"Hal, I didn't say anything."
Disclaimer: Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego isn't mine. I was inspired by two other sources, the movie What Women Want and Lexxi's fanfic in the JAG section called What Sarah Wants.
C.J. Sandiego - This one's a little glimpse into the future. One possible way Hal and Ivy could get together.
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(Hal's POV)
Hal's Apartment, Harbor View
9 January 2004: I just realized that beeping sound that I was dreaming about for the past half hour wasn't a dream. It was my alarm going off. Wanker! It's seven fifteen and traffic's gonna be a killer this morning. I roll over to shut the alarm off only to have a face to face, or rather face to wood, encounter with the teakwood bedside table.
I barely have time to get something in my stomach and grab my morning pick me up now. I don't even have time for a morning run, and after I feel like I'm seeing double I definitely am not up to it. Bollocks to it, I'll go the gym right after work.
As it is, I'm late and Ivy's really gonna harp on me about that. I throw on my clothes and run downstairs, getting into my SUV and pointing it in the direction of ACME HQ. We've got to meet with a female suspect at 0830, who threw a rock through the window of a synagogue. Don't ask me why ACME was given this, but at least it beats some of our other cases.
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0820 Local Time
ACME HQ, San Francisco
Hah, eight twenty, only ten minutes late. Plenty of time. As I walk out of the elevator I see the most beautiful sight to grace ACME since I got posted here four years ago. I flash Ivy my take no prisoners grin that works every time, though she never wants to admit it.
'Oh, why does he have to do that whenever he knows he's in trouble. God I love that smile but one of these days I'll get immune to it and he'll feel the full strength of me without coffee.'
My smile had to have gone away just then, because Ivy stops, looks at me and says, "Is everything alright Hal? You're looking at me like I just sprouted another head."
"I - " I begin.
"Oh, he looks like he's gonna be sick." Tatiana remarks.
"I'm fine, thanks Tatiana." I reply.
'Somebody's trying to gain some sympathy before I chew him out for being late, again.'
"Ivy, I think you know me better than that." I reply.
Ivy's eyebrows knit together and her lips kinda purse up in that pouty way. It's that cute look of hers, one I don't see often because that's her confused look. "Hal, I had no idea I'd said that aloud."
"I..." I reply.
"You didn't say anything." Tatiana replies.
Great, one witty retort, cut. Now I've gotta go to plan B, if I can only figure out what plan B is. Christ.
"It's not really important, but I obviously said it aloud if Hal responded to it." Ivy replies.
"Well no one else heard anything." Now Armando's getting into the act. Just what I need.
This is strange, I swear the last couple things I heard were coming from Ivy's head. Or is she talking inside my head. Or am I just hearing things. Now I'm trying to take back what I'm sure I heard, thought I heard, whatever.....
"Great! Now I'm talking to myself inside my head!"
Ivy looks at me and says, very gently, "Hal, no you didn't. You just talked to yourself very loudly in front of the entire office, and now I do think you're ill."
The laughter dies down as everyone gets back to work. Ivy has that 'I dare you to try something' curve to her lips. God I'd love to one day categorize everything I know she can do with her lips.
'Geez, he's daydreaming again. And its that euphoric look he gets when I know he's likely dreaming of some leggy blonde in heels and nothing else.'
I now focus my attention on the fiery-eyed red head standing in front of me who looks like she's ready to squeeze every last bit of testosterone out of me, then rip out my....
"HAL!"
That got my attention. She silently motions me towards her office and as we walk down the hallway the things she's planning to do to me are like fates worse than death. And that's a big statement considering I faced death down every day with the SAS. We get into her office, I close the door and turn around and very clearly in my head I hear.
'Fresh meat.'
Wanker! I'm wondering if I should have called in sick today. This is unreal. I'm hearing all of Ivy's thoughts in my head right now. Hers' seem to be the only ones I can hear in my mind, because I've passed by six other women and heard nothing in their thoughts. That's good because Ivy's thoughts are a bloody handful.
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TBC? Maybe?
