DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story
do not belong to me. They are the property of Warner Brothers and Shoot the
Moon Productions.
AUTHOR: Mindy
RATING: PG
TIMELINE: Third season, immediately
following “J. Edgar’s Ghost”
SYNOPSIS: This is just a little tale of
what might have happened during the ‘blackmail date’. I tried to stay true to
cannon.
FEEDBACK: Sure, why not. Please note,
however, that this is my first fanfiction attempt.
ARCHIVE: Just ask.

When
you’re talking about love, you have to be patient.
Lee
Stetson exhaled forcefully, running a hand through his hair. Those seemingly
innocuous words, said by anyone else would not have fazed him. But coming from
Amanda, pleading with those soulful brown eyes, those words now echoed through
his mind, and caused his heart to quicken a little.
Did
she know?
Sure,
the context of the conversation had been innocent enough. They had been arguing
about taking Agnes in for questioning about Nick Cross. The creep had not only
compromised many sensitive operations, he had also ripped the very heart out of
Agnes, leaving her feeling used and foolish. When you’re talking about love …
Lee
thought again about Amanda’s words and the look in her eyes. Amanda was so much
wiser in these areas than he. Could she possibly know what one word, one touch,
one shy smile from her did to him?
The
anticipation of this evening had his stomach tied in knots. Sure, he had shared
many meals with Amanda. Heck, lunching together had become almost habit. But
never had the prospect filled him with such, such -- what? Excitement? Nervousness? Trepidation? … Fear?
They
would start with dinner at Spencer’s and take it from there. Dinner was the
price to be paid for the negative to that ridiculous picture of him at the
Christmas party three years ago. Lee couldn’t help the grin that appeared just
from thinking about Amanda’s little blackmail scheme. She was absolutely
irresistible when she got that playful gleam in her eye; that cute little
cat-that-ate-the-canary expression on her face. Come to think of it, who would want
to resist?
“Face
it, Stetson,” he told himself, “you’re a goner, and it’s time to own up!” Would
tonight be the night he let her know his feelings? Well, they’d start with
dinner and take it from there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh my
gosh!
Does
he know?
Amanda
King took a deep breath, trying to quell the butterflies swarming in her
stomach. It didn’t work. She held a cool hand to her cheeks that were burning
in remembrance of her actions earlier that day. It wasn’t her nature to be
particularly flirtatious, and she certainly wasn’t prone to blackmailing her
friends. Still, as she recalled the glint in Lee’s eyes as he’d leaned across
the desk, accepting the price to be paid for the incriminating negative, Amanda
realized he was anything but put out about the situation.
“He
knows as well as I do,” she thought. “So, if it’s up to me to push the envelope
a bit, so be it!”
Their
changing relationship unnerved as well as excited her. The agonizingly slow
progress from the day they’d met until now replayed in her mind’s eye. With a
sigh of satisfaction, Amanda realized that she wouldn’t change a thing. The
snail’s pace of their relationship had allowed a solid, deep friendship to
build. There was no doubt in her mind about Lee’s caring and devotion to her.
As he had proved more than once, Lee would sacrifice everything for her, and
what was even more rewarding, he now openly acknowledged his admiration of her
abilities and insights on the job.
This
night was different. All of the lunches, the embassy parties, the drinks at
Monk’s after work, even the occasional dinner at his apartment were one thing,
but this was something entirely different. Although it was unspoken, they both
knew that this was some kind of turning point, raising their partnership to a
new level.
Amanda
had driven the boys to a sleepover an hour ago, and her mother had just called
out a cheery goodnight as she left for an evening of dinner and cards with
friends. Although Amanda had suggested meeting at the restaurant, Lee had
insisted on picking her up. Now, she stood in front of the mirror, smoothing
her dress as she anxiously studied her reflection. Lee always complimented her
when she wore red. She had never had occasion to wear this dress, and thought
tonight would be the perfect opportunity. It was form fitting without clinging,
with a V-neckline that was just low-cut enough to be interesting. The effect
was exactly right, she thought. Now, if those butterflies would just calm down
…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lee
parked the ‘Vette at the curb in front of the house on Maplewood Drive and
headed for the front door. Squaring his shoulders, he straightened his tie and
brushed a speck of lint from his navy blazer. Amanda always commented on how
nice he looked in this jacket, and the tie was a new one she had helped him
pick out during their lunch break one day last week. He pressed the bell and
wondered once again at the strange sensation in his stomach.
