Title: Another Day, Another Dollar, Part 4 (#40, J ‘N B Series)
Author: klmeri
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Summary: Comment!fic written for this pic prompt at jim_and_bones of men in dress shirts and jeans – yum; Janice is still working at Kirk Enterprises and today is no less crazy than usual.
A/N: I have been trying to finish up another wip but at the moment this begged for my attention too. I thought about the best way to complete the J ‘N B Series and realized circling back to where it began was more than appropriate, particularly since I left Janice in a position that needs rectifying.
Previous Parts: Another Day, Another Dollar, and a Daily Show? | Fight the Good Fight | Don’t Touch the Rock | A Tear Worth Gold | Another Day, Another Dollar, Part 2 | Pirates Read Too | The Case of the Mondays | Today’s Topic – Helmets! | The Case of the Mondays, Part 2 | Marked | Awesome Ideas Come from Awesome Brains | In the Keeping of a Spirit | The Case of the Mondays, Part 3 | The Case of the Mondays, Part 4 | The Case of the Mondays, Part 5 | Forewarned is Forearmed | The Case of the Mondays, Part 6 | The Case of the Mondays, Part 7 | The Case of the Mondays, Part 8 | The Case of the Mondays, Part 9 | Serenade | Another Day, Another Dollar, Part 3 | Tied to You | The Amateur Pigeon-Catcher | The Amateur Pigeon-Catcher, Part 2 | The Art of Beginnings | The Amateur Pigeon-Catcher, Part 3 | Two Birds of a Feather | The Beautiful Bay | The Man in the Shed | Bad Business | A Fortunate Friend | Blind to Love | The Westerner | A Plot Above All Others | We Fight to Win | An Intergalatic Fandom | Playing Life to Win | The Light In Which We’re Cast

“Janice.”

The smooth, sexy masculine voice says her name just like in her fantasies—only it’s broad daylight, she’s at her job and, well, not exactly working like she’s supposed to be at the moment. The voice startles her badly, mostly because it’s so familiar.

Jan manages a squeak of surprise and “Mr. Kirk!” before a knee-jerk reaction of guilt sets in and she flips her notepad facedown on her desk, thereby—due to her serious penchant for clumsiness whenever Kirk is around—promptly knocking over the pen and pencil holder at her elbow in the process. Ink pens, markers and highlighters of varying colors cascade across her desk and down to the floor.

“Oh! Sorry, hold on!” Jan apologizes hastily, embarrassed, and scrambles after the fly-away items. A tired-looking accountant passing by the cubicle offers up two errant blue ballpoint pens. Jan thanks the man for the help, her blush deepening.

By the time she is less flustered and all the assorted writing utensils are back where they belong, Janice realizes she has forgotten about her boss. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Kirk! Can I help you?” Glancing up meekly at the entirely too gorgeous man then down at her lap again, she clears her throat and smoothes the fabric of her skirt with a nervous hand.

Had he seen that caricature of Mr. Mudd on her notepad? Well, it’s not like she can help being miserable and bored! It’s Friday afternoon and most of the regular (by which she means properly employed by the company) employees have taken a half-day to get a headstart on their weekend plans. (Even Uhura, who works the long hours her executive position demands, is notably absent.) Being a temp worker means every minute counts for Janice if she wants to be paid her normal 40 hours a week. So, as a wise but poor woman, she has opts to stay at her desk and look on wistfully at the midday sun and the world beyond the office windows, imagining all the things that would be more fun than sitting in a cubicle during early spring weather, like window shopping along her favorite street of stores.

Jim Kirk, CEO of Kirk Enterprises, hasn’t taken his eyes off her since he said her name. He has an arm propped against the top of her cubicle wall and looks to be in no hurry, his attire magically free of the wrinkles that are the result of hours of office work. It’s a little unusual for Kirk, who normally needs her to ‘tidy him up’ the moment he shows up in the morning looking like he rolled out of bed, skipped a shower and drove straight to the office. In recent weeks, she has had to add a hair comb and cologne to her stash of ties and men’s cufflinks. Jan thinks maybe the reason Jim has yet to send her back to the temp agency after a year and a half is because she’s the only one who corners him in the men’s bathroom and forces him to brush his teeth before a Board of Directors meeting.

