Ok so when I transferred my files from my school computer at the end of the year something went wrong and I lost all my work on this story, and I pretty much gave up. But I have the entire story planned out, so what the hell, I'll try to start again.

"Hey, Terry, babe, you ok?" came a familiar voice from the back of her mind. "Terry, Terry? You asleep?"

Terry shot up from her uncomfortable position on her desk and punched the man who was leaning over her in the face.

Don stumbled backwards and held his face in his hand "Ugh, God, sorry Terry, I just thought that maybe you wouldn't want to let your boss see that you were sleeping on the job. I know better for next time."

"Oh, oh God, Don, I'm so sorry, I thought you were…"

Don looked at her, holding his nose, waiting for the end of her sentence.

"Never mind, its…nothing. Its nothing." She shot him a smile and kissed him on the cheek. "Sorry babe."

Obviously satisfied, Don continued on his way, slowly rubbing where his girlfriend had just punched him.

Terry sighed and put her head in her hands. She had gotten no sleep the night before; her mind was too caught up in her…date (Shudder) with Merrick. She tried to distract herself, think about something else, like her favorite TV show, or what was going to happen in the next Harry Potter book. But her thoughts always returned to work. Every time she thought about Merrick, the date, what could happen if anyone found out…her mind raced, her body tensed up, she got anxious shivers, she was suddenly covered in a cold sweat, and it took her forever to calm down. And that had been the downwards spiral of the first four hours of her night, until finally she had to get out of bed at three, coming to the final decision that she was going to report sexual harassment in the morning. Don never had to know. For the time being, she just had to pray that large amounts of coffee would get her through the day

Terry tried to compose herself, and slowly began to finish the papers on her desk, reminding herself over and over that she had scheduled a meeting with Merrick's boss. He wasn't going to get away with this. Mindlessly doing paperwork, along with the idea of Merrick getting what he deserves put her in a better mood.

"Terry!" Came a shout from down the hall. She shot up and was just about to punch someone again when she saw that it was David and relaxed.

"Oh, hey David, what is it?"

"Terry, you ok?"

"I'm fine. What is it?'

"Oh, um…Merrick wanted to see you. In his office."

"Now?" She snapped back.

"Um…well…I think so…"

Terry sighed. She thanked her colleague, got up, and slowly made her way to her boss's office.

She knocked on the door and a polite "come in" ushered her into Merrick's dark office. He looked up at her from his desk, took off his glasses, and smiled at her. A real smile, not the sort of "come hither" crap she had become used to from him for the past few weeks. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad…

"Terry! Good to see you. Please sit down"

Terry closed the door behind her and took the seat he offered. Her mind and heart were racing. 'ok, ok, ok, this is ok, terry, this is ok. Maybe he just wants to reassign you the Baxter case. It'll be ok. Its going to be ok, ok, ok, just to reassign a case…"

"So Terry," he began, in a very professional voice, "I would like to talk to you about last night"

Shit.

"I'm afraid you may have felt a little threatened. I'm sorry that you felt that way. I wanted to tell you that you should feel safe with me…"

Terry was starting to get that feeling again…

"… and to ask you to keep this," he smiled wickedly, "our little secret."

Terry was freaking out again, like the way she had felt the night before. But she wasn't going to let this pervert get the better of her. She steadied herself, and in a surprisingly, even to her, calm voice, responded, "I don't think I can do that Mr. Merrick."

Merrick looked rather like he had been hit by a very large stick. But he quickly pulled himself together and got up from his seat. He went around his desk and leaned on the edge, and getting closer the Terry, gave her a smile. Not a polite smile, and not a come hither smile either. A smile like you would see on the villain when he knows he's won. Terry would very much have liked to punch him, but she figured that since she had already hit one of her bosses that day, two would be overkill.

"Terry, I know how you feel. I know that you have set up a meeting with Pat Dognaton. But I know you know about the current employment situation here. And that I have a final say in who stays and who goes."

"My dignity over my job any day." Terry replied with more confidence then she was feeling.

Merrick chuckled a little bit. "oh Terry, it's not you're job I'm talking about."

Terry followed his eyes out the window to the person he was referring to.

Don.