A few days went by and Christine was officially appointed a judge.

Everybody had just left the mayor's office and were now standing outside of it. Everybody except Harry.

"Congratulations Your Honor!"

"Oh, thank you Mac! Thank you all for coming it was really nice of you."

"Hey it was a nice ceremony."

Dan chimed in, "Yeah, the high part for me was when Bull tried to lead everybody in 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat'"

Bull smiled, "All the robes reminded me of glee club!"

"I was kind of hoping Harry would change his mind and show up."

"Well, he'll be at your party but I don't think he's in the mood to be around city officials."

"Yeah… you know I wish I'd had one minute alone with the mayor to talk about Harry."

Dan decided to start sucking up to her considering he was now going to be working for her, "Oh now come, come on now. Don't be so hard on yourself." He started massaging her Christine's shoulders. "There, there, there. Let Danny massage all the tension away…"

He couldn't see it but Christine was making a very annoyed face. She was going to enjoy the sucking up.

Not really.

"Get out Dan."

"At the speed of light ma-lady." He backed away with his head down, it could be considered bowing.

Everyone rolled their eyes.

"Hey come on now we got a party to go to!" excitement was in Roz's voice.

"Yeah!

"Hey you guys go on, I think I want to… have my picture taken…" She was definitely lying.

"Okeedoke."

"See you there."

Mac, Roz, and Bull left.

Hey, maybe I'm a better liar than I thought.

Christine walked over to the mayor's assistant.

"Excuse me, I couldn't see the mayor for just one minute could I?" she had a lot of hope in her voice.

"Oh why of course!" He had a big smile and sounded very cheery which made her smile a hopeful smile.

Never mind. He quickly lost his smile. "Call back in October." he now sounded like he had an attitude. He rolled his eyes and walked away.

"It's a matter of life and death!" lying again.

Well.. if you think about it a certain way that could be true.

He continued walking but looked back at her, "Okay. September."

Christine noticed that the guards were busy looking at some papers so she slowly crept over to the door of the mayor's office. She opened the door and peaked her head in.

"Excuse me?"

The mayor looked up from his paperwork, "Yes? Can I help you?"

She walked all the way in, "Yes, actually. I would like to talk to you about Judge Harold T. Stone. Well, he's not really a judge anymore. He was turned down for reappointment."

"Yes…" he said waiting for her to continue. "And?"

"And I see absolutely no reason for it! He was a great judge. He made good decisions, he was kind to the defendants, he has a great sense of humor. Please, I beg you, look over his records and you'll see that there's been a terrible mistake." she tried to sound serious, authoritative, with a bit of anger. She couldn't tell if it was working.

He sat quietly, staring at her with a half smile.

"Sir, I know that you're really busy but it would mean a lot to so many people… it would mean a lot to me."

His half smile turned into a smile and Christine knew that she has convinced him.

"Alright... let's see what we can do."

"Thank you very much, I promise you won't regret it."

The mayor picked up the phone, "Yeah, Jim? Can you get me the records for former judge Harold T. Stone?" there was a brief pause, "Thank you."

Christine smiled.

"Do you want to take a seat?"

"Sure." She sat down on the sofa that was there. It sort of reminded her of the one in Harry's office.

She sighed quietly.

I really wish we could have left things off on a higher note... Although it's only been a few days, I really miss him. What will I do if he doesn't get his job back?

No, think positively, the mayor will look over his records and see what a great judge he was.

Not only a great judge, but a great man...

She sat quietly while she was waiting for the files to come. The mayor had started working on the paperwork he had when she came in. She felt bad for bothering him so she didn't want to disturb him anymore. She noticed a pad of paper and a pen.

"Excuse me, do you think I could use these?" She picked the paper and pen up.

"No, not at all."

"Thanks."

She sat back down again. She started to write a letter to Harry. Even if she didn't send it to him she could at least get her feelings out on paper.

She began.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry that things ended the way they did. I'm just so upset that you lost your job. You really were... are a great judge. You were fair, kind, funny, so many things! It's hard watching that all get destroyed.

Right now I am sitting in the mayor's office. I convinced him to review your records. We are waiting for them to get here. I am very convinced that you will get your job back. I really am.

Aside from work now...

I can't stop thinking about. I used to think about you a lot but it was hard not to, seeing you almost everyday. But now that you're gone, I find myself thinking about you even more. I keep thinking about that kiss we-

There was a knock on the door.

"Your honer? I've got the records on Harold T. Stone."

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

The man who brought the files was the same man who had said that the mayor was too busy to deal with whatever Christine had on her mind. She tried to let him notice her. He brought the files over to the desk. When he turned around he saw Christine sitting on the couch. He didn't say anything but he gave her a nasty look. She smiled a guilty smile.

"So. Shall we begin?"

She nodded and walked over to his desk.

Here it goes.