“Janice,” Kirk’s tone is slow, almost silky, “how busy are you this afternoon?”

Is that a trick question? If she says not busy at all (which is the truth), will that look bad? If she says she has things to do, then how does that excuse the doodling on her notepad in abject boredom? It’s not like she would ignore a task or a phone call if either of those things currently needed to be taken care of!

But before Janice can get past her worry enough to answer, Kirk gives her his most charming smile as if the question wasn’t meant to be serious at all. Luckily Jan is sitting down or her knees might wobble a little in response, because her boss who is handsome when he’s frowning is unnaturally stunning when he smiles. Her first impression of him as a golden Adonis doesn’t seem to cover it anymore. She has come to the conclusion that he is the sexiest man alive on planet Earth. Honestly, it’s so easy to be a little bit in love with Jim—even though she knows he’s taken and never in a million years would he see her as more than an administrative assistant and a friend.

Oh, life. Sometimes the world is cruel and unfair, dangling the perfect man in her reach only for him to be married. Well, she amends, engaged. The wedding is still two months away. Neither Kirk nor McCoy understood the principle of ‘engagement period’ and Chapel had to sit them down and explain why they couldn’t have a ceremony the weekend after the announcement. There was a long list of guests who would want to attend, including clients, a caterer to book, a location to secure, not to mention the theme, the clothes, the vows to memorize, and somewhere at the bottom of that list, a honeymoon to plan.

During that long ‘conference’, Jan had giggled into her hand when Jim blinked and said, “Why can’t we just do a Vegas thing?” McCoy, just shaking his head, had turned a blind eye to Chapel’s reaction, which had resulted in Jim needing the ice pack Janice had kindly prepared in advance of the conversation.

She sighs at the memory.

Jim is a soon-to-be married, gorgeous, perfect man. Who, currently, is smiling at her winsomely. Jan thinks she’s owed ten times over for the injustice of it all. Maybe geneticists have figured out by now how to clone more than sheep?

Her thoughts are quickly drawn back to the present and to her boss when Jim declares with his usual charm, “Unfortunately, lovely lady, you’re going to have to give the next three hours to me no matter what you have going on today. Clear your schedule.” Then he turns away and saunters back toward his office, calling over his shoulder that he needs to retrieve his coat before they can leave.

It’s a good thing he can’t see her because it takes about thirty seconds for Janice to close her mouth.

Spending the afternoon with Jim? Only with Jim?

But why?

Nerves tingling for various reasons, she hurriedly finds her purse and shoves every last bit of makeup from three different desk drawers into it. By the time Jim returns from his office, suit jacket on and looking relaxed with his hands tucked in his pants pockets, she is too giddy to stand still. Her heels click rapidly along the tile hallway as she matches his long, easy strides to their floor’s elevator.

“Sir,” Jan says, suddenly struck by a moment of alarm as she remembers his calendar for that day, “but what about the meeting with Mr. Spock at four o’clock?” They enter the elevator.

Jim looks unconcerned as he presses the button for the parking garage level. “I rescheduled with him for early next week. Don’t worry about it.”

Oh, she’s not. But undoubtedly Mr. Spock would have been.

Catching her eye, Jim gives her a faint grin as if he can sense her thoughts. “He knows I’ll make it up to him later on.”

Jan tries hard not to blush. Really, she does.

She knows Jim loves Leonard, has in fact been in love with Leonard for several years now, but there are times when she wonders if his flirty talk concerning the uptight, frankly rather terrifying Mr. Spock isn’t due to a very real attraction. Then again, hasn’t she seen Leonard just looking amused rather than concerned when Jim says something very far from appropriate to Mr. Spock, whose eyebrow always gives an involuntary twitch at Kirk’s audacity?

Men have always been strange creatures, but maybe it’s just these men in particular she won’t ever quite understand.

Her boss holds up a set of keys and jingles them gently, catching her attention. “Want to drive?”

Janice lifts a hand to his forehead without thinking. “Are you sick, Mr. Kirk?”

Laughing, he shrugs away from her and slips out of the elevator when the doors open to the parking garage. “Follow me, Miss Rand.”

Janice clutches her purse to her body and trails after him, unable to do anything else.

What in the world is up with her boss?