“It’s
just Amanda,” he told himself. “My Amanda.”
The
doorbell echoed through the oddly silent house and Amanda headed downstairs.
Opening the door, her eyes met Lee’s and they both broke into spontaneous
smiles.
“It
feels funny letting you in the front door,” Amanda said.
“Tell
me about it,” Lee said, nodding in agreement. “Especially when I’m not decked
out like the exterminator or the pizza guy.” His eyes swept over her as she
stepped back from the door, and he took in a sharp breath. “You look fabulous!”
Amanda
felt a blush creep over her cheeks as he took in the full picture. “Why thank
you, sir. You’re looking quite dashing
yourself this evening. Nice tie.”
“Oh,
you like this do you?” he asked, fingering the object in question. “Someone
with exquisite taste helped me choose it.” Glancing around, Lee finally figured
out what was so unusual. “It’s quiet in here. I know that doesn’t happen very
often.”
“Amazing,
isn’t it,” Amanda agreed. “The boys are at a sleepover birthday party, and
Mother is out with the girls tonight.”
“Well,
we’d better head out ourselves if we want to keep our reservation. Shall we?”
Lee offered his arm.
Walking
to the car, Amanda once again felt Lee’s glance taking her in. Catching the
question in her eyes, he suddenly grinned widely. “I was just remembering that
‘Hot Mama’ T-shirt of yours. You know,
the more I think about it, the more appropriate it seems.”
“Watch
it, Stetson!” Amanda tried in vain to muster a stern look as he helped her into
the car. Suddenly their eyes locked,
and her breath caught in her throat.
Lee
leaned in close to her ear and said in almost a whisper, “Oh, I certainly
intend to do that, Mrs. King. Watch it, that is.” He closed her door and went
around to his own. Sliding into his seat, he bent to retrieve a single red
rose, and presented it to her with a flourish. “For you, lovely lady.”
“Oh,
Lee! Thank you!” Amanda was taken aback by the gesture.
The
ride to Spencer’s was relatively quiet, but there was something akin to an
electric current between the two partners that you could almost reach out and
touch. Amanda sensed Lee’s eyes on her more than once, and returned his look
with a shy smile.
Spencer’s
had the perfect ambiance for a romantic dinner for two. Lee and Amanda
conversed easily as they ate salads, some of the earlier tension draining away.
They talked about Lee’s decision to start looking for a new apartment now that
his building had sold to new owners, and they discussed Amanda’s attempt to
juggle the boys’ increasingly busy schedules with her own.
“Phillip’s
really starting to put on some height,” Lee observed. As Amanda looked up in
surprise he continued. “What? Are you surprised I noticed?”
“Well
-- yes, I guess so.” Amanda acknowledged.
“You
know, Amanda, I’ve been watching those boys grow up for the last three years.
What with your stories about them and my own observations, I feel like I know
them.” He paused, looking down at his hands for a moment, and then looked back
up, locking eyes with her. “I hope -- well, I hope that someday I really can
get to know them.”
Amanda
struggled to swallow over the lump that was rising in her throat. The waiter
appeared at that moment, and the pair was silent as their entrees were served.
Afterwards the silence stretched as they sampled their food. Amanda was certain
the meal was superb, but those darn butterflies were at it again, and she might
as well have been eating cardboard.
Finally
she decided the quiet had lasted long enough. “I’m sure glad that the Cross
report didn’t take too long to wrap up. Do you want me to start gathering
information on the Silva case on Monday?