Disclaimer: Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego isn't mine. I was inspired by two other sources, the movie What Women Want and Lexxi's fanfic in the JAG section called What Sarah Wants.
C.J. Sandiego - This one's a little glimpse into the future. One possible way Hal and Ivy could get together.
~ ~ ~ ~
(Hal's POV)
Hal's Apartment, Harbor View
9 January 2004: I just realized that beeping sound that I was dreaming about for the past half hour wasn't a dream. It was my alarm going off. Wanker! It's seven fifteen and traffic's gonna be a killer this morning. I roll over to shut the alarm off only to have a face to face, or rather face to wood, encounter with the teakwood bedside table.
I barely have time to get something in my stomach and grab my morning pick me up now. I don't even have time for a morning run, and after I feel like I'm seeing double I definitely am not up to it. Bollocks to it, I'll go the gym right after work.
As it is, I'm late and Ivy's really gonna harp on me about that. I throw on my clothes and run downstairs, getting into my SUV and pointing it in the direction of ACME HQ. We've got to meet with a female suspect at 0830, who threw a rock through the window of a synagogue. Don't ask me why ACME was given this, but at least it beats some of our other cases.
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0820 Local Time
ACME HQ, San Francisco
Hah, eight twenty, only ten minutes late. Plenty of time. As I walk out of the elevator I see the most beautiful sight to grace ACME since I got posted here four years ago. I flash Ivy my take no prisoners grin that works every time, though she never wants to admit it.
'Oh, why does he have to do that whenever he knows he's in trouble. God I love that smile but one of these days I'll get immune to it and he'll feel the full strength of me without coffee.'
My smile had to have gone away just then, because Ivy stops, looks at me and says, "Is everything alright Hal? You're looking at me like I just sprouted another head."
"I - " I begin.
"Oh, he looks like he's gonna be sick." Tatiana remarks.
"I'm fine, thanks Tatiana." I reply.
'Somebody's trying to gain some sympathy before I chew him out for being late, again.'
"Ivy, I think you know me better than that." I reply.
Ivy's eyebrows knit together and her lips kinda purse up in that pouty way. It's that cute look of hers, one I don't see often because that's her confused look. "Hal, I had no idea I'd said that aloud."
"I..." I reply.
"You didn't say anything." Tatiana replies.
Great, one witty retort, cut. Now I've gotta go to plan B, if I can only figure out what plan B is. Christ.
"It's not really important, but I obviously said it aloud if Hal responded to it." Ivy replies.
"Well no one else heard anything." Now Armando's getting into the act. Just what I need.
This is strange, I swear the last couple things I heard were coming from Ivy's head. Or is she talking inside my head. Or am I just hearing things. Now I'm trying to take back what I'm sure I heard, thought I heard, whatever.....
"Great! Now I'm talking to myself inside my head!"
Ivy looks at me and says, very gently, "Hal, no you didn't. You just talked to yourself very loudly in front of the entire office, and now I do think you're ill."
The laughter dies down as everyone gets back to work. Ivy has that 'I dare you to try something' curve to her lips. God I'd love to one day categorize everything I know she can do with her lips.
'Geez, he's daydreaming again. And its that euphoric look he gets when I know he's likely dreaming of some leggy blonde in heels and nothing else.'
I now focus my attention on the fiery-eyed red head standing in front of me who looks like she's ready to squeeze every last bit of testosterone out of me, then rip out my....
"HAL!"
That got my attention. She silently motions me towards her office and as we walk down the hallway the things she's planning to do to me are like fates worse than death. And that's a big statement considering I faced death down every day with the SAS. We get into her office, I close the door and turn around and very clearly in my head I hear.
'Fresh meat.'
Wanker! I'm wondering if I should have called in sick today. This is unreal. I'm hearing all of Ivy's thoughts in my head right now. Hers' seem to be the only ones I can hear in my mind, because I've passed by six other women and heard nothing in their thoughts. That's good because Ivy's thoughts are a bloody handful.
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TBC? Maybe?