Manhunt

February 1. She glared at the artfully penned scroll on her wall calendar as if it was more offensive than brussel sprouts. She had begun to hate this month more than any other. Cold and dreary, winter still clung on while the warmth of spring was only a tantalizing hope. And February always pulled off some nasty surprises – like strong winds and icy roads and endless gray skies…and then, of course, there was the matter of the fourteenth. That was the lowest blow of all.

Another year older and still single, she couldn’t keep the thought at bay, shuddering as she remembered all the well-meaning comments and good-natured jibes she’d received from relatives over Christmas.

“Still not married yet dear? No prospects on the horizon?”

“My Cynthia’s expecting her second in the spring – you better hurry up or you’ll miss the mommy wagon.”

“It’s not like you’re getting any younger.”

“And that biological clock is ticking. You do want children, don’t you?”

“Ah leave her alone – she can’t help it if all the good guys are taken. Better happily single then miserably married, I always say.”

“Yes, and after all it’s a new century – women’s roles have changed…”

“It’s all well and good to be married to your career, but in the end it doesn’t warm your bed at night.”

“Nowadays a woman doesn’t have to be married to keep warm in bed…”

“Grandma!!!!”

She groaned, blocking her mind to the painful memories. It seemed that wherever she went over the holidays eligible men, or the lack thereof, were the hot topic of conversation. She couldn’t even site lack of eligibility as her reasonable excuse. Didn’t she work in a building primarily staffed by men – many of them unattached and available? Only not, it seemed, to her.

She stared at herself in the mirror as she applied a last coat of lipstick. So what exactly had she been doing wrong all these years…

Furious with herself for evening entertaining that line of questioning, she screwed up her face in disgust and dismissed her wandering thoughts as unworthy of her. Collecting her handbag and coat, she headed for the door, forcing a smile on her lips as she prepared to meet the day. She faltered on the threshold, teetering forward only to pull back, as if stepping out into the first day of February was more than she could handle right now.

This was ridiculous! Downtrodden before she even began the day, let alone the month. I don’t think so! Suddenly her head snapped up, her chin jutted out and her eyes flashed fire as she squared her shoulders determinedly.

I am not going to get sucked into the vortex of discontent again this year. I work for the FBI – one of the largest and finest law enforcement agency in the world. I know how to follow leads, pursue a case, run a man to ground no matter what obstacles are placed in my way. Sometimes it might take years and a lot of planning and patience to set an operation into motion, but it’s not impossible. That’s it! She snapped her fingers triumphantly. I’m not going to wallow in self-pity the next two weeks and then battle depression the two weeks after that -–Not this year…not ever again. I’m going on my own man-hunt and by Valentine’s Day I'll be snuggling up next to…hmmm, I have just the man in mind…”
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My first installment to follow shortly!

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She entered the bullpen, her head held high and her mind whirring with possibilities, she needed a plan. A plan that was going to end up with the result she needed. She hung her coat on the hook and went to her desk, switching her computer monitor on and sitting down waiting for the welcome screen to appear.

She glanced across the room at his empty desk, as usual he was one of the last to arrive, that was good it gave her time to begin. She opened a new operation template on her computer and began to enter the appropriate information.

Operation name: Manhunt
Target: Caucasian male, blue eyes, 6 feet 3 inches, delicious dimples and an accent to die for…
Status: Currently single, but hopefully not for long.
Daily routines: Arrives for work late regularly, always brings doughnuts to compensate for his tardiness and he always remembers my favourite kind of doughnut.

Often eats lunch with his colleagues. When eating a sandwich he loves egg mayonnaise in wholemeal bread.

Goes home to apartment after work (Need to check out evening routines further, not sure whether he has any hobbies?)

Weekend? Apart from playing football with the team and working, what does he do? More observation needed.

Any other pertinent information:

He is a gentleman, funny, did I mention his dimples and accent that can disarm a woman in moments. When he kisses… words can’t describe sharing a kiss with him. (Although I’m sure with practise the experience can only get better… Earth shattering would be a good description…)

I have thirteen days to show him that life as a bachelor is no longer an option; he needs to share his life with a cute, intelligent and perky agent, namely me!

She hit the print icon and waited for the file to be printed; she furtively looked around the bullpen as she picked up the pieces of paper and placed them in a brown manila folder. She scrawled the operation title in the top right hand corner and then slipped it in her briefcase. Today, she would be observing her target; she needed to gather as much information as possible in order to plan her operation. There would be no room for error; she only had thirteen more days to end her life as a singleton and to hopefully begin her life as part of a couple, a couple she hoped that would give her everything she had dreamed of.

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Last part for tonight.

