Disclaimer: see chapter one
Well, this is the last chapter. Like I said in the beginning, this is really short. . . . I will try to write another one, as people really seemed to like this one (thank you all for the wonderful reviews), but I couldn't even begin to tell you when. Please forgive.
Cathy F: here's the next chapter lol. Thank you. :o)
Marines_sis: I'm really glad you liked it so much! Thank you for all your awesome reviews.
mara-rabb: lol, I'm glad you like it, and thanks for explaining about your hubby. Silly men; they'll never understand us. Hehe . . .
starryeyes10: thankies. *grin*
0220 Zulu South of Union Station
*Knock knock*
Lieutenant Thomas came out of her daze at the sound at her door. Ever since she had come home from the office, she had been sitting on the couch, in the same spot, thinking about the one man who she had vowed never to think about again a long time ago. She glanced at her watch. "Eleven o'freaking clock! Who the hell could this be?" She uncoiled herself, and stretched a little bit - her muscles were stiff. "Who is it?"
"If I tell you, you might not want to open the door."
Her heart stopped at the sound of his voice. She recognized it immediately; she would know his voice anywhere.
"What do you want, Sir?" She was tired, and in no mood to get into another fight.
"I would like to talk to you face to face instead of through this door."
"Well, what if I don't want to see your face . . . Sir."
"Would you stop with this 'Sir' stuff and let me in? Please?"
Casidy was startled. His voice actually sounded pleading. He really wanted to talk to her. "Oh, all right." She undid the lock on the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
"Thank you, Cass."
"Haven't had anyone call me that in awhile. Come in." She stepped aside, closing the door after he entered the main room.
"That's too bad, it suits you." He replied, softly.
Casidy smiled stiffly. "Please ignore the mess."
Harm looked around the room. Mess? What mess? Her shoes were to the right of the door, and her jacket was thrown on the couch, but other than that, nothing was out of place. "Do you ever change out of your uniform?"
"Oh." It seemed as though it had just dawned on her that she was still wearing it. "Uh, yea, but . . . I had a lot of things on my mind, and when I came home, I guess I just forgot that I was wearing it."
"Ah." He smiled gently. "Do you wanna get changed or something?"
"No, that's ok. I'm fine." She said tightly.
'This was a mistake.' He thought. Just as he was about to suggest that they forget about him every coming to her apartment, she said the last thing he expected.
"Do you ever think about me?"
Her voice was small and timid.
"I never forgot you." He hedged, not wanting to tell her the truth.
"I'll take that as a no." Before he could reply, she took a deep breath, and said, "Becauseivethoughtaboutyoualmosteveryday."
"Uh. excuse me?"
"God damn it. Because I've thought about you almost every day." She repeated. " 'I wonder what Harm's doing right now.' 'I wish Harm was here, he'd know what to do.' 'Harm was always so nice to me-' " She stopped and let out a huge sob, as she slid down the wall. "Why the hell did you leave me.forget about me?"
Harm was speechless. He stared at her stupidly for a few seconds, then sat down next to her, drawing her shaking figure into his arms. Not sure of what else to do, he kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Cass." He spoke into her hair, "I'm so sorry."
She made a half-hearted motion to push him away, but she didn't really mean it. She was so tried from holding all those emotions in that she didn't have the strength to do it even if she wanted to. It felt so good to be held by him again; it was just as she had remembered it in high school. Sweet and warm and loving.she could just sit there all night in his arms and not care.
"I did forget about you," He admitted, softly. "But now I know what a damn fool I was. I was beyond stupid. If it helps any, I have never been able to recapture what I had with you."
"Do you really mean that, Harm?" Cass asked, looking up at him, searching his eyes for deception.
"Yes, I really do."
Cass sighed, and then smiled, burrowing back into his arms. After a few moments, her voice came through, muffled by his chest. "I'm going to have to transfer somewhere else, aren't I."
Harm smiled slightly, still speaking into her hair. "We'll worry about that tomorrow, ok?"
"OK." Cassandra tipped her head up and kissed him again, her smile soft. "I'm glad you came."
"Me too, Cass. Me too."
