Disclaimer: I had a dream once...and I directed an episode...it was great. But in reality...nope. Can't say that I own them...because I don't. *sigh*
Spoilers: Somewhere in Season 9...I guess...No Mattie and no Clay.
Rating: PG for a little language...
Author's Note: I'm not sure what's going on. Sometimes I find myself working in the middle of "Wrong Place, Worst Time", and then an idea pops into my head...and I find myself typing paragraphs of stuff completely unrelated to the story I was writing in the first place. *shrugs* I do what my muse tells me to do.
I tried to think of a better title, cuz honestly, I think it gives the story away...but oh well. Also, this story is meant to be silly, so the characterizations may seem off. Hope you like it!
Falls Church, Virginia
It was late. The office was practically dead and Harm was still at his desk. Staring at his computer screen. He folded his hands and leaned forward on the desk to read it one last time...
Okay...so I was a complete ass today. That remark in court was way below the belt...and I'm sorry. And, yes, I just apologized. I really am sorry.
Things between us lately have been crazy...and I'm not quite sure where to go from here, but I want to take a step to help make things better. So, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say what I've been meaning to say ever since I realized it.
Harm stopped and leaned back. The e-mail ended there. He slowly typed the word "love". Then he paced the office for a few minutes, sat back down and typed the rest of the sentence.
"I'm in love with you," he repeated quietly. Then he quickly typed some more. When finished, he leaned back in his chair to read the rest of it...
~I'm in love with you. I know this may seem sudden and I may sound crazy to you, but I really mean it. I don't want to go into details in an e-mail, so I'm hoping we can talk. I mean really talk and work things out. Please write back or come see me. I'll be waiting.
He shook his head and chuckled to himself. He highlighted the whole email. His finger hovered above the delete key, but this time his finger didn't want to push it. He gulped, remembering how many times before he had written e-mails similar to this one. How he always ended up deleting them and never sending them.
He sat there, his hand still in the air just above the key. His heart beat faster as he began to contemplate actually sending it this time...
"Officer on deck!!" someone yelled loudly.
Harm jumped up and stumbled backwards, tripping over his chair and crashing to the ground with a thud. Sturgis was laughing so hard, he leaned on the door for support. Harm got up glaring and growled, "Sturgis...that was not funny."
"Sorry, Harm..., couldn't resist!" Sturgis laughed. "You were just sitting there, spaced out...you jumped up so high... It was like you were ejecting out of an F-14!"
"Ha Ha," Harm chuckled sarcastically, surprised by how amused Sturgis was by the whole thing. He was usually a no-nonsense type of guy. He rubbed his back and sat back down in his chair.
"Why are you here so late, anyway?" Sturgis asked, sitting a file for Harm on the desk.
"Nothing," Harm said quickly, but that wasn't good enough for Sturgis.
"You're hiding something," Sturgis said, observing Harm's fidgety behavior.
"No, I'm not," Harm smiled, trying to act cool. His finger hovering above the delete button again. If Sturgis came too close, the e-mail was going to be deleted permanently...
"Ok, don't tell me," Sturgis sighed. "It's not like we haven't known each other for years..."
"Don't pull that guilt stuff on me, Sturgis, " Harm called after him as he walked out. "That doesn't work on me!"
When Sturgis was completely out of sight, Harm returned his attention to the e-mail. He took a deep breath, read it again and finally decided not to send it. He clicked DELETE and he let out the air he was holding. He would try again some other day. He frowned when his computer made a strange bleeping sound. He stared at the screen and sighed heavily, "Oh, for crying out loud!"
There was an error message and it said, "Could not complete request."
"Stupid computer," he muttered. For some reason, his computer wasn't deleting the e-mail message. He clicked a few more times, pressed a few keys and realized now the computer was frozen.
"Great," he fumed and smacked the machine angrily. It made a weird sound and then reported the request was completed. He smiled until he saw the next message that popped up on the screen.
"Email has been sent."
"Oh no!" he hissed under his breath as he watched the little icon in the corner animate; telling him his e-mail was on it's way. "Oh, man...come back..."
He stood up and paced and then looked at the screen again...He never meant to actually send it! Well, there was one way to solve this. Get in Mac's computer and delete it before she saw it. That was simple enough, right?
Than another animation in the corner of his screen caught his eye. He now had a new message in his inbox. He frowned in confusion and opened it. His eyes scanned the words and his jaw dropped. It was the same e-mail he had just written to Mac!
"Oh, God...," he started to hyperventilate and than told himself, "It's okay, Harm...you just sent it to yourself...don't panic..."
He checked who it was actually sent to and nearly vomited.
"Time to panic..." he said to himself in a grave manner. That e-mail, containing the confession of his true feelings for Mac, he had inadvertently sent to the entire bullpen by mistake!
"Oh, shit...," he muttered.
To be continued...
Next part tomorrow...I hope...