Stuffed Shirt: Chapter 2
Author's notes:
Apologies for the long delay. But I am back. I finished writing my book. I SAW BSB IN CONCERT! Oh wow! Howie was SUCH a honey! Wow!
I promise to write another Goren Withdrawals soon. Since y'all seem to love it so much. Also, I've been working on a Backstreet Boys movie, called On Tour. If you want to check it out, it's on my myspace, dreamingofthedayhowie
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(Found in the LiveJournal of one of MCS' female officers)
Dear diary,
Another day, another case. Please don't let him be in today...
Oh dear Lord, there he is! You can damn well hear the romantic music as he glides on in, lookin' all hot and sexy. Eames must be blind. She has to be blind. It's the only possible explanation (other than she's gay, which I highly doubt) why she's not sleeping with him.
Or is she?
For "just partners", those two are really close. Almost too close. Girl, I swear, you keep your pretty little manicured hands OFF my Bobby! You had your chance, now move aside!
Oh. My. God. Would you just look at those shoulders. I swear, that detective could turn a straight man gay and a gay woman straight. Dear God. I think heaven's missing an angel and he's wearing a size thirteen shoe. Oh yeah, plus he's walking past my desk...
Oh shit. No, he's not. He's stopping. He's... oh dear Lord.
He's standing right in front of me.
He's looking at me. Christ, he's smiling at me!
Must remain calm. Must not start screaming.
He's talking to me. I can't believe this. Senior Detective Robert Goren is talking to me. Please God, what did I do to deserve this? Because I'd like to do more of it!
Did I just hear right? I think my hearing's given out on me, since my eyes are being assailed with pure perfection. But I'm questioning whether or not Bobby Goren just asked me to lunch...
Nope. My hearing is fine. He did just ask me to lunch.
Wonder if I can go half an hour early, lose twenty pounds and borrow something of Paris Hilton's before lunch?
M. Buckley.