The end.
Well, this is the last chapter. Like I said in the beginning, this is really short. . . . I will try to write another one, as people really seemed to like this one (thank you all for the wonderful reviews), but I couldn't even begin to tell you when. Please forgive.
Cathy F: here's the next chapter lol. Thank you. :o)
Marines_sis: I'm really glad you liked it so much! Thank you for all your awesome reviews.
mara-rabb: lol, I'm glad you like it, and thanks for explaining about your hubby. Silly men; they'll never understand us. Hehe . . .
starryeyes10: thankies. *grin*
0220 Zulu South of Union Station
*Knock knock*
Lieutenant Thomas came out of her daze at the sound at her door. Ever since she had come home from the office, she had been sitting on the couch, in the same spot, thinking about the one man who she had vowed never to think about again a long time ago. She glanced at her watch. "Eleven o'freaking clock! Who the hell could this be?" She uncoiled herself, and stretched a little bit - her muscles were stiff. "Who is it?"
"If I tell you, you might not want to open the door."
Her heart stopped at the sound of his voice. She recognized it immediately; she would know his voice anywhere.
"What do you want, Sir?" She was tired, and in no mood to get into another fight.
"I would like to talk to you face to face instead of through this door."
"Well, what if I don't want to see your face . . . Sir."
"Would you stop with this 'Sir' stuff and let me in? Please?"
Casidy was startled. His voice actually sounded pleading. He really wanted to talk to her. "Oh, all right." She undid the lock on the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
"Thank you, Cass."
"Haven't had anyone call me that in awhile. Come in." She stepped aside, closing the door after he entered the main room.
"That's too bad, it suits you." He replied, softly.
Casidy smiled stiffly. "Please ignore the mess."
Harm looked around the room. Mess? What mess? Her shoes were to the right of the door, and her jacket was thrown on the couch, but other than that, nothing was out of place. "Do you ever change out of your uniform?"
"Oh." It seemed as though it had just dawned on her that she was still wearing it. "Uh, yea, but . . . I had a lot of things on my mind, and when I came home, I guess I just forgot that I was wearing it."
"Ah." He smiled gently. "Do you wanna get changed or something?"
"No, that's ok. I'm fine." She said tightly.
'This was a mistake.' He thought. Just as he was about to suggest that they forget about him every coming to her apartment, she said the last thing he expected.
"Do you ever think about me?"
Her voice was small and timid.
"I never forgot you." He hedged, not wanting to tell her the truth.
"I'll take that as a no." Before he could reply, she took a deep breath, and said, "Becauseivethoughtaboutyoualmosteveryday."
"Uh. excuse me?"
"God damn it. Because I've thought about you almost every day." She repeated. " 'I wonder what Harm's doing right now.' 'I wish Harm was here, he'd know what to do.' 'Harm was always so nice to me-' " She stopped and let out a huge sob, as she slid down the wall. "Why the hell did you leave me.forget about me?"
Harm was speechless. He stared at her stupidly for a few seconds, then sat down next to her, drawing her shaking figure into his arms. Not sure of what else to do, he kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Cass." He spoke into her hair, "I'm so sorry."
She made a half-hearted motion to push him away, but she didn't really mean it. She was so tried from holding all those emotions in that she didn't have the strength to do it even if she wanted to. It felt so good to be held by him again; it was just as she had remembered it in high school. Sweet and warm and loving.she could just sit there all night in his arms and not care.
"I did forget about you," He admitted, softly. "But now I know what a damn fool I was. I was beyond stupid. If it helps any, I have never been able to recapture what I had with you."
"Do you really mean that, Harm?" Cass asked, looking up at him, searching his eyes for deception.
"Yes, I really do."
Cass sighed, and then smiled, burrowing back into his arms. After a few moments, her voice came through, muffled by his chest. "I'm going to have to transfer somewhere else, aren't I."
Harm smiled slightly, still speaking into her hair. "We'll worry about that tomorrow, ok?"
"OK." Cassandra tipped her head up and kissed him again, her smile soft. "I'm glad you came."
"Me too, Cass. Me too."
The end.