Sairs

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Wednesday 1st February 2005

Target entered bullpen at 8.40am. Ten minutes late, he was armed with a box of delicious doughnuts and handed out the doughnuts to the rest of the team, ensuring that everyone had their favourite, including Levi.

After removing his jacket and exposing his finely toned chest, which could be seen through a deep blue shirt, the colour matches his eyes by the way, and a brightly coloured tie, with musical instruments on it. The tie happens to be my favourite one in his collection of ties. He sat at his desk, switched on his computer and began to check his emails.

9.10 am:

Myles left the office to go and talk to Randy about office supplies or the lack of. Target took the opportunity to remove the last of Myles’ pencils from his pot and hid them in the potted plant in the window. He quickly returned to his desk and peered over a file as Myles returned to the office, obviously his conversation with Randy had not gone well, he didn’t look at all happy and the sudden disappearance of his pencils didn’t help his mood.

Myles’ had a pretty good idea Target had been responsible and irately began throwing accusations at him. Rest of team denied all knowledge of Target removing Myles’ pencils. Unfortunately for Target Lucy waters all pot plants on a Wednesday and as she was watering the pot plant in the window the plant fell to the floor, the pencils had made it rather unstable and now Target’s jacket is covered in soggy soil. Myles felt that justice had been served. Target was not impressed with the result. He hurried off to men’s room to try and remove stain.

Rest of morning passed quietly. Target appeared to be working through his paperwork.

12.30 pm:

Went for lunch with rest of team to Sloppy Joe’s. Target’s choice as he was buying, it was an apology for the prank he played earlier on Myles. Although Myles wasn’t very impressed with the choice of venue, he did tag along.

Target ordered a Quarter Pounder with cheese, fries and side salad. He washed it down with a large soft drink, which he drank through a straw. Drinking through a straw certainly enhances his dimples.

(Note to self, do not eat fries whilst watching target drink as the revelation of his dimples can cause serious life threatening situations, like choking. Thank goodness Lucy attended her First Aid Training update last week, otherwise Operation Manhunt would have been over before it started.)

During my predicament Target did look very concerned, he leapt from his seat and was at my side in seconds, although he didn’t appear to know what to do, but I am sure there was panic in his eyes. After Lucy had done her magic and had helped the offending French fry to vacate from its lodged position in my throat and I could finally breathe again, Target kindly fetched me another drink to help restore my voice.

After the lunch fiasco the afternoon passed relatively quietly. No new cases so team worked on outstanding paperwork.

Target left bullpen with work colleague at 5.35pm, they were heading to Target's house for an evening of football. Obviously football is very important, not only does he play it but likes to watch it.

(Note to self: I can’t play football, but am good at cheerleading. I think I need to find out more about football in order to hold a conversation about it with target. Don’t want to appear that I don’t know anything about the subject.)

9.35pm:

Jack leaves Target’s apartment, had to duck to avoid being spotted by Jack.

(Note to self: Remember to pack extra layers of clothing for stakeouts, February’s habit of sudden changes of weather is holding up, sudden snow flurry caused a severe drop in temperature and I’ve been sitting here shivering as running the engine would alert people to my presence and I don’t want to be arrested by DCPD, I would have a lot of explaining to do.)

10.35pm:

Lights in apartment go out. Target must be going to bed. I wonder what he wears in bed at night?

11:00pm:

No movement from inside Target’s house, I’m heading home to warm up, alone.

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Fantastic!!! So Tara!!!! I loved it all but especially:

I hadn't thought about this -- what kind of research did you have to do on this point, Sairs?

That is so something I would do!!! I love your Tara!!!!

maybe she needs to step up her surveillance -- turn it into an undercover ops.

Oh and I love that she refers to Bobby as Target...but I am worried about her printing up the copy of her operation.

kav

Sairs I'm going to love this! You are off to a great start!

She really IS determined to get to know everything there is to know about his daily routines, isn't she? I mean, sitting in her car, in the cold, until 11 at night?!!! This first day only has earned her his undying love, I'm sure!!!

Great start . . . Just worried that agent on assignment. might appear to come off as stalking, lol. Would love to see That Bobby knew all about it afterwards, found a copy of her plans so to speak.

And been teasing and playing along

That's a great Sairs ... I love Tara's dedication to the task !

The choking bit had me on the floor!
This is gonna be a great story, Sairs. But who could expect less from you! No pressure, sweetie.!!

great job so far!

Fun!!! This is going to be great!

I love it.......pencils, ties, french fries..........all the stuff good stories are made of!!!

Jill

You're off to a terrific start!

I love all the descriptions...

This is going to be FUN.



gracie

Fantastic start Sairs!! Nothing like a woman on a mission! Tara...you go get your man!!!! Looking forward to seeing how the story unfolds!

Sairs, I love it!! I'm sure Tara can get her man!
I loved the way she described the way he drinks...
watch out Tara...remember to focus!!

