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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 went into work actually wanting to be there for the first time in what felt like forever. What was going to happen with Denby? Was he going to be different around her now? Would he act suave and self assured now that he knew that she....now that he knew that she...what? Could be in the same room as him without gagging? If the truth be known, she could do a hell of a lot more then that.

"Morning Diane."

"Morning Danny. Anything new with you and Mary?"

"Nah, just the usual. Problems up the ass, not speaking to each other, excetera excetera. How about you and Denby? I mean, partner wise?"

Diane drew in a deep breath. Oh boy, he was asking about her and Denby. This can't be good. The outcome might be fatal to her relationship with the whole original precinct, or what is left of it, given the fact that they hated Harry with the fire of a thousand suns.

"We're doing okay. We work well together and stay out each others hair."

"Denby's capable of that?"

"I'm capable of a hell of a lot more than that Sorenson."

Diane and Danny whipped their heads around to find Denby standing by Diane's desk wearing a new suit and a infuriated expression. Diane cursed Danny mentally. Jesus, didn't he realize not to say stuff like that at a place where Denby might be lurking? She forced a smile.

"Yes, I will grant him that much. Morning Harry. What's new?"

Diane didn't think it was possible for humans to growl, but the noise that came out of Harry's throat, soft though it was, sure as hell sounded like a growl. She paled a little and noticed that Harry vaguely reminded her of a wolf going in for the kill.

"Nothing is really new here, Diane. Anything happening with you?" His voice was dangerously soft.

"Okay, I'm not going to pretend like this isn't happening, because that's just plain....juvenile. Calm down Harry, and Danny, be more careful what you say." Diane snapped a bit when she said it. She was so sick of this bullshit!

"Diane, I'm not the one who-" Danny's voice sounded suspiciously like a whine. She held up her hand for silence and Harry noticed it shaking a little.

"Stop, please, just stop. I don't want to hear it."

Diane turned her back on Harry and Danny and made her way to the lockers. Harry gave Danny a withering look and followed. When he saw Diane with her hands on her hips facing the lockers, he tried in vain to lighten the situation.

"Well, I'll have to put him on my list of people to assassinate." A small smile was resting on his face.

"Don't Harry. I'm just so sick of this..."

Harry walked towards her and Diane surprised herself by letting him put his hands on her shoulders.

"I know, I know." His hands and voice mixed was very soothing and Diane felt her anger and hostility slip into nothingness. "Diane, I know this might be inappropriate and out of the blue but," he paused for a moment, and Diane could tell he was trying to think of a way to phrase whatever he was going to say, "but will you come over to my house for dinner."

Diane's back went ridged. She slowly turned around and Harry could see the exhaustion in her pretty eyes.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I will. Where do you live and what time do you want me over?"

"I'll call you later, and bring a movie. A chick flick," Diane smiled. "Wear something comfy. And Diane," she gazed into his eyes.

"Yes?"

He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"It's alright to be upset."

Continued in Part 9.