Disclaimer: No, I don't own 'em… but, God, I wish that DPB would give 'em to me…

A/N: That was Harm, this is Mac…

The Here and Now

Chapter Two:

"Just Relax…"

I hate Valentine's Day. I didn't used to, but failed relationships and broken hearts will do that for you. They will make you hate anything and everything that is even remotely related to love.

I sigh.

He has plans… probably with blonde hair, big eyes…

I somehow manage to hold these files and slip my key into the door.

Once the door is open, my jaw drops…

Scattered all over my floor are red rose petals. Candles have been lit, and about four feet from me sits this huge teddy bear that's holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

At my kitchen table, two candles have been lit and two places have been set.

I carelessly drop the files onto the floor and walk in, closing and locking the door behind me.

My heart is racing and for a second, I am scared…

I mentally go down a list of people who could have done this… and the first name that pops into my mind makes me feel sick…

Webb.

I'd just as soon shoot him as I would look at him… I thought I made myself clear… no, I know I did..

I look around at the carefully place candles, breathe in their fresh linen scent, and I smile.

This wasn't done by Webb.

I spot the red model bi-plane on my mantle and I laugh. Little white hearts have been hand-painted down the sides of the plane, and there is a note propped up against it.

I kick my shoes off and walk over to the plane. I pick up the note and read it.

"CALL ME" is written in his hand writing.

I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and press three then SEND. I watch as 'HARM-CELL' pops up on the screen.

It rings once… twice… then…

"Hello?" He says casually.

"Hey… where are you?" I ask, smiling to myself as I walk around my apartment.

I hear him laugh a little before he says, "Open the door."

With that, I hear the line go dead.

I press END and toss my cell phone and my cover into my chair.

How on earth did he pull this off?

I walk over to my door, unlock it, and pull it open.

There he stands, roses in hand, a smile on his face.

"I thought you sort of had plans." I say, smiling at him.

"May I come in?" He asks, his smile fading as he looks into my eyes.

This is what he meant when he said 'I sort of have plans… it depends". Whether or not he has plans depends on me, depends on my reaction…

"Of course you can." I say, still smiling.

"These are for you." He says, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

He hands me the roses, then he leans in and kisses me on the cheek.

"Thank you. They're beautiful…" I say, instantly intoxicated by the combination of fresh linen candles and the fresh scent of roses.

"So are you." He says smiling once again, and I feel my insides get warm.

"How did you do all of this?" I ask, looking around once again.

His smile widens, if possible, as he says, "I had a little help… Harriett says 'hi'… I gave her my spare key and gave her some ideas on how I wanted the place to look.."

I make a mental note to call Harriett and bombard her with appreciation.

"I love it." I tell him, noticing for the first time that he appears to be a little nervous.

"The best is yet to come… Follow me." He says, taking a few steps toward me.

He takes my hand in his and pulls me into my bathroom, turning the lights on.

My bathroom has been decorated as well, with rose petals scattered everywhere.

"Time to relax…" He says, letting go of my hand.

I watch him as he goes about running my bath water. He lights a few candles and then he looks at me.

"Your clothes are on the shelf… slip out of your uniform and into the tub… then, just relax. While you're relaxing, I'll be in the kitchen. Italian okay with you?" He asks, blatantly looking me over.

I smile.

"Italian sounds great." I tell him.

"It'll be ready in about an hour." He says, heading towards the kitchen, closing the bathroom door on his way out.

I peel my uniform off and toss it onto the floor. The next thing to go is my bra, then the panty hose, then the panties..

I slip into the tub and moan.

This man is amazing…

He has somehow managed to run the perfect bubble bath. The temperature is perfect, not too hot, not too cold, and there are just enough bubbles floating around..

I close my eyes and, smiling, I let out a sigh.

Maybe Valentine's Day isn't that bad after all…