“Uh-uh.”
Lee shook his head and stretched his hand across the table, grasping Amanda’s.
“No shop talk allowed tonight, remember?”
“Oh,
right.” Amanda glanced down at their two hands clasped together. His touch
never failed to affect her, and now, as Lee’s thumb began to rub gently back
and forth against her hand, what little appetite she had for the food on her
plate disappeared completely. She reluctantly began to draw her hand away but
Lee grasped it tighter.
“Amanda.”
He once again demanded that her eyes meet his own, and Amanda’s fork clattered
to the plate as she looked up, answering his silent plea. Lee cleared his
throat and began again. “Neither one of
us seems to be very hungry after all.”
Smiling
sheepishly, Amanda looked back at the barely touched food on her plate. “I
know. I’m sorry, Lee,” she began, but he cut her off.
“No.
It’s all right.” He gave her hand one last squeeze before releasing it. “I
think if it’s okay with you, maybe we should go somewhere and talk.” At
Amanda’s mute nod of agreement he signaled the waiter for the check, and soon
they were back outside in the brisk night air. Wordlessly they entered the car
and Lee steered toward a familiar area. Amanda knew instinctively where they
were headed. Suddenly, Lee began to chuckle softly.
“What
gives, Scarecrow?” Amanda demanded.
“Oh,
I was just remembering that very first day when I asked you to meet me at that
party with the package.”
“Ooh!”
Amanda winced at the memory. “There you were in your tuxedo while I -- well,
I’m still not sure I’ve forgiven you for that one!”
“I
believe your exact words were something like ‘hideously underdressed,’” Lee
said with a grin. Amanda attempted a
playful swat, but Lee intercepted the hand before it reached its target and
brought it to his lips for a quick kiss. “No violence, Mrs. King!” he
admonished softly.
“Oh,
all right!” She smiled back at him. “And I guess I actually have forgiven you
for that little slip. Heaven knows there are plenty of other things I could be
mad at you about.”
“Amanda,
you cut me to the quick! You know, you weren’t exactly the most cooperative
person that day; you didn’t even bring the package like I asked you to.” He
shook his head with a smile as he continued. “Little did I know that would be
the first of many, many times when you didn’t do what I asked.”
“But
you’ve learned to deal with it,” Amanda said smugly, patting him on the arm.
Lee
shook his head ruefully as he pulled the car to the curb. “Only because you’re
usually right. Okay.” He turned to face
her. “Here we are. Do you want to walk, or will it be too cold?”
“I’m
fine,” Amanda assured him. “By all means, let’s walk.”
The
moonlight joined with the streetlights to illuminate the way as Lee and Amanda
strolled to the steps of the Jefferson Memorial. Almost unconsciously, each
reached for the other’s hand as they walked, comfortable and content just being
together. Finally reaching their destination, Lee turned Amanda to face him and
took both of her hands in his own.
“Have
I told you how absolutely stunning you look this evening?” he asked.
“Why,
I believe you did mention something to that effect,” Amanda said lightly, “but
thank you again.”
They
continued to stand that way, facing each other, hands clasped, until at last
Lee took a deep breath and plunged ahead.
“You
know, don’t you.” It was more a statement than a question.
A
brief flicker of uncertainty crossed Amanda’s face until she looked up into his
eyes and saw her answer there. Nodding slowly, she answered him. “Yes, I know.”
She paused, then looking earnestly into his hazel eyes she continued. “But Lee,
you don’t have to say anything. I mean, I know how hard it is for you to talk
…”
“Shh,”
he cut her off. “No, I want to do this -- I need to do this.” Lee looked
around and spied a low wall for them to perch on as they continued their
conversation. “Let’s sit,” he said, pulling her down, keeping her left hand
firmly clasped in his right. “You know,” he began, “sometimes I feel like you
know me better than I know myself. So maybe the things I have to say are things
you already know. But I need you to please listen and understand that this is
all very new territory for me.”
