NOTE- I do NOT own any of the characters or media from Night Court. All rights go to Starry Night Productions, NBC, WB, and anybody else associated with it. I am not making money from these stories.

I know I still have other stories to finish but I couldn't help it. This story suddenly popped into my mind and had to write it! Enjoy! ~markaleen


Harry was sitting at his desk. He was finally starting to get used to the new attorneys, the new clerk, and a new bailiff. Thank God, Roz was still around. Yes, he was getting used to the changes, but he still felt a huge loss. He continued with his paperwork, he was almost through when he heard a light knock at his door.

"It's open." The door slowly opened. When he looked up he looked up he couldn't believe who was standing there in the doorway. "Christine…"

Teary eyed, Christine smiled, "Hi Harry."

Harry stood up, walked over to her, and hugged her. "What on earth are you doing here?" He asked still hugging her.

"Oh… I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by…"

Harry stepped back so he could look at her. "Conference?"

All she could do was look at him. She wanted to speak but she was afraid her emotions would escape her.

He looked at her confused and a bit concerned, "Christine?"

"Yes?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah…" she couldn't lie to him, she walked over to the sofa, sat down, and covered her face with her hands. "Oh Harry, I didn't just happen to be in the neighborhood, I flew here to see you."

Harry rushed over and knelt before Christine, "You did?"

"Yes."

"Is everything okay? Look at me." He took her hands away from her face and held them in his.

"No, I miss this place, I miss this job, and most of all I miss you!"

He wasn't really sure how to respond. He missed her so much. He didn't expect to see her ever again. He thought for a moment, he had to say something. It was hard enough saying goodbye the first time and he was selfishly hoping that he wouldn't have to do it again. "Oh Christine, I've miss you too!" That was really the only thing he could say.

"You have?"

"Of course I have!"

Nothing else was said for a few minutes. Eventually, Harry got up and sat down next to Christine on the sofa. "So… when do you have to be back in D.C.?"

She sighed, "Tomorrow…"

"Oh." He sighed as well.

Suddenly, Christine began crying, "Harry, I don't want to go back! I thought I could handle a change like this but I can't. I feel so alone there. Yes, I am surrounded by a bunch of people everyday but other than Charlie I am all alone."

Harry looked at Christine sympathetically, and then something occurred to him. "Wait a minute… Didn't Dan follow you?"

Christine rolled her eyes as she wiped them, "Yes he did, but finally after a week I had had it. The constant begging, though not as disgusting as usual, the flowers, the phone calls – I had to just sit him down and tell him that we were never going to happen, that I didn't feel the same way he did. Last I heard he was finding work in D.C. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't have been so rough on him, but I, again, was under so much stress, and I really just didn't want to risk it with him. I've only ever seen him as a friend. He said he'd still write but I haven't heard much." She sighed, "Maybe I shouldn't have push him away, at least I would have has someone I really knew around…" She started to cry again.

Harry put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. "I am so sorry. Is there… anything I can do?"

"I don't know. I thought by coming here and seeing you would somehow solve everything but… I think I've just managed to remind myself of how much I lo- miss you. I've wanted to call you or write to you but it just wouldn't be the same. Also, it would be another reminder of being far away from you. I knew that moving wasn't going to be easy at first but it's been several weeks now and I just keep feeling more and more sad. Harry, what am I going to do?"

He wanted to smile at the fact that she almost said 'love' but he knew that it wasn't the time. She was obviously very distraught. "Christine… If only I knew what to say to make everything better… You seem really depressed being in D.C., but I'm afraid that you're not in a position to be able to just quit."

"I know! That's part of the problem. I feel so trapped which is making it worse!"

"Would it help is I flew back with you for a little while?"

She looked up at him while he wiped her wet eyes, "What?"

"Would it-"

"No, I heard what you said but… how would that help?"

"A familiar face around might be good for a little while."

"I guess but…"

Harry looked at her for a couple seconds waiting to see if she finished. "But what?"

"I don't want to have to say goodbye to you again."

He sighed, "I know… but we're going to have to anyway… It definitely won't be easy, but I really think it would help."

"Harry, I don't want to get used to having you around because then when you have to leave I'll be right back to where I am now!"

He paused for a moment, "You have a point I guess…" He looked at Christine. She looked tired, as if she hadn't slept in days. "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"Six P.M."

"Well in that case I think we can finish talking about this later. Right now I think you should try and get some rest."

"Okay…" she laid her head back onto Harry's shoulder. "Do you still have court?"

"No, we adjourned a little while ago, so just close your eyes and try and get some sleep. It looks like you could use it."

"I could." She looked up at him for a minute. She didn't think it was possible to have missed him so much. Even though she was a wreck, she felt safe and comforted in Harry's arms. "Will you stay here?"

He smiled and kissed her forehead, "Of course I will." It took almost no time at all for Christine to fall asleep. Harry watched her, he knew that he had missed her a lot, but seeing her again made him realize just how much was missing with her gone. He couldn't imagine saying goodbye again either. He looked around his office for a minute, and then his eyes went back to Christine. Slowly, he lay down on the couch with Christine still fast asleep in his arms. She wasn't the only one who could use some sleep.