Or better yet, she thinks as they peel out of the garage in his sleek sports car at a speed that makes her shriek, what is he up to?

Confused and wary, Janice enters the building. “This… is a department store.”

“It is,” Jim agrees cheerfully, heading with purpose to one side of the store.

She catches up with him, asking, “But, Mr. Kirk—”

“Jim.”

I can’t call you Jim when I’m not certain if you’re still in your right mind, she doesn’t protest. “Sir, this is a department store.” A couple and their three kids pass them along the aisle. She drops her voice to a fierce whisper. “A store you shop at with your, your…”

Jim blinks at her, not understanding her confusion. “…with my administrative assistant?”

He’s not making a joke. Oh no. There really is something wrong with the poor man! She pulls her cell phone out of her purse and starts searching for Leonard’s number in her contact list. She could call Christine if she can’t reach McCoy. “It’s all right, Mr. Kirk,” she tells her boss as she frowns down at her phone screen (where is that number?). “Everybody gets a little confused sometimes about the difference in duties between an administrative assistant and a personal assistant.”

When it dawns on the man why she is stressing the word ‘personal’, his eyes widen to a comical degree.

Janice feels bad for him so she gives him a reassuring smile. “Maybe there’s something you need help with that Len—ah, Mr. McCoy can do for you?”

Jim’s skin is flushed. “Jan—I mean, Miss Rand, we’re, ah, here on business.” Following her pointed look at their surroundings, he adds quickly “I swear!” and flushes further.

She brings up her chin. “Listen, Jim… I can chase after you when your shirttail is sticking out, I can fight the morning crowd at your favorite cafe for the single blueberry bagel with cream cheese you always want for breakfast on Mondays, and I can gladly lie to Chairman Pike’s face, telling him you’re out of the office when you’re actually in the middle of making out with your boyfriend in the supply closet. But I draw the line at picking out your underwear.”

Now it’s her turn to flush because her brain has immediately debated between boxers and briefs and come up with sexy man thongs.

No. No, she is not looking at that display case of men’s underwear to her left and imagining her boss in them. Stop it, Janice!

Jim puts a hand to his eyes but he’s grinning and shaking a little like something is funny. He sobers after a second or two and asks, still grinning, “Did you really lie to Pike?”

“I would think if he’d caught you with your pants down during a work day, he would have fired you.”

He bursts out laughing. A nearby saleswoman looks between them curiously before turning away to assist a customer with a question.

“Oh,” Jim says, “oh, Janice, you are a gem. Really. It’s a good thing we can—” But the man clears his throat, less talkative all of a sudden, and shifts on his feet, granting Jan a profile view of him. He clears his throat a second time and admits in a somewhat sheepish tone of voice, “Actually, I did bring you here for a little help with, er, my wardrobe. If it makes you uncomfortable, we can go straight back to the office. No harm done.”

She considers that offer for a moment, judges it to be sincere, then casts her eyes around them. “I guess I’m kind of curious now. Why here? This place doesn’t have—” She eyes his suit. “—clothes in a price range you seem to prefer.”

Kirk plucks at his jacket with a small smile. “You mean Armani?” He chuckles as if she has made a joke. “To be honest, I don’t care if my clothes are straight off a runway or out of a thrift store.”

He looks away. For the first time Janice realizes, astonished, that Jim fidgets when he is being open about something strictly personal.

His eyebrows frown slightly as he talks. “I’m no good at being presentable. I think you figured that out fairly quickly.” Those blue eyes are focused on her again without warning.

They’re the color of cornflowers, she thinks, and says nothing, waiting for the rest of the explanation.

“There is this men’s clothing shop I go to on the east side. They’re the ones who put together my business outfits so I don’t have to. I am hopeless at that kind of thing myself.” Jim frowns down at his shoes. “…If left to my own devices…” He sighs once, then again, which piques Janice’s interest.

“So you’re saying you have no fashion sense?”

Jim distractedly runs fingers through his hair. “Bones would say that’s a mild way of putting it.”

Oh. Of course. She’s beginning to see what inspired this shopping trip. Dropping her phone back into her purse, she folds her arms and eyes him from head to toe. “Show me.”

Jim just looks at her, uncomprehending.

Janice rolls her eyes and turns her boss to face the men’s department of the store and gives him an encouraging shove in that direction. “Show me,” she orders again. “Find something that you think would make a nice outfit for a causal Saturday and put it on.”

“Casual,” Jim repeats, expression uncertain. “Um, can you give me a hint?”

Good lord. “Pretend you and your fiancée are going for a walk through the park.”

“…To exercise, or to—what do people do at a park if they don’t exercise? Wait, is there a lake?”

“There might be,” she replies cautiously, no sure where his train of thought is headed.

“Okay. Are we in a paddle boat, or just feeding the ducks from the shore?”

“What?”

“Never mind,” he replies offhand. “It won’t matter about the lake because Bones wouldn’t put me in a boat when he knows I get seasick just looking at open water. So, are we walking a dog?”

Jan grips her purse to prevent herself from swatting at the idiot’s head and bursts out with “Just go!”

Kirk mutters about how unfair it is that he can’t have clues and hurries away. Janice resists the urge to follow him because it is becoming more and more evident he might be a little on the insane side, and instead focuses on pretending she is interested in Polo shirts for men. It would have been nice, of course, if Jim visited the rack she pointedly loitered at for ten minutes and picked out one of the shirts for his casual look. But the man just wanders back and forth between the clearance winter jackets and sleepwear, looking frustrated. A sales person notices Jim’s dilemma but, much to Kirk’s loudly communicated dismay, Janice waylays the inquiring young adult with strict instructions: “Don’t help him. He has to do this on his own.”

After another fifteen minutes, Jim trudges toward the men’s dressing area with a bundle of clothes in his arms. When he reappears, he goes straight to the full-length mirror and admires himself with the pride of a four year-old who finally managed to get dressed without adult intervention. Then Jim trails over to her, a hopeful look in his eyes, and waits for her judgment.

Janice stares at him for a long, silent moment. Words take a while to come to her until at last she blurts out, “You can’t be serious.”

Jim inspects his outfit. “Well, you said casual. This is casual.”

“No,” she insists, her senses returning full force, “it’s a joke. You have to be messing with me. You can’t—that’s not even—where did you find those pants?”

“Red and yellow are complementary colors.” Jim’s eyebrows scrunch together. “Aren’t they?”

“Not on a person with your skin tone. And red snakeskin looks good on no one, except maybe as a pair of boots on a contestant in Toddlers and Tiaras.”

“Oh. Am I supposed to know that reference?” Her boss shifts his weight, a tiny bit of hope still shining in his eyes. “At least the shirt’s all right?”

It’s plaid. Jim looks like the Chinese version of a lumberjack. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Stalling so she doesn’t destroy his last illusion, she points at his neck and demands, “What is that?”

“It’s a scarf.” Jim takes it off, considers it, and then rewraps it around his neck. “Scarves keep your neck warm.”

“It has cartoons on it.”

“It’s Spiderman.” Jim’s face lights up with a childish kind of joy. “Do you know Spiderman?”

And just like that, her vision of James Kirk, the perfect man, is shattered. She makes a noise of despair.

Jim looks upset when Jan’s shoulders slump. “I tried, Janice. I really did.”

She pats his shoulder sympathetically. “I know you did, Jim, but I think now I see why it was so smart of you to bring me here. I’m sorry I doubted your… disability.”

“I can’t say anyone has ever called it that before but I have to agree. It is like a disability. What if Bones…?” The man trails off and looks at his bare feet.

She finishes for him, “If Mr. McCoy ever feels embarrassed by you? Then clearly he’s not worth your time, Mr. Kirk,” she says, meaning it.

He smiles faintly at her. “Thanks.”

Jan nods, coming to a snap decision. “Wait here, and I will find you the perfect casual outfit for a nice walk in the park. But,” she warns him, “the catch is you can’t question what I give you. Just try it on.”

“All right. I trust you.”

That makes her smile, a smile that she valiantly suppresses until she is several racks away where he can’t see her too well. At least he’s still a sweetie despite being the world’s most terrible dresser. That can make up for a lot. Janice has a suspicion Leonard McCoy probably would—or already does—see it that way.

