I didn't ask you that. I asked when was the last time?

Joe says firmly but he is still smiling lovingly at her.

Zoe: This morning. Just before I went to my treatment.

Zoe shrugs.

Joe: How much of a fight am I going to get if I get you some chicken broth...just the broth?

Joe asks with a grin.

Zoe:   None. I'm willing to try but...

Zoe shrugs.

Zoe: We'll see.

Joe stands up and pulls the blanket up over her.

Joe: Then I will be right back.

  Joe says and heads for the door.

Joe goes down to the restaurant in the lobby and orders some hot broth to take back up to Zoe. He also buys some bags of chamomile tea and peppermint tea to help settle her stomach.