Lee climbed down the trellis and made it to the bottom without
incident. Good thing one of Amanda's neighbors hadn't see him and
called the cops.
Silently, he crept through the empty yards and slithered behind the
wheel of his car.
Driving through the quiet streets of Virginia, he thought about the
deal he just made with his partner. He wanted her to stay away from
Alan Chamberlin. Red February, and Franco Necci were dangerous.
She did a great job of turning the tables on him. Throwing his own
words back at him. She even quoted the rulebook to him. He agreed to
let her stay on the case, only after she'd promised to leave at the
first sign of trouble.
They shook on it. His fingers lingering in her hand a little longer
than necessary. Her hand warm in his. He looked at her then, really
looked. And he saw not his partner but a beautiful, sexy woman
sitting across from him.
His PLUSE jumped and he wanted desperately to lay her back on the
pillows, pull the RIBBON on her nightgown open, bury his fingers in
those gorgeous, sleep-tousled CURLS of hers, and KISS her senseless.
He had no doubt, he'd do exactly that tonight in his dreams. It would
be a long, long time before he got the image of her padding across
her bedroom, in nothing but a SILK nightgown, out of his mind.
Unless, he found something to replace that image. She was his best
friend, his partner, he shouldn't be thinking about her in that way.
When they wrapped up this whole Red February thing, maybe he'd call
the translator he'd met a few weeks ago. Now what was her name,
Laura, Lucy, Lisa, no Leslie.
Yeah, that's what he'd do. Call Leslie.
End.
Author's Chapter Notes:
This one takes place during the episode A Lovely Little Affair, written by George Geiger and Kathleen A. Shelley. SMK belong to Warner Bros & Shoot the moon production. This story is mine—warts and all.