Disclaimer- Of course, you know I'm still working on a plan to wrest control from Tailwind Productions. Just kidding, Tim and Allan, unless you'd like to give them to me?
Author's Note- Man, it feels weird to write all by myself on this one. I hope you all remember to review. (Puppy dog eyes to all who read)
All morning Garret Macy had felt this crawling sensation of eyes following him. Even in his office, he felt as though someone were watching him. When he returned from lunch, there was a note on his desk in a hand writing he didn't recognize. He unfolded it and his eyes narrowed as he read.
He walked over to Jordan's office and stuck his head inside.
"I'm taking the rest of the day off, Jordan. You're in charge." Jordan looked up from the paperwork on her desk.
"What's up?" She asked a concerned look crossing her face, Garret never left early.
"Some personal business, I'll see you tomorrow." Garret walked back to his office, grabbed his coat and left. In the elevator, he looked at the note again, if this was some pathetic attempt to get his attention, he'd kill him.
Thirty minutes later Garret stood by the entrance to the Swan Boats on the Boston Common, looking around for the familiar hunched shape. He didn't think he'd go to the trouble of leaving a cryptic note just to stand him up.
Scanning the few people on the Common, he still saw no sign of the man. There was a striking looking redhead walking toward him who looked very familiar, but he would have remembered a woman that beautiful, if he'd ever met her. As he returned to searching the area for the man he was supposed to meet, the woman passed within feet of him. Wafting toward him on the scent of something familiar but just outside immediate recollection came the soft words spoken with a Scottish burr. "Follow me, Garret, it's about Harry." She continued to glide past him to a bench several yards away and took possession of it like a queen ascending her throne.
He stood for a moment before moving to follow her. This was some scheme of Harry's and Garret was going to throttle him when he bothered to make an appearance. He walked up to the bench and glared at the woman, who merely looked at him speculatively as though he were an interesting bystander at a party.
"Where's Harry?" He growled.
"Good question, I've been wondering that for a week myself." The woman tossed her flame red hair over her shoulder. "Do sit, you're blocking my view."
He planted his feet firmly and glared at her. "Oh don't get your back up at me, laddie buck, I didn't create the situation, well that isn't entirely true, but I'm trying to fix it. Now sit and relax, learn to live in the moment. You'd think a doctor would be more careful of his blood pressure and not stress so much. I won't tell you anything and you hulking over me like the grand inquisitor." She looked up at him with vivid green eyes and closed her lips. Garret had the impression that this woman would sit until the end of time, patient and immovable, saying not another word until he sat. He took the last few steps, turned and sat.
"Now there's a lad. I swear but you've the look of him when he's being thwarted. All thunder and glaring eyes, even the same line between your brows, although with yours being more pronounced, I'd say you've not the patience of Job." Her smile only served to make Garret more irritated and even more certain he'd met her.
"Where have we met?" He asked shortly.
She smiled. "Think you know me, do you? Well they do say blood calls to blood, brother mine."
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