"Harry?"

"Yeah, I know, you hit power first then the time. Is sixty seconds about right?"

"Here." She reset the buttons and got the thing working right. "Let me help."

"I'm a little more adept with the newer models, really. This isn't exactly the Ritz Cartlon, but at least it's a step up from Don's dump of a hide-out. You know you've been under cover too long when you start to long for your own appliances."

Harry tried to stall but he knew they would soon be leaving. There were reports and statements to file, not to mention a certain pissed off IAB sergeant to deal with. He'd tried to show Diane what he felt for her last night, and this morning, but women needed words.

When the microwave beeped, Harry jumped and blurted out, "I want you to meet my mother."

"What did you say?"

Her shocked countenance made him peddle faster. "Well, crime scene won't be finished until tomorrow probably, and the Dominicans still might think you've got something to do with Don's stash, so going back to your apartment wouldn't be the best idea anyways. And, well, between the pink walls and ill-timed room service this place is not the most conducive environment for rest OR recreation. Are we agreed on that?"

She nodded cautiously, "Agreed. But what does that have to do with your mother?"

"You'd be safe there for a few days."

Diane couldn't believe what she was hearing. For some reason it hadn't really occurred to her that a man like Harry Denby would have a mother, let alone one that still spoke to him. The quaintness of his suggestion caught her completely off guard.

He waited, almost holding his breath. If Diane had played her hand by laying down next to him last night, Harry had just seen her bet and raised it.

Diane was just opening her mouth to answer him, when a new knock came at the door.

Harry's door, this time.

"That's it, I'm gonna kill that Medavoy leprechaun..." Harry said as he strode off to open the door. But when he opened it, he found Lt. Fancy waiting outside looking serious and grim.

"Denby, we've got a problem." Fancy motioned to Medavoy who was further back in the hall and continued, "Greg, would you ask Diane to meet us in here, in Denby's room?"