Hart to Hart Fan-fiction
Losing Max
Chapter One
Jonathan sat back in his chair and swiveled around to look out the office window. He hadn't been himself for the past several months he'd buried Max and on that day a part of him had been left at the cemetery. He's spent the better part of fifty years with Max and the grief that faced him daily had been wearing him down, he'd lost weight and he'd been putting all of his effort and time into the company. He just didn't know what he could do to get back on track with his life his marriage was suffering and he knew it but didn't have a clue how to get back to the way things used to be.
Jennifer had been with him that day and she had held that night as he cried. Grief was a horrible thing and he hated what the loss of Max was doing to him. The lights of the city reminded him that it was late and he should be getting home. He stood up grabbed his sports coat from the back of his chair and left the office. Driving home he listened to the old jazz radio station and let his mind drift.
Jennifer sat at the table sipping a glass of wine; she had made a pot roast for dinner and after several attempts accomplished edible homemade biscuits. She wondered why she even tried to have a meal ready for him; it was almost certain he would only eat a few bites. She looked down at her outfit and popped another button open on her blouse and heard the front door open she stood up. The table was set for the two of them and she quickly lit the candles as she waited for him. Jonathan walked into the kitchen as he sorted out the mail he held in his hands. "Hello." He said distracted.
"Hello." Jennifer made the effort and walked to him and kissed his cheek. "How was your day?"
"Busy." He tossed the mail on the counter and walked over to the crock pot as Jennifer watched him out of the corner of her eye she put the warming biscuits on the table.
"Have a seat I'll serve." Jennifer watched him as he walked over to the table and sat down. "I must say I think Max was watching over me today as I made these biscuits, they are really good."
Jonathan opened his napkin and placed it on his lap he didn't make any comment.
Jennifer placed their bowls on the table and took the wine from the ice bucket and filled Jonathan's glass and refilled her own then sat down. "I've been looking through Max's recipes and I hope you like the pot roast, he left me specific instructions." Jennifer opened her napkin and placed it on her lap. "Marcia called today, she wants me to go to London and interview Kate Middleton I told her I wasn't sure of our plans and I'd get back to her." She kept her head down as she moved the pot roast around in the bowl and then took a bite. She had surprised herself it tasted almost as good as Max's. She knew she had been chattering and had decided to stop and try to enjoy the meal with her husband. She buttered a biscuit and took a bite noticing that Jonathan hadn't taken a biscuit she offered half to him and when he shook his head her heart sank. She was so tired of trying to talk to her husband, trying to cook for him and entertain him she wanted to give up. Instead she sipped her wine and finished the meal and waited.
Jonathan had only eaten a few bites but he had finished his glass of wine and as soon as he noticed Jennifer had finished eating he stood up. "Thank you, it was very good." He put his bowl and glass on the counter and left the room.
Jennifer wiped her hands on her napkin and reached for the bottle of wine, refilling her glass she wished she knew how to get through to him. She had tried, hadn't she for three months she had tried and he didn't even notice her. She stood up grabbed the bowl in front of her and hurled it sending it smashing against the fireplace. She stood there knowing he would walk into the room.
Jonathan walked in and looked at her. "What happened?"
Jennifer took a drink of her wine and said, "It slipped."
Jonathan looked at the bowl then back to his wife then he turned to leave the room. "Damn you!" She shouted at him. "Why won't you talk to me?" Tears ran down her cheeks.