"Coming?" Dan said impatiently.
"I'm not done," Colleen said.
"Well, finish in the morning," he said. "Let's go home – I'm starved."
"This can't wait," Colleen said apologetically, peering at the page and trying to get the white-out applied just right. "It has to be ready for the judge first thing tomorrow."
"Get one of the other girls to handle it," Dan ordered, although he couldn't have failed to see that the office was deserted apart from Colleen.
She bit her lip, eyes on the keys of her typewriter, trying to think of a way to point out what he already knew. "I really think I ought to, Dan," she said at last. "It's a big case."
So suddenly it made her jump, he was beside her, leaning over her to read over her shoulder. "Jackson? That's one of Jack McCoy's cases, isn't it? You hoping he'll bring you roses?"
"Of course not," Colleen said. "I just want to do my job right, Dan. Like you're always telling me."
"Jesus, Colleen, I'm about to keel over from hunger here! I never meant that typing up some ADA's chicken-scratch handwriting was more important than getting dinner on the table."
Colleen breathed in and out, carefully. "Why don't I order you in something?" she suggested meekly.
"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your typing," Dan said. "I can use a goddamn phone."
He shut the door to his office with a slam.
A moment later, Colleen heard it open again.
She kept typing, feeling his eyes on her the whole time.
