A/N: How come it feels like I've been away from here for a long time? -shakes head- Eh, never mind. Okay...this fic is a product of not enough sleep, too much coffee, and too many thoughts. It's neither my fault or my TV show, so no lawsuits please - I had enough trouble over than incident with the grandma and the little chick who was obsessed with her red coat...
HARKNESS'S LAW OF CAUSE AND EFFECT
CAUSE –
How about we try the Glove, Gwen had said. Dear, sweet, naïve gwen, who really didn't know what she was getting herself in for. Didn't know then and probably still doesn't know now.
He doesn't like the looks everyone's exchange in his office, tiny and cramped-feeling with four people inside, despite Owen's quips about giving the damn thing a 'cool name'. He supposes, though, that every team has to have its moron.
But he's not gonna make anyone have to deal with using it, though.
It's way too cold against his skin.
A/N: Reviews are alway helpful, you know. Flamers will be fed to the faeries.