No one appreciated the stress of having a crew. It wasn't keeping them in line, or feeding them. It was the fact when you wanted a bit of alone time with your girl they were harder to get rid of than scabies. Especially when they found out it was for Ms. Santos, all of the sudden they had great ideas, were just trying to help. It was enough to drive him actually insane.
But between Brian's quiet help, and Terry's ear cuffing when that didn't work, Harvey had managed to clear out the lot of them. Now it was just a question of when she'd be coming back from Metropolis. There'd been some case that had needed her, some pitiful schmuck that had gotten himself locked up on supposed "bogus charges". If he were a lesser man he'd have thrown a fit, but what kind of man did that on Valentine's Day?
So instead he waited, they waited, cleaning his guns meticulously to keep his hands busy. Dinner was on standby, from her favourite restaurant, Harvey had persuaded the chef to take a day off. His office looked like some victorianesque castle, dim lit with vases of flowers lining the walls. And his desk had been cleared, to make room for the plates, currently covered in a cloth that kept gun oil from getting onto the wood.
Why ain't she here, yet?
"Work, it's not like we're expecting her anytime soon.'
It's too fuckin' quiet, maybe we should go get her a stuffed animal.
"Having one delivered later, it's getting a makeover first.'
The problem with people nowadays was they had no taste. So Harvey might have had to beat some into a toymaker in order to get the teddy to look right. Speaking of teddies, his head turned to eye the box set up in the chair that'd been scooted to the corner, and the fur coat hung over the back of the chair. It was going to be a good night. The door rattled as it was slammed shut, Harvey's lips curling as he slid the now reassembled guns aside. Perfect timing.
She looks angry...
And it looked damned good on her, as did the suit she wore, head canting to get a better angle and less glare from the light bulb. Good enough to eat, which they would do later. Picking up his phone, he sent the green light for the chef to start bringing out plates as he held out an arm after scooting back from the desk.
"Rough day, dolly?' He crooned sympathetically.
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