Later that afternoon Richard had seen Lindsay on her way to the bar Harrison was working in and was now well on his way to convincing Cassie to take the job offer. If only she wasn't so stubborn he would have been done hours ago and she would've been on a flight out of the city already.

"It's an excellent opportunity," he stressed as he looked over the paperwork. "Not my area of law but even so it is a marvellous offer."

"That's what I thought too," Cassie said. "It's just…"

Richard looked up as her voice trailed off. "Just Harrison?" he asked with a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah," Cassie replied with a nod. "He didn't seem very happy about it when I told him this morning."

"Well Harrison is…" Richard hesitated. "I hate to say it, because he's my son, but he is a little selfish."

Cassie frowned but didn't argue with him. Richard waited a moment, wondering how much he could say before Cassie defended his son. He also wondered just exactly how bad their fight that morning had been.

"He's also not the type for commitment," Richard continued.

"I know that," Cassie muttered with another frown. "He said I should go."

"I agree with him," Richard said. "We'll miss you, of course, but an opportunity like this is just too good to pass on."

"I could always come back here later," Cassie said.

"Of course," Richard agreed. "And Harrison will no doubt be visiting you as often as he can."

"I doubt that," Cassie sighed. "I'll go have another talk to him, but I think it's just going to be goodbyes."

"Best to part on good terms though," Richard said with a smile. "That way we can all wish you the very best."

"Thank you," Cassie said as she grabbed her coat. "I'll go catch Harrison at work. He should be in the middle of his shift by now."

With that she pulled on her coat and saw Richard out of the apartment. He said goodbye before moving on down the street in the opposite direction to the way she was heading.


"Lindsay?" Harrison asked in surprise as he saw the familiar face of his ex-girlfriend across the other side of the bar. She was perched on one of the high stools and had a bright smile of greeting on her face. "When did you get back?"

"Earlier today," Lindsay replied before ordering a drink.

"I take it you've seen Tru already?" Harrison asked, knowing that she must have. It was too big a coincidence that she would have come to the bar he was working in without knowing that he was there. It wasn't one they had been to before, nor was it anywhere near Lindsay's former apartment so it wasn't likely she had stopped by to see someone that she had known worked there before she had left the country.

"This morning," Lindsay confirmed. "She told me you were working here, so I thought I'd stop by and say hi."

"I'm glad you did," Harrison replied, surprising himself by actually meaning it. If anyone had told him he would be pleased to see Lindsay after their break up he would have seriously questioned their sanity but now she was here he realised that facing her was not as bad as he had thought it would be.

"So how long have you been working here?" Lindsay asked as she looked around the trendy bar.

"Just a couple of weeks," Harrison replied.

"And you enjoy it?" Lindsay asked.

"It's okay." Harrison shrugged and turned to serve a couple who had signalled him from the other end of the bar.

He glanced back at Lindsay several times as he listened to the couple's request and got their drinks for them. He felt pleased when he saw that her gaze was following him as he worked. Let her see what she was missing, he thought before he could stop himself.

He finished serving the customers before turning back to Lindsay. "Another?" he asked, gesturing to her empty glass and refilling it as she nodded.

"So what else have you been up to while I've been away?" Lindsay asked as she quickly finished off the second drink too. Harrison served her another before replying.

"Not much really. Same old stuff. Dad's back in town and I've been seeing quite a bit of him. He took us all on a family vacation which was good."

"Your dad took you on vacation?" Lindsay asked in surprise.

"Yeah, all expenses paid cruise. Me, Tru, Meredith and Dad," Harrison replied with a grin. "Good times."

"So it was just the family?" Lindsay asked casually. "No one else?"

Harrison frowned a moment before realising that his ears should have been burning that morning and that Tru had obviously been talking about him to Lindsay.

"Just the family," he confirmed. The last thing he wanted was to be discussing Cassie with his ex-girlfriend.

Lindsay casually waved her empty glass as a subtle hint for Harrison to get her another. He wondered how wise it would be to let her drink so much in such a short space of time. Part of his job included keeping an eye on the drinkers but he didn't like to say no to her.

"So what about you?" he asked after getting her another drink. "How's Europe and married life?"

"Europe's great," Lindsay replied with a bright smile. "Married life, not so good."

"Sorry," Harrison said, surprised to find that he genuinely was. He had silently wished the newly weds everything but happiness on their wedding day. Now, on the other hand, he hoped Lindsay and Randall managed to work things out.

He hadn't realised it until right now but he was well and truly over Lindsay. He hoped that they could remain friends and he made the mature decision to do his best to help her with her problems.

It would just have to wait a little while until he sorted out his own. He thought back on what his father had advised him to do regarding Cassie and made up his mind to ignore the advice completely. Screw his advice, he thought, it's not like he was the relationship expert either.

Tru had recently compared Harrison to their father and not in the most favourable way. It had irked him at the time, but he now realised that in some ways she had been right on target. When it came to relationships he was, in his own way, as screwed up as his father was. Well that was going to change, he vowed, he had lost Lindsay after taking bad advice and he wasn't going to lose Cassie the same way.

He grinned widely at his thoughts and turned back to Lindsay. "So Europe…?" he asked.

Lindsay smiled back before launching into a vivid description of her favourite European cities.


"Lindsay?" Tru asked as she answered the phone. It sounded like Lindsay but she could tell from her slightly slurred speech that she had obviously been drinking.

"Yeah," Lindsay replied. "I'm over at Harry's bar."

"Damn," Tru muttered. She'd be having words with her brother later about this.

"Just letting you know I'm going to be staying at his place tonight," Lindsay said. "He said I could crash there. We've a lot to talk about."

"Lindsay, I don't think that's a good idea," Tru said. "I told you he's with someone else now."

"He's not mentioned her all afternoon," Lindsay replied. "And we had a long, looong talk about everything. I don't know what I was thinking marrying Randall sho shuddenly like that. It's over now though and me and Harry are going to make a go of things again."

"Lindsay," Tru cautioned. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Um, just a few," Lindsay answered with a giggle. "And then a few more. Do you think your brother's trying to get me drunk?"

Tru listened as Lindsay collapsed into giggles on the other end of the line. What the hell was her brother thinking?

"Hey Lindsay, come on," Tru heard Harrison call from the other end of the phone. His voice grew clearer as he approached the phone. "Let's get you back to my place."

The line went dead and Tru hung up the phone.

"Problem?" asked Davis from his desk.

"As always," Tru replied.