Rating: G
Category: Fluff, humor
Spoiler: Cross-Jurisdictions
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Busted
It wasn't the footsteps that alerted me to her
presence. God knows I haven't been high on acuity lately.
But it was as if I could feel her coming.
There's no other explanation for this tingly feeling unsettling my senses.
She's getting nearer.. Quick, do something! I stood up
and fiddled with my tie a few seconds before Catherine knocked on the door.
"Hello."
I was gunning for "hey gorgeous" and
perhaps a "missed you."
Fat chance. Cat got my tongue at..
"Hey."
She's still standing by the doorway. And I try not to stare. At her lightly
bronzed skin, low cut blouse, form-fitting jeans. And that part where shirt and
jeans were supposed to meet.
God, the woman looks good in anything.
Hey, I said I'd *try* not staring.
"Nice tan."
Great.
Genius-level crosswords and that's all you could say.
I sit down instead.
"Nice suit."
Oh, I almost forgot my lil outfit.
"Yeah, well, I knew you were coming back today, so I dressed up."
Yeah, go right ahead. Sugarcoat the truth and thinly disguise it as a lie. Maybe
she wouldn't notice.
Heh.
This is Catherine you're talking about. Of course she'll notice!
Well, you could hope that she'll let it slide.
"Yeah. Riiight."
Or not.
"Really."
And I quickly look away. Fearing that she'll hear my eyes do the talking, I
pretended to read the files I had in my folder.
Not a chance.
Not with her gaze searing my skin like that. So I had to
interrupt her inventory.
"What?"
She actually looks flustered. Or maybe it's just me talking.
"Nothing. It's just ... unusual..
to see you dressed.. like
that."
Whew. I almost sagged with relief. She bought my little *lie*..
Good.
"I had to go to the Chief's funeral."
Damn. I inwardly cringe at my slip. She knows how I hate going to funerals. No
way I can hide the big lie now.
"Missed me that much, huh?"
I tried for my best poker-faced look, now fully realizing how a cornered animal
feels like.
Her last statement was still ringing in my ears as she made her way to the
door.
And I wonder if she knows just how much..
And then she looks over her shoulder and gives me the look.
Oh yeah, she *knows.*
A hair flip later and she's gone. And I let go of the chuckle I didn't even
realize I was holding back.
But Catherine's head popped back in.
"Oh and Gil? Your folder.. It's upside down."
