Kim exhaled breath she didn't know she was holding as the door swung closed behind him.

"Ugh." she said under her breath, looking around the courtroom.

Of course, Harry was staring right back.

"That was... interesting." Harry commented.

"Yeah." was all Kim could say, rubbing her arm.

"That wasn't just a one time thing, was it."

"Nope."

"And these kinds of things will probably happen again, won't they?"

"I hope n- probably." She waited for Harry to begin admonishing her.

"Well, it's fun to see Dan all shook up. Goodnight, Kim."

"Night, Harry." What a weird, weird place.

The next day she ventured to have lunch with her new coworkers. She sat with them, eating a cafeteria sandwich.

Christine looked up from her salad. "So where'd you work before this? Did you type before?"

"I've been to a few places, I-"

"-boy, I am hungry." He walked in and sat cross-legged on a chair, scoping out other people's foods. "What've we got?" Then suddenly his eyes rested on her. They got as cold as they did yesterday.

"Had a tough workout in the broom closet?" Mac asked with a laugh.

Dan broke eye contact to look at Mac. "Actually, you're right. And I think I'll be getting seconds instead of a sandwich." He stood, turned on his heel, and walked away.

"I don't know how he gets them, being that much of a creep sometimes." Christine commented.

"One's creep is another's charmer." Bull supplanted.

Only Harry looked Kim's way as she focused on her sandwich.

Dan pushed the door into Harry's office, files in hand. He only had twenty minutes before he had to fix himself up for his date with the red headed waitress with the gropey manager who was in two days before. He was getting chummy with her though, hopefully she won't be in there flirting his usefulness out the window until she didn't need him. That would take up too much time.

"Your Honor, these are the revised case files I mentioned." he said casually, flicking the folder onto Harry's desk.

"Thanks, Dan. Oh, and can I ask you a question?"

"You're not my type, Harry."

"Real funny. But I was thinking more along the lines of a lady and her typewriter?"

Dan's face fell into bored annoyance. "Really, Harry, this is-"

"-hey! I'm just a curious boss. I'd like to know why two members of my courtroom seem to be at war from day one."

"Nobody's at war. I have no idea what you're talking about. Unlike you, I'm guessing, I've got a date to get to."

"So then you wouldn't mind coming to dinner this Friday? After shift ends."

"You're in luck, nobody's booked Dan Fielding yet."

"Great, I was thinking of having a welcome party for Miss Jenkins. Just a light dinner, maybe some drinks."

"Sounds like a waste of time."

"Sound's like Dan Fielding is scared of something."

Dan turned to Harry, speechless. He snorted twice before narrowing his eyes. "Dan Fielding is scared of nothing. You hear me?"

"Great," Harry smiled, not missing a beat, "so it's a reservation for seven, then."

"Oh, no, Harry that's a Friday night, I'm sure everyone has plans." Kim smiled apologetically after Wednesday night session. "We don't have to go to dinner on my account."

Was it her imagination, or did Dan make a "humph" sound from his crossword? He wasn't avoiding her anymore, but he wasn't exactly acknowledging her, either.

"We still don't know anything about you." Christine commented. Were she and Harry together? She wondered. Dan made passes at her regularly, but she never answered with anything but humor and indifference. He didn't seem to be more interested in her than the high-pitched, sparkly clad women he usually paraded through the court halls.

Kim glanced quickly at Dan, calculating. "Tell you what," she said, opening her arms, "instead of a quick dinner on Friday night, why don't all of you come over at say three on Saturday afternoon. I live in Chinatown with a roommate, it's a tight walkup but we can definitely all fit inside. And she's friendly enough. I'll make some lunch, buy some wine..."

"I could get a case of beer and bring Quon Li." Mac offered.

"Let me bring a dessert." Christine offered.

"Well, great, that settles it!"

"I'll get you guys my address tomorrow." she said excitedly. "I'll write it down with my phone number and close subways, in case you guys want to not worry about driving home."

It was the first time she really felt at home, and it seemed like they could tell. Kim answered some questions about tastes and what she was thinking about making and requests. Finally, when the group was dispersing, she walked- or really, sauntered- up to Dan as he was packing his briefcase.

"You coming too?" she asked with an unabashedly friendly smile.

Without looking at her, Dan swished his coat around, putting it on. "Spend a Saturday in a shoebox apartment above a fish market with some shrimp 'n' grits and some Budweiser?"

"If that's still your favorite, Elmo-"

His head turned towards her sharply and he opened his mouth.

"-Dan will love to come. He already mentioned that he'd be going to your dinner, so this is pretty much the same thing." Harry said, staring at Dan as if he were lecturing a child.

Kim smiled a tight-lipped smile at the two of them before turning and walking out of the courtroom before the backbone she stole from someone slipped out.

She guessed that she deserved nothing less, after running away from her little town.