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Simplicity

AUTHOR: Amanda J Frechin.
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I don't own the characters from NYPD Blue, but I own Amanda (sound familiar?) Dez, and Kelli.
FEEDBACK: To Amanda J Frechin

Diane ignored the look that Harry gave her when she walked into work. Prick. Asshole. Immature little child...she shook her head. This damn relationship is headed for disaster. She set her purse down on the desk, sighed at the paperwork on it, nodded to Amanda and Dez and concentrated on ignoring Denby some more. After she was situated in her chair going over some mug shots, her eyes caught the tell tale wool pants and blue blazer in front of her. She raised her eyes to stare at Denby impassively.

"Yes?"

"Can we talk?"

Diane gestured to the paperwork around her and tried not to look in Harry's eyes.

"I'm a little busy right now. Can it be said here and quickly?"

Harry sighed and jerked a hand through his hair, catching the attention of all in the room, including Danny and Andy who had just walked in the door.

"Okay, but you're going to regret saying that." His eyes wandered over to Danny and Andy, and she noticed he didn't give a glance to Dez, Amanda or Jon. "I'm sorry for being such a prick this morning." His voice was louder then she wished it would be. "I regret making those comments about your sex life, and I'm sorry about the way I asked you if you nailed Sorenson. I was just...feeling a little weird about the whole thing, and I heard a rumor, and I overreacted. I'm sorry for doing that." He looked pointedly at Danny and then back at her. "I don't want our relationship to be just sex and dishonesty. If you ever want to know anything about me, just ask."

Diane's eyes burned into Harry's. Oh shit! Damn him for doing this....she got up and shot a cold glare at Danny who couldn't help gaping in her direction. Harry looked let down by her reaction and flung his arms out to the sides, following her halfway out of the room.

"What?? You're rejecting me again?"

Diane gave him a look that said 'screw you,' and walked out of the room. Harry's shoulders went down and he slowly walked over to Jon's desk.

"So Jon, what are you doing tonight?"

Harry's made sure he had everyone's attention. Jon put down his pen, crossed his arms and leaned forward on them.

"Probably trying to help you get back into Detective Russell's good graces."

Harry laughed and patted him on the back.

"Well, it's either that or go see a movie together."

Diane had gone home early today. So early in fact, that she hadn't had time to pick up anything for lunch. She slammed the refrigerator door when she found that lacking, and pressed her forehead against the cool surface. After regaining her emotional strength, she headed to the couch to read a book, but she heard really loud music start from somewhere out in the parking lot. Half pissed and half interested when she realized it was Donna Summer's "Hot Stuff," she walked over to the window to see who or what it was.

And promptly dropped whatever she was carrying. There stood Harry, by his car, with the stereo turned up as loud as it could go, wearing only a trench coat and his birthday suite, waving and smiling at the passerby, which had begun to crowed around him a bit. Diane thought she spotted Jon somewhere in the crowd.

When Harry began the slow strip tease in the parking lot of her apartments, Diane covered her eyes and giggled uncontrollably. What the hell was he....? Oh God, it didn't matter. There was an unbelievably sexy naked man in the parking lot of her apartments, making a literal ass out of himself to apologize to her. She swung open the door and ran out of the apartment, trying to get a better look. Jesus, and she thought this morning by the elevator was bold...

"...Looking for some hot stuff baby this evening. Gotta have some hot stuff baby tonight, lookin for some hot stuff baby this evening. Gotta have some hot stuff, gotta have some love tonight. I need hot stuff."

Harry didn't have a problem with being naked in front of anyone, Diane had come to that conclusion. In fact, judging from the flush on his face, he got a little bit of a rush from it. Diane cracked up in laughter and leaned against the brick wall behind her. Oh Lord, this was priceless.

The song ended, and Harry ripped the coat over his body, bowing a little and yelling something over the applause. He spotted Diane and winked a bit, and Diane covered her eyes with one hand, laughing again. Oh how I love him, and how truly sick is he?

Harry sauntered over to her and wrapped her up in a huge, heated kiss and hug. She willingly threw her arms around him and kissed him back, but when they broke apart she hit him on the side of the head.

"You know you're not off the hook for this morning, right?"

He nodded.

"Of course not."

Continued in Part 16.