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Hawkeye had brought Margaret into work with him. They showed up earlier so that they could get there before Michelle got there. They had a plan, but Hawkeye wasn't too happy with it.
"Are you sure that you want to do this?" he asked. Margaret sighed.
"It's the only way," she said crossing her arms.
"But Margaret, I don't have a closet in here, the only place that you can hide is under the desk, and I don't think that you would want to sit there for more then ten seconds," he said.
Margaret walked around and looked at the space under the desk. He was right, there was no way that she would be comfortable under there, but she had to. It was either that or go on not trusting him.
"I'll take the desk," she said.
"Well, okay," he said.
Hawkeye stepped back and waited until Margaret got around. He just watched her as she sat down and scooted herself under the desk.
"Just let me know if you need to come out of there," he said.
Hawkeye went and sat down in his chair. He then just waited for Michelle to come in.
"Any minute now," he said.
They both waited about five minutes before she came in. Like every day, her casual walk in to try to seduce him.
"Good morning Dr. Pierce," she said all too cheerfully.
"Good morning Michelle," he said with out any emotion.
"You sound like you've had a bad morning. Why not let me make it all better?" she asked leaning down on his desk and smiling straight into his eyes.
"I don't think you can," he said.
"Why? You still love your wife right?" she asked.
"You know how I feel," he said. She stood up and sighed. This was going no where.
"Did you think about what I said?" she asked.
Margaret could see Hawkeye tense up. She was now very interested in what had happened there yesterday.
"I did," Hawkeye said sighing, "and I just hope that you're wrong." Michelle smiled.
"Ah, so you hope that I'm wrong. That just tells me that you don't know yourself," she said.
Hawkeye just eyed her as she walked over to the other side. There was something so evil about the way she was smirking. The sparkle in her eyes seemed to grow when he became concerned about Margaret and what he was doing to her.
"So, tell me, which ones did you have to say yes to yesterday," she said and then walked over to the desk. He felt as if she were trying to intimidate him.
"How many times did you have to ask her to marry you? Maybe she was just getting sick of you asking and decided to give up and yes," she said.
Hawkeye just sat back and stared. What was he going to say to that? He did ask her a couple times just to get her to come and join him.
"I can tell just by the look of your face that you had to give it a few tries. How about a kid? Did she feel bad for keeping it away from you? Or were you feeling like you needed to be able to help out?" Michelle asked.
"That's none of your business," he said.
Margaret closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wood. She hated hearing some one put him through that. Right now all she wanted to do was to get out and punch that lady. But she couldn't. There was no way that she could show herself before Michelle left.
"You shouldn't have said that. All it does is tell me that you did have a kid with her," Michelle said.
"So why not leave the poor woman alone and come live with me? She can go find some one that she actually loves and we can love each other," Michelle said.
"No," Hawkeye said.
"Well, alright then. I guess I'll have to try again tomorrow," Michelle said and the left.
Hawkeye looked down and sighed. She struck a nerve and she wasn't about to let it go.
"Can I get out now?" Margaret asked.
"Yeah," Hawkeye absent mindedly responded.
He stood up and moved the chair back then knelt down to help Margaret out of the small crawl space. He put his arm around her shoulders and helped her to slide out. Margaret could feel that he was tense. She sat there and the floor and gave him a look of sympathy.
"I guess you proved me wrong," she said. Hawkeye nodded and then stood up and helped her up.
"That's good," he said. He walked over and stared out the window with his back facing her.
"But can I prove her wrong?" he asked. Margaret walked up behind him and grabbed his shoulders.
"You know that I love you," she said. Hawkeye softly smiled and turned around. He needed to hear that.
"I love you to," he said and then kissed her.