From: Pridenjoy02@aol.com Sent: Wednesday, May 23, 2001
11:39 PM To: AKBlake@lock-net.com Subject: Want Something
Done - Do It Yourself
Hello, All. I usually
write serious stuff, but this is a angst- ridden piece of fiction.
Sometimes women have to act like the men. E-mail comments, good
or bad to Javieress at Pridenjoy02@AOL.com.
Tracy Vetter sat at her desk doing
paperwork. ALONE, AGAIN. And where was her partner this time?, who the
hell knew. Mr.Moody was probalby down at the Coroners Office swaping
spit with The Doctor To The Dead. Tracy thought to herself "Men are
never where they're supposed to be, and when they are around they act like
complete idiots".
Tracy's mind was
reeling from yet another "not so enligthening " talk with you know who, Mr.
Evasive himself. She should've learned her lesson by now. Vachon
was always so casual about everything, especially relationships. He
got to her, she knew it, and had finally admitted it to herself. But
worse than that was that he knew he got to her too.
Tracy knew Vachon loved watching her fume when
he avoided her questions. When he did answer her about relationships,
it was with some coy remark. She remembered the night at the cafe,
when she and Nick were investigating the Maggie Dwyer Case. She had
implied that "some women" think they are in relationships, although the men
fail to even see a relationship in progress. He had just grinned at
her and asked that if that was true , what could be done about it. She
had been so angry, and frustrated, and about ten other emotions, that all
she could say was "nothing", and get up and leave.
What she had really wanted to say, or rather do,
was kiss him like there was no tommorrow. She laughed inside, thinking
that if she had kissed him, and more, there might not have been a tommorrow.
Tonight she'd been at the church, like so
many other nights, and they had just been sitting around, like so many other
nights. He was playing with his guitar and drinking his dinner, while
she watched him sipping a Cherry Coke. Watching him run his hands up
and down the guitar's neck was making her crazy. What is it about his
hands...and eyes...and lips? Losing the battle with restaint she
blurted out for probably the one-millionth time "Vachon, do you ever think
about a relationship"? He had looked up with a "deer in the headlights
"look and mumbled"Uh... relationship?" She had thrown her hands up,
"Yeah Vachon, a relationship!" He'd just stared at her. "Oh
forget it" she'd said and stormed down the stairs and out the church door.
When she got to work tonight it was no
surprise that yet another man left her hanging, her wonderful, reliable
partner. "Oh screw this, Nick can do his own paperwork for once"!
She swung her chair out and ran out the door.
Vachon
heard her footsteps, heavy, sure steps, and he closed his eyes and inhaled
deeply. He stood just as she reached the top of the stairs.
Usually she plops down on the sofa, but not tonight. Tracy walked
right up to him and said "If you want something done, sometimes you have to
do it yopurself"! Vachon cocked an eyebrow. "Trace, you okay"?
He barely got the words out when she lunged forward and kissed him,
the way she'd wanted to do so many times since the night they met. She
stepped back, and feeling satisfied, very satisfied, she said "Okay, see
ya". She walked, or maybe skipped out of the church, got into her car
and headed home.
Vachon stood
frozen in time(ha ha), wondering what exactly had just happened. He
pressed his now swollen lips together, and a wicked smile crossed his face.
Tracy opened the door to her
apartment, kicked off her shoes, flipped on the light switch, and suddenly
noticed herself face to face with Vachon. "So, you just kiss me and
leave, huh?" "Look Vachon...", but before she could finish his hands
were cupping her face, his eyes burning a hole in her. She'd been so
brazen earlier, and now she was putty. Vachon watched as Tracy turned
the softest shade of pink, and thought to himself, "No wonder I love her so
much".
