A/N: Post-ep for The Harriet Dinner Part Two.

Disclaimer: I don't own Studio 60. I do, however, now own it on DVD!

They must have found it odd for me to be running off instead of yelling at Cal. But I didn’t care. I wanted to see if he’d find it. If he’d find me.

I looked for somewhere quiet, and knowing that he’d come running, I hid in plain sight. He’d pass me up before he had a chance to register that I was behind him. It was funny how well I knew him. It was so fast, the adoption of him as my confidant. I was proud of that solid choice.

I had barely moved my fairly pregnant ass into place before he started yelling, calling my name. A laugh bubbled to my lips, but out of nerves and a need to keep quiet I held my tongue. He kept yelling, and the smile on my face grew wider. He’s a smart man. He must’ve been running.

It took him all of thirty seconds to run straight past me and stop a few feet away, surveying the room.

“Turn around,” I invited.

He didn’t move for a moment, obviously letting his brain catch up with his body. My lips twitched in anticipation.

He looked so happy. I realized then that it didn’t take much. He smiled; I kissed him.

Are you ready for this? Absolutely.