"...Gathers No Foot..."
Summary: Harm needs an ally—will Sturgis help him out?
Note: I thought this would be only two parts... I guess Harm's big mouth has a mind of its own. I'll let you know how it all ends up in the next chapter. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Harm, Mac, etc. are not mine, so don't sue me because I have an imagination and too much free time.
Written 27 August 2004
Harm had gotten to work early that morning and was staked out by the copier with an eye on the doors. As soon as he spotted his target, he abandoned his files to be 'copied' and maneuvered to intercept.
"Morning, Sturgis. Got plans for tonight?" Harm asked casually as he fell in step with his friend.
"Varese just got back into town, so I was going to take her out. Why?" Sturgis asked suspiciously.
"I need a teammate for a high-stakes volleyball match."
Sturgis raised an eyebrow, but otherwise showed no reaction. "How high?"
"My male pride is on the line," Harm tried his best to look sheepish. "I stuck my foot in my mouth, and now I have to face off with Mac and Mattie."
"So that's what Mac meant. When I saw her earlier, she told me to be careful which side I choose." Sturgis smiled apologetically, "Sorry, buddy. You're on your own."