Hello dear readers. I hope you enjoy my first ever Silent Witness fic!
Ddedicated to claire_dixon as a birthday present.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Except maybe Harry's mother's personality.
The night Nikki didn't call
It was the middle of summer, the hot weather was few and far between and Harry was not best pleased. It was Friday, the last day of their working week and Leo had let them off early. Unfortunately, this was not the day Harry wanted time off, he had a meeting.
With his mother.
Yes he did love her, but only because he had too. She criticized everything he did, everything he wore, probably even his job from the looks she gave him when he said he wanted to be a pathologist 15 years ago. None the less she was his mother and people are kind of required to take some liking to them, no matter how annoying they are.
Sliding the sleeve of his coat up his arm to take a glance at his watch he realised he was just in time. He had arranged to meet her at his house at 1.00pm, for a catch-up. Unfortunately, since Leo had freed up his entire afternoon he could stay with her until she decided to leave, however she didn't know he wasn't busy. He estimated he could probably spend about 20 minutes in her presence before she got on his nerves so much he had to make up and excuse to go. Fortunately he had thought of this in advance and asked Nikki to ring his phone at about 1.10, pretending to be someone calling him out for a case.
"Harry dear!" his mother exclaimed from just outside his front door, running up to him giving him a weak hug. "You really need to give your poor mother a key to this place; it would make it so much easier for us to meet up if I could wait for you in there".
Oh god. Though Harry.
"Haven't got a spare to give you mum, and you're not using my last one. Anyway if I did give you one you would be in and out of here like it's your own house. So no, I'm not getting you a key".
With a sigh, his mother stepped aside, letting him put his key in the lock, letting them both in and closing the door behind him.
"So darling, tell me. Have you met anyone yet?" she asked him, strolling past him into his kitchen. "Obviously not..." she muttered as an afterthought, seeing the plastacine heaven that was building on his sideboard.
"And why do you say that?" he said, sighing in defeat, knowing what she had found. It was only one night this week he had opted for takeout; he hadn't been in the mood for cooking. Cooking was not on his mind. "Look mum, I know you think I need someone but-"
"But it's true dear" she interrupted. "Someone to keep you from thinking about that horrible job of yours"
Oh yes. He knew this was going to come up. His lack of a girlfriend and his job. "Thankyou mum but I like my job and I like being single"
"No-one likes to be single dear, not even you, Mr independent" she said as she began to peer into the old takeout.
Truth was, she was right. He hated not being with someone but most of the time they turned out to be married, already in a relationship or not looking for one. There was however one person that wasn't like anyone he'd ever met in the past. Someone he loved being around, someone he could trust and probably someone he should hurry up and ask out on a date.
He looked at his watch again. 1.01. This was going to be a long 9 minutes.
Nikki was sitting in Leo's office. After watching Harry leave, she decided to go dump herself in her boss's office and drown her sorrows. Her mood had not been great as of late, when last night the man she was quite literally falling for decided to not turn up for their date. After ringing him up later in the night to ask him where he was, she was greeted by another woman's voice, slightly tipsy telling her to 'piss off he's mine'. Nikki had decided then and there she would never date another man. None of them were worth it, apart from maybe one. But he didn't want her back. Every time she did act interested he just shrugged her off, joking with her about something else.
"Nikki?"
Maybe he was interested in her and he just didn't want to admit it. Ha, if she could be so lucky.
"Nikki?" Leo urged for what must be the fourth time since he had entered his office, finding her staring out of the window, obviously deep in thought.
"Sorry..." she shook her head, ridding a certain man from her thoughts. "Er... I think I might go."
"If this is still about last night, you should forget about it, that man was not worth it Nikki, just be glad you weren't in too deep"
"Yeah" she sighed, standing up. "I... I think I'm gonna go drown my sorrows in my favourite pub".
"Which one?" Leo asked, walking round his desk and sat down.
Looking down at him, she smirked. "The one with the hot barman"
"That's the spirit" he laughed, waving her off.
TBC...
Happy Birthday claire_dixon! Happy Birthday to you!
P.S- I'm sorry if I disappointed you. It's been 20 minutes since I started writing, it'll get better.
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