Amanda
nodded and shifted her hand so that their fingers were entwined. “I’m
listening.”
“You
know how I was talking earlier about looking for a new apartment?” At her nod
he continued. “Well, it’s not just because of new management like I said
before. It’s, well, I guess it’s mostly because I feel the need for a fresh
start. We both know that I’ve had a very, um, active social life in the past.”
Lee glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and Amanda unsuccessfully
tried to smother a grin.
“Interesting
choice of words, Stetson!”
“You’re
not going to make this easy on me, are you?” he asked, returning her grin.
“Anyway, you know what I’m talking about. The point is that was all in the
past. I know I haven’t exactly broadcast it from the rooftop, but I haven’t
dated anyone since Leslie, and Lord knows that was a disaster!” At Amanda’s
knowing look, Lee’s eyes widened in sudden understanding. “You had that all
figured out too, didn’t you?”
Shrugging
slightly, Amanda looked down. “Well, let’s just say Leslie seemed a little too
familiar in some ways.”
Lee
laughed out loud. “Amanda King, if I live to be one hundred, I’ll never be as
wise as you. But you just let me
flounder along until I finally figure out things in my own dim way.”
“I
wish I was as wise as you seem to think. I was pretty confused about things
back then myself,” Amanda admitted. She paused then asked, “You really want to
move? That’s a pretty drastic measure.”
“I
want a new apartment in a new building with a new phone number. I’m ready to
sever all of those old ties.” A look of determination crossed his face.
“Amanda, the only woman I’ve seen after working hours in recent months is you.
I have no desire to see anyone but you. I’m not even sure I could lay hands on
my little black books anymore. I guess they’re gathering dust in some corner of
my desk.” Amanda looked up at him, wondering if she should speak, but Lee
suddenly rose and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve foolishly tried to tell myself
that we’re just friends, but it’s not working anymore. I can’t imagine my life
without you, Amanda, and I guess that’s what scares me to death.” He stopped in
front of her and once more took her hands in his. “I don’t want to mess this
up. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. You’re the best friend I’ve ever
had.”
“I
know, Lee,” Amanda said soothingly, “and I’m a little scared about it too. So,
what have you come up with? You’ve got that look in your eye that tells me
you’re a man with a plan.”
“Okay,
I’ll tell you my plan,” Lee smiled broadly, dimples showing. “I’ll have you
know this has consumed my last few sleepless nights!”
“Poor
baby!” Amanda’s eyes twinkled at the boyish pleasure he was taking in this.
“Darn
right!” he agreed. “Although since my nights of late have been filled with
nothing but thoughts of you anyway, I thought I might as well put the time to
good use. You’re quite a challenge, you know. Let’s just say that all my past
experience has been with women of a different ilk. You call for an entirely
different strategy.”
“Strategy,
Lee? Why do I suddenly feel like a pawn in some kind of military maneuvers
game?” Amanda laughed. “So what’s the battle plan, Stetson?”
“The
plan, my dear Mrs. King …” At this Lee took a step closer and pulled her to
stand facing him. “The plan is what I think in the old days they referred to as
courting.” His arms were around her waist now, and he looked down into her
eyes. “You are an incredible, brilliant, beautiful woman and you’ve taught me a
lot about what it’s like to be a caring person. I’m not about to rush in and
mess things up, so you’ll just have to be patient with me a little longer.” He
held her away from him for a moment and searched her eyes. “I’ll be real honest
with you; I’m still not completely sure just what I’m capable of when it comes
to relationships. So you’ll have to give me a little time to get comfortable
with the new improved Lee Stetson.”
“Oh,
I think I can deal with that,” Amanda agreed, moisture beginning to form at the
corners of her eyes. A sudden breeze made her shiver, and she snuggled closer
into his embrace. They stood in silence for a moment then Amanda lifted her
head to look up at him. “Lee?”
“Hmm?”
“You
know, what you just said about courting me?”
“Yes.”
“That’s
the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Really?”