This is too cute Sairs! Can't wait to see how it turns out!

Heehee.

This looks like a fun one!

tara is definately a women on a mission, and i bet she is way too stubon to be put off by minor distractions like choking on a french fry!!

cant wait for more bobby watching

This is and is going to be such a fun story. I wish we could bottle Tara's energy and enthusiam. I could use some right now.
thanks,
Terie

Thanks for all the feedback, I'm pleased you're enjoying it! I'll try to have some more ready tomorrow evening!

Take care

Sairs



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She entered her apartment and switched on the lights; she hung up her coat and switched on her computer. She opened her Internet browser and began to search; her romantic experiences had been limited and not at all successful. If she wanted to finally achieve her dreams she needed to be prepared, surely there was advice out there to help catch the man of your dreams? She entered her search information and waited a few seconds for the engine to list the results, she let out a low whistle, she hadn’t realised that romance on the net was so popular, it was going to take her ages to work her way through this. She clicked on the first result and began to read, making notes in her notepad as she read.

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She entered the bullpen at 8.45am, fifteen minutes late. Her colleagues looked at her with confusion; it was not like her to be late at all. “Morning,” she said sheepishly as she hung her coat on her peg and sat at her desk, quickly switching on her computer.

“Have a hot date, last night?” Bobby asked his voice laced with curiosity.

“Maybe,” she replied nervously, one of the websites had promised that jealousy was a good way of getting the object of your affection’s attention.

Bobby frowned, “Well I hope he treated you right, because if not he’ll have me and my friends to answer to.”

She smiled at his protectiveness, now if she could only work on that and get him to realise she is the other half of his soul. “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”

Their conversation was halted as D entered the bullpen, waving his hand before speaking, “Okay, folks, our chance to catch up with paperwork has passed, we have a new case and it’s a priority.”

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D stood in front of the whiteboard and pinned up a photograph of a young couple, he turned back to his team who had gathered in front of him, “This is Carrie Walker and her husband Mike; they were reported missing by her mother this morning. They haven’t been seen for the last forty eight hours.”

“We don’t usually work missing persons cases, why is this one so important?” Jack asked curiously.

D turned back to the board and pinned up a second picture of a different couple, “Janet Smith and her husband John; they disappeared exactly a year ago. Their bodies were found on Valentine’s Day 2005, they had been bound together and left in Rock Creek park.” D paused and pinned a third picture to the board, “Jenny Kavanaugh and her husband Richard, they disappeared early February 2005 and their bodies were found in Dumbarton Park on February 16th.”

“So we have a serial killer that doesn’t like the month of February?” Bobby asked.

“Another closet February hater,” Tara muttered under her breath.

“Sorry, Tara,” Myles stated, “I couldn’t hear what you said.”

Tara flushed, “I just said that, that sounds like a theory, someone who doesn’t like romance in February.”

“Do we have any connections between the victims?” Jack asked.

“There is one thing that links all of the couples and one of the reasons why our team has been selected to work the case, the husband in each couple was Australian.”

All eyes on the team turned to Bobby who grinned, “I feel like I’m going to be used as bait.”

“Australian beefcake bait!” Lucy teased.

D smiled, “Well there aren’t many agents within the building who have an Australian accent at hand, in fact in Washington you’re it. So I’m afraid Bobby you are one half of the bait.”

“Who is the lucky woman who gets to be my wife, I guess the wives were U.S. citizens and not Australian?”

“Well, this is where the wives occupations come into play,” D continued. “Janet, Jenny and Carrie were all employees of Buckby, Randolf and Crane.”

“And they specialise in?” Myles asked, the name of the firm ringing a bell in his memory.

“Website design,” D explained and smiled at Tara. “They all worked from home, creating websites for their company’s clients.”

Bobby grinned, “Looks like you’re the lucky woman, Tara.”

She nodded, flushing, she knew she wanted to get closer to observe him, but she hadn’t anticipated on getting this close so soon. “Lucky, me,” she replied, hoping that the rest of the team hadn’t noticed the warmth in her cheeks.

D grinned, “If you would both like to follow me, I have your cover, house and rings awaiting you, Mr. and Mrs. Manning. Jack and Sue I would like you to speak with Carrie’s Mom, see if she reported anything unusual. Myles, you, Lucy and I will be carrying out background checks. Tara, we’ll be sending Carrie’s computer your way, for you to analyse. Okay, people lets get to work.”

She returned to her desk and placed her pencil and notebook on it, and then followed Bobby to D’s office. Bobby held the door open for her and she entered, taking the seat D gestured to, she sat and nervously began to fiddle with the hem of her jacket, the undercover operation had not been part of her plan, she’d have to do some serious thinking about how to incorporate it successfully. Role play was fun, but it couldn’t be considered the foundations of a perfect romance.