Soon Janice finds she is enjoying herself. All initial apprehension gone, she combs through the men’s clothes until she has a three suitable outfits for her boss to wear. He is very obliging about putting them on without complaint (though she does have to give him a bit of a stern look when he eyes a pair of khaki shorts with disbelief) and even seems to like what she’s chosen, if the way he sets it aside on the sales counter is any indication that he intends to purchase the items. It’s actually very nice to see him regain his confidence each time he exits the dressing room and she nods her approval. A Jim Kirk without confidence is just… wrong.

Apparently the thought of having his fiancée and soon-to-be husband move in with him and discover he has nothing but expensive suits and Spiderman pajamas is enough to send her employer into a minor panic.

Well, never let it be said Janice isn’t a soft-hearted gal.

Of course, she is also a little devious at heart too—or she is once she realizes what an advantageous situation this time with Jim really is, especially given where they are. The thought might never have occurred to her if she hadn’t spied the skinny jeans.

They look innocuous, just a pair of men’s jeans made by some high-priced brand name. Janice walks her fingers along the different size tags, recalling the pants size Kirk said he wears and hesitates only a moment before plucking up a pair of jeans one size too small. Jim is just coming out of the men’s dressing room in a pair of droopy sweat pants and an undershirt (for some reason he believes he is absorbing her fashion sense by osmosis which, sadly, he isn’t) and grins at her. “Are we done?”

Jan returns the smile, saying, “Almost” and shoves the jeans into his hands. “Just try on this last thing for me.”

“But didn’t I already try on a pair of these?”

“The baggy, comfortable kind, Mr. Kirk,” Janice replies sweetly and places her hands on her hips. “Have you forgotten our little agreement already?”

He apologizes, shrugs and starts for the dressing room, only to haphazardly glance down at the tag on the jeans and question in a dubious tone, “Janice, I don’t think these will—”

Janice is the picture of innocence. “Trust me, Jim. Just try them on.”

He blinks at her encouragement and thankfully does not argue, no doubt thinking well, why not?

Why not, indeed, Janice thinks approvingly when he comes back out a few minutes later looking like he’s been poured into his pants and probably feeling like it too, given the way his face is pinched when he waddles carefully toward the mirror.

Janice hmms like she is actually criticizing the cut of the jeans, not simply oogling his ass, and circles him. Jim turns somewhat ponderously to follow her rather predatory circle, his pinched expression more pained with each second that passes.

“I, um, don’t think the fit is supposed to be this tight.”

“Oh?” she asks. “But it looks so good on you, Mr. Kirk!”

He shifts with evident discomfort; the movement makes his pert butt give a delicious little wiggle in the mirror. The man gives a futile tug to the waistband biting viciously into his hipbones, making a tiny, unhappy noise. “I can’t even bend my knees, Janice. Heh, maybe I’ve put on weight?” He sounds like he is trying to find a tactful way to explain that her selection of jeans is killing his circulation. “I’m sure if we went one size up, I’d love them.”

It would be a loss, she supposes, finally taking pity on him, if he couldn’t bend over. McCoy would surely feel that way.

Swallowing an unashamed giggle, Jan calms herself and nods with the kind of composure to rival the aloof Mr. Spock. “I apologize, sir. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to the size.”

Wincing, her boss waddles back toward his dressing room, muttering something about needing a pair of scissors or body oil to get himself free. Janice lifts her cell phone from the depths of her purse just enough to snap a photo of his backside while at the same time giving the appearance of checking for text messages.

The sales attendant at the register casts a knowing look in her direction when she and Kirk approach the counter. “Were the jeans not a good fit?” the lady asks politely.

Jim winces. “You could say that.” He motions at the stack of clothing waiting on them. “I’ll take all of these, please.”

After Jim hands over his credit card without paying attention to the total of his purchase and is juggling the numerous plastic bags, the sales lady catches Janice’s arm, delaying her from following her boss out of the store.

“Care to share?”

Jan tilts her head in study of the older woman. Well, it’s not like Jim’s face is in the picture. “Okay,” she agrees. She quickly types in the woman’s proffered cell number in her phone.

“Bless you, child!” the woman beams at Janice as she forwards the picture on, pressing the sales receipt into her hand.

Jan gives a little bow and, grinning, hurries to catch up to Kirk. Outside the store, Jim gives her a questioning look. She waves the receipt at him. “You forgot this.”