He flashed his most winning smile, brushing away the tear that had begun its
trail down her cheek. “Do I get brownie points for that?”
“Oh,
I definitely think so, Scarecrow. You know I was quite fond of the old Lee
Stetson, but this new improved version sure knows how to sweep a girl off her
feet.”
“Well,
I do have one little confession to make before you shine my halo too bright.”
“What’s
that?”
“Now
I know that I made a point of saying we’d take this slowly. And I thoroughly
intend to keep that promise,” he hastened to add as she looked up skeptically.
“But there’s this little piece of the old Lee lurking in the shadows that can
hardly wait to literally sweep you off your feet.” He lowered his voice and
moved closer to her ear. “Did I happen to mention I also think you are the
sexiest woman on the planet?”
Amanda
laughed. “Okay, you win. Double brownie points for that one! Like I said, the
old Lee did have his strong points; we wouldn’t want him to completely vanish!”
Tucking her hand through the crook of his arm, Amanda tilted her head to look
up at him. “So, what exactly does this ‘courtship’ plan entail?
The
smile remained in his eyes, but Lee’s voice grew soft and serious. “What it
means is that I intend to call you up, and take you out, and leave you little
notes, and bring you flowers.” He searched her face for approval, and finding
it he continued. “I intend to hold your hand …” He reached out with his own to
demonstrate. “And kiss your cheek …” Once again he put his words in action.
“And hold you close …” He pulled her toward him. “And when the time is right,
when there’s not even the shadow of a doubt that I can live up to everything
you deserve, then and only then, we’ll explore what lies beyond.”
Speechless,
Amanda clung to him as he gently stroked her hair. Finally looking up with
wonder in her eyes she spoke. “You’re an amazing man.” She shook her head
slightly. “I can’t even begin to tell you how much this touches me.” They stood
that way for another minute until once more Amanda broke the silence, this time
with a humorous gleam in her eye. “Who would believe that Lee Stetson, the
legendary king of watercooler gossip, could be so chivalrous?” Another gust of
wind swirled around them and she shivered once more.
“Well,
chivalrous Lee says it’s time to get you out of this wind. You know,” he said,
leading her down the steps, “I’m feeling a little hungry now. How about we stop
somewhere for dessert and coffee before I take you home?”
“Sounds
great.” Amanda snuggled closer to his side as they walked along and his arm
tightened around her. “Lee? You know we had another first tonight.”
“Oh
yeah, what’s that?” he asked.
“I
think this was the first time ever that you had more to say than me.”
He
laughed out loud. “You know, I think you’re right. I guess it’s your influence
again!”
“Well,
I guess I could become the new and improved Amanda King who keeps her mouth
shut and lets you do all the talking,” she teased.
“No
way!” Lee shook his head emphatically. “In the first place, this business of
talking about your feelings is exhausting. I don’t know how much more of this I
could take! And in the second place,” at this he leaned forward and kissed her
on the forehead, “there’s absolutely nothing about you,” he lifted each of her
hands in turn to his lips, “that needs to be new or improved.” He pulled her
slightly closer, and for a moment his lips hovered over hers before he shook
his head and stepped back. “Whoa! I nearly forgot my own rules. Courting. Taking
it slowly.”
“You’re
a tease, Lee Stetson!”
Lee
gave her a dimpled grin as he helped her into the car then headed around to his
own seat. “I’m depending on you to keep
me in line, just like you always do.”
Amanda
picked up the rose that still lay on the seat and gently twirled it. She looked
at him slyly as she spoke. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” she said
smugly. “I know just the thing to keep you in check.”
“Oh
is that so? And just what might that be?” Lee challenged.
Amanda,
with a twinkle in her eye, leaned in closer and lowered her voice to play her
trump card. “I still have the
negative!”
Lee’s
laughter filled the car as he leaned across to place a gentle kiss on the tip
of her nose. “That’s my Amanda!”
With
that he started the car. They drove away into a night filled with the magic of
the moment and the promise of wonders to come.
THE
END