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Okay, so I'm on my way to McCoy's office and I admit that I'm walking kinda fast. I can't seem to slow down the pace. My mind is bouncing around so much that I almost get hit by a cab. Once I focus on the cabbie yelling his brand of obscenities at me, I give him my "I'm a cop so don't fuck with me" glare and keep walking. My mind takes off again, in time with my feet.
Lennie. I think he's on to something, but I can't imagine he's really on to that. His eyes did the unblinking thing again when I got off the phone and told him I needed to go to the DA's office. I didn't have to tell him -- Jack (and see, now I'm trying to think of him as "Jack") said I should come by later, not during work. But I blurted it out. Lennie stared. Then asked me what case it was for, and goddamn it, I didn't have an answer. So my eyes refused to blink, until I shrugged and told him I was getting a soda. (Never mind that I hate the shit in those machines.) I left.
Jack. McCoy. Jack, damn it. Why do I think there was something behind his request? Because I do, I sure as hell do. I only hope that my voice sounded normal when I told him I'd be over as soon as I got off. As soon as my shift was over, I should've said. Got off? What was I thinking? I wasn't, and that right there was... is the problem. I was hearing things in his voice, reviewing all of the signals that've been thrown at me over the past months, my stomach was starting to take a dive, and I ended up sounding like an idiot.
I arrive at Hogan Place. Going against the traffic flow, I get in the elevator and punch the ten. My mind is suddenly way too quiet. The elevator is rising way too fast. Eight, nine, ten, and I'm on his floor, moving. I notice that his blinds are closed, but there's light so he's really there. The blinds are closed. My stomach dives again. They're never closed. I knock, though I never do. I hear footsteps, and I'm trying to judge how quickly he's walking. Faster than normal? Would I know? The door opens. I'm really thrown. He's smiling.
"Ed, thanks for coming," he says, standing aside and waving me in.
Ed, he called me Ed, and he's only done that seven other times. I smile, too, and walk in, then don't know what to do so I stand between the desk and the couch. The couch I've had any number of fantasies about, I admit. Leather can be very... very. He approaches. He's in my personal space. Way in. My heart pounds -- I was right. He wants to say something. He's so close, I can't take it. I make my move.
I kiss him.
End.
On to Part Six, Anita's POV, by Lynk13
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Green (McCoy)
Author's Note: Part V of the "impromptu round robin."
Copyright May, 2003, Cassatt