Title: Send in the Clowns

Pairing(s): Kim/Kerry

Summary: A movie that's shown just too much, or a delightful Valentine's Day story depending on your point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own the songs, the characters, or the movie.


February 2002

Kim sighed and looked out at the Golden Gate Bridge. It was Red, she shook her head, another, slightly different color of Red coming into her mind's eye. It wasn't the color that made her sad though. It was the face that went with that beautiful hair. She turned slightly and looked out at the water. It seemed to change from moment to moment, a lot like that red-head's eyes. It always amazed Kim to look in her eyes. One moment they could be dark green, the next moment they could be the color of the bay, and then suddenly they could be the color of newly shorn grass. Kim stared up at the slowly darkening sky, seeing little pinpoints of light just starting to make themselves known. She saw that the moon was quite close to the horizon, and it too, was bright red. "Harvest Moon, figures." She looked down as her pager beeped. "Ah, back to reality. Maybe I'll get lucky and it will be a deranged guy in an Opossum suit." Kim shook her head, glanced one more time at the Bridge, and walked back the way that she had come.


Kerry dashed down the hall, almost slamming into a distracted Malucci. "What yourself Dr. Weaver."

Kerry shouted a, "Sorry Dave," and kept going out the door. She slowed down as she got to Doc Magoos. Briefly wondering, as she always did when she went in the door, who in the world Doc Magoo had been. The private detective, or the man who called himself a private detective was there. "Hello. You have information for me."

The Private Detective smiled superficially. "A woman who gets right to the point, I like that."

Kerry narrowed her eyes at the Private D. "Look, I'm on a break, and my last break in here...look. All I want is the information,"

The Private Detective seemed to be waiting for something. Kerry pulled out a piece of paper from one of her lab coat pockets, and handed it to him. "Now, I would like the information on my birth mother."

The Private Detective handed over a small sheaf of papers and tipped an imaginary hat to Kerry. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you Doctor Weaver."

Kerry rolled her eyes as The PD left Doc Magoos, and opened up the sheaf of papers, briefly looking down to make sure that she did indeed have her pager. She quickly scanned them, looking for the important information. She finally zoned in on the most important part, an address. She groaned, in New York City. She sighed, and thought to herself, 'Well, I do have nineteen more days banked. Maybe I will take another vacation.' She nodded to herself and headed back to the hospital.


Kim shook her head again at her chief. "Look, Leval, I don't want to go to New York City. And anyway, I'm the rookie on this team, why send me."

Dr. Leval Curtis smiled, "Kim, you just answered your own question. And the reason that I'm picking you to go, is because you have actually been in an ER more than twice. There are going to be hundreds of ER physicians there, and maybe three or four Psych docs. Come on, please. Hey, you could go see the Empire State Building or something."

Kim snorted, "Yeah, right. Fine, I'll go. When do I leave."

"Tomorrow."

Kim shook her head and pursed her lips, "Well, that figures. Good thing you caught me when I have no life, huh Leval."

Leval patted Kim on the shoulder. "Hey, you're starting to fit in here pretty well. Give it time."

With that he walked off, leaving Kim standing there shaking her head, "What if I don't want to give it time." She signed the chart that she had been holding in her hands since Leval interrupted her, and put it where it belonged on the psych admit desk. Her pager beeped again, and she looked down. It was the ER again. "Why do I always get the ER rotations. Least at County there was some spice."