“Oh, thanks,” he says, pocketing it.

The drive back to the office is silent but only because Janice is preoccupied with the newest treasure on her phone. At one point Jim asks her if everything is all right. Jan replies easily, smiling to herself, “Everything’s perfect, Jim.”

Kirk’s jean-clad ass will become the desktop wallpaper on her home computer, maybe forever.

Her phone buzzes in her hand. Jan looks down and reads the latest text message. Apparently Christine, Nyota, Marlena, Helen, and a myriad of other female coworkers agree wholeheartedly.

“Janice,” Kirk begins to say at her elbow, “there’s something I have been meaning to talk to you about.”

“What’s that?” she asks absently, wondering if there is some kind of Internet contest she can enter the picture into.

“About your employment.”

Her head jerks up. “Huh?” Oh, no. Oh, no, don’t fire me!

Janice can feel her eyes filling with tears already. “Sir, I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention earlier! It won’t happen again!” Oh, please, I like this job, I need this job.

He just looks at her, asking blankly, “What about earlier?”

“About…” Janice searches for a quick explanation.

Jim seems to realize what she meant. “Oh.” But a grin stretches his mouth rather than a frown. “Nice portrayal of Mr. Mudd, by the way.”

Maybe she can fling herself out of the car and into oncoming traffic. That would be a simple, if somewhat messy, solution to her embarrassment. Janice fights down a blush. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

“Bones does a great impression of Harry. You should ask him about that sometime. …Not that I condone that sort of behavior in the office.” Jim’s attempt at a serious expression fails miserably, especially when he starts to laugh, cheerful as ever.

Janice is certain she has never met a stranger man. Tentatively, she asks, “Jim, are you trying to fire me or not?”

Jim looks astonished at the idea. That reaction equally astonishes Janice.

“No,” her boss tells her, “I was actually hoping to hire you in a more official capacity.” He begins to apologize quickly, “I know it’s taken a long time to open up the position, and I am sorry you had to wait, not knowing—”

Her fingers lose their terrified grip on her cell phone. She can’t think beyond throwing herself across the car to hug the silly man. Of course, given they are in rush-hour traffic, she pulls herself up short of doing exactly that. But Jan imagines doing it all the same, perhaps so fiercely that her thoughts must penetrate Kirk’s brain.

He gives her a brilliant grin. “Does that mean you want the job?”

“Yes!” Jan cries. “Thank you, sir!”

“No,” he demurs, “thank you. You’re already an amazing addition to the team—and believe me you’ve made yourself very indispensable to all of us.”

She knows what he means. “You’re darned right!” she says happily. “You need me.” It’s wonderfully freeing to say that and have it acknowledged!

Janice’s mind races ahead; she is so thrilled at the prospect of employee benefits, she titters and almost bounces in her seat.

Jim doesn’t stop smiling. “That I do. We all do. Welcome to Kirk Enterprises, Miss Rand.” Then he clears his throat. “By the way, act surprised when we get there.”

Even a small cloud of confusion can’t diminish her joy. “Where, Jim?”

“At the office. There’s, ah, a party.” He looks pleased and embarrassed at the same time. “For you.”

Jan stares at him, thinks hard, then stares some more. Jim flashes another grin of aren’t my ideas great? at her.

She gasps once she figures it out. “Then you do know red snakeskin pants are ugly!”

“A little,” the man admits.

Janice feels by that point she is well within her rights to beat him over the head with her purse, boss or not.

Kirk adds hastily, “But let’s call it even, okay? I put on those skinny jeans for you, didn’t I?”

She settles back into her seat. “Oh, you devious man.”

“Really?” he asks mildly. “So what’s on the cell phone, Janice?”

She blushes to the roots of her hair, picking up her phone and clutching it possessively. “I refuse to delete it!”

From the driver’s seat, Jim sighs. But it’s a sigh born of amusement, not exasperation. “Just do me one favor, and I promise to forget it exists.”

“What’s that?”

Jim’s mouth curves in a wicked smile. “Send the picture to Bones on our wedding night.”

Janice flushes then laughs, and sticks out her hand. “It’s a deal, boss.”

They shake on it. The car accelerates, hurtling them across the city, and for once Janice Rand feels everything is perfectly all right in her world.

-Fini

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