Hunter
by Spirit of a Child
A.N.: Okay. Once again I had a realization. IT'S NOT HARD TO READ!!!!! I FEEL EVEN MORE STUPIDER NOW!!!!!!
:-( sighs )-:
Okay. I'm better now. Hope I didn't scare you off with my horrible grammar.
XD...
Okay moving on.
This chapter is going to dedicated to both Set() (please give me a better name hon), and Sushi Chi. My reviewer peeps (which also includes Maelace and other people who I forget at the moment but who rock).
Thanks to Set() for the apology idea.
And thanks to Sushi for the really long awesome idea(s) that you sent.
Y'ALL ROCK!!!
w00t!!!!
Hyper hyper hyper hyper hyper.
Yay hyper!!!!
Edgie's back at the wheel.
edge edge edge edge edge edge edge edge
Stupid bureaucracy.
When you work in the legal system most of your career you kinda get out of the loop on how it's gotten worse.
So it's kinda expected that I should be surprised at how screwed up our legal system is.
Yeah.
It's screwed up.
Grrrrrr.
The trial has been prolonged.
Once again.
Because the plaintiff bribed some of the jurors.
Once again.
Man this sucks.
Well.
Maybe it doesn't suck too bad.
Not compared to my life at the moment.
I have been reduced to sneaking glances at Charlie's ass.
And trying to hide my drool in my shirt.
Which doesn't work well.
How sad is that?
Very sad.
Amita has been with him wherever he goes.
Probably trying to protect him from me.
And he just meekly goes along with it.
Damn.
I really screwed him up.
I've punished myself in a duly manner.
I have completely taken myself off of sodas, chocolate, and even coffee.
It's hell.
I love my sodas, chocolate, and coffee.
I miss it.
The only problem with Amita shadowing him is that I can't get near him.
And I need to apologize.
I tried.
But I was apprehended.
By Amita.
She didn't say a word to me.
Which is actually pretty damn scary.
I'll have to find another way to apologize.
I glance at Megan, who hasn't said word one to me.
She's drinking coffee.
That's it.
I'll give him coffee.
He likes coffee doesn't he?
Not as much as me.
But still.
He likes it.
I smile to myself.
And I wait.
The day passes dully.
Nothing to do when there's no trials.
And for once.
For once ever.
Amita is not with him.
What pissed me off more than the fact that she was with him.
Damn.
She was all handsy with him.
She had her arms all wrapped around him.
Feeling off him.
Just rubbing her hands over his chest.
Damn that pissed me off.
But anyway.
Rambling.
I have coffee.
And it's all I can do not to drink it.
I leave it on his desk.
I pause.
How's he gonna know it's from me.
I frown.
Then I grab a sticky note and a pen.
Sorry,
I write.
I stick it to the coffee cup and leave.
I never knew how good apologizing would feel.
I grab a beer with Don.
He doesn't have a clue.
Good thing too.
I drive back to my motel room and go to sleep.
The next morning when I get in to the bullpen I get a surprise.
There is a steaming latte on my desk with a note on the side.
I forgive you
It says.
I smile.
But then I frown.
There's something written on the back.
But don't do that again
I can't help but smile at that.
I won't.
But Amita doesn't know that.
I wonder if Charlie's explained us to her?
She probably bugged him until he did.
Or he could have lied and said that I sexually harassed him.
But I don't think he did.
But he forgives me.
And that's all that matters.
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A.N: Writing this was terrifying. See my fic "A Seriously PO'd Sniper Instructor" for details. LOL. Next one might be weird.
