A/N: Disclaimer I don't own these characters. Words in italics are Harm's extracts from his journal.


Shadow

And then he spat out the code like it was toxic waste, and Lt. Austin managed to type it in on 'time' to deactivate the bomb much to his relief. Ours too of course, but then we knew we had at least ten more minutes, Austin might have cracked it. And even if she hadn't we wouldn't have been afraid to die as much of that… I'll save the ink for something more useful shall I? After all he's getting what he deserves no need to call names. Ha. Lt. Austin would be rolling her eyes if she saw me now, saving ink and not losing my temper? Well, I kept it under hat most of this case I don't think she knew how much worse it could have been. And she might have been right when she said that I had redirected her emotions to focus anger on myself, but really it had helped me too.

She wonders if he ever realized how close to blowing up their submarine actually was or if he had trusted Austin's advice and stayed well away from her when she had been trying to crack the system. She doesn't need to know these things but it interests her, just like doing the extra work on a case did. She doesn't need to be reading his journals or as he'd prefer to call them logs, but she is since she's interested in knowing the man before she met him. And to see if she can spot any events that caused certain personality traits to emerge. Kind of like a jigsaw puzzle she thought, fitting the little details together to show her a complete and whole Harmon Rabb Junior.

She decided to let the next entry wait, maybe next week she'd read it. Or maybe later today, either way it wasn't going to change the past. Plus, she had the real thing now, one real, sexy, hunk of a fly boy that had just walked in through the door.

The journal could wait.