“Tara,” D said for the third time, there was something not quite right with her today, she wasn’t her usual sparky self. “Tara,” he said more forcefully and she jumped at the sound of her name, flushing with embarrassment.

“Sorry, I was thinking about the case,” she replied sheepishly.

“That’s okay, now that I have your full attention, here’s your cover information.” He handed each of them a brown manila file, “You met eighteen months ago, when Bobby contacted your firm for a website designer, you married six months ago and have just bought a house in Takoma Park. Bobby you are a partner in a trading corporation, dealing with the import of Australian goods into the U.S. You make most of your sales through your company’s website.”

“That sounds like a plausible cover story,” Bobby stated flicking through the file.

“How did you sell it to Buckby, Randolf and Crane that I’ve been an employee for eighteen months?” Tara asked.

“Well that was the easy part, Ronald Buckby was an ex agent who retired five years ago, worked in cyber crimes when it first became something to worry about. He came to us when the third couple disappeared; he manages the website design side of the business and has managed to alter records to show that you have been in employment since January 2004. He is your one contact within the business; he’s the only one who knows your true history.”

“How can you be sure he isn’t involved?” she asked.

“There are no guarantees, Tara. However, S.O.G will be paying particular attention to his movements and Myles and I will certainly be going through his recent history with a fine toothed comb. But I think if he is involved it wouldn’t be the best move to invite the F.B.I to play, would it?”

“I guess not,” she allowed.

“Now, when do my lovely wife and I get to move in?” Bobby was enjoying the assignment, usually Jack and Sue got the pleasure of undercover work, well the married variety. It made a pleasant change for him to get the opportunity to work undercover, especially with Tara, although she had been acting rather strangely today. Perhaps she wasn’t so keen to be working with him; that thought didn’t settle well with him.

“The house is currently vacant, it’s one we’ve used before and it’s located in the same area of D.C. that the other couples lived in,” D explained.

“Do we have any suspects at all?” Bobby asked.

“There has got to be a common denominator, other than the fact that the husbands were Australian and the wives web designers. I have a feeling the more we dig the more we’ll discover. Now I suggest you both head home and collect everything you’re going to need for the next couple of weeks.”

“Couple of weeks?” Tara asked.

“Yes, couple of weeks. If we haven’t tempted him by February the 14th then I guess we’ll have to try again next year as our window of opportunity will have passed.” D stood and opened his desk drawer, “I got these from Randy,” he opened a small black box which contained two gold bands, “He wants me to remind you they’re the property of the F.B.I and if you should lose them they’ll be deducted from your salaries.”

“He has a way with words, doesn’t he? We’d better guard these with our lives, Tara,” Bobby said, plucking the rings from the box and turning towards Tara. She looked at him with a deer in the headlights look as he reached for her hand and slid the ring on her finger, “I guess that makes you Mrs. Manning.”

She nodded, her voice completely gone, this situation had not been mentioned on any of the sites she’d searched last night. Operation Manhunt had taken a surprising and rather unsettling turn, her observations of her target had suddenly gone into undercover mode. She was an agent; she could handle this new development.

She watched as Bobby slid the remaining ring on his finger, he then held out his arm to her, “Are you ready, Mrs. Manning?”

She nodded, “Okay, Mr. Manning.”

D grinned as he watched them leave his office, something was in the air, it was reminiscent of Sue and Jack and thank goodness that had finally been resolved; they were happily engaged and not even as part of an undercover assignment, this time it was for real.

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The characters demanded a plot! They didn't just want plain fuzzies! Although an undercover operation does leave room for fun, doesn't it? I guess Tara will be able to get up close and very personal with her Target, won't she! More tomorrow!

Sairs

This is going to be so good! And poor Tara, it's going to take nerves of steel to handle her Target that up close and personal!

kav

I guess it's the best way to know someone, it's to actually to live with him or her

can't wait to read more

Under cover marriage can be very benefitical to her OMH!

A plot is good although I didn't mind what Tara had in mind! You are delightful in your storytelling abilities Sairs!

I am so going to love this

I bet it wasn't!! This seems like it's going to be such a fun story (though it already is!).

Yup...though if she looks here......


See?! She just needs to keep on going down the list!

What about Tara's date?

As Mr. Manning would put it: Woo Hoo!!! haha.

I love it! Lots of fun. Keep it up!

Well ... Tara will definitely be able to observe him up close :whistle: :whistle:

Australian Beef Cake..........The ABC's of Bobby Manning!!!

WhooHoo...Mr. and Mrs. Manning! This could get interesting!

You aren't going to hear any complaining from me!!! Take it away.......Mr and Mrs Manning!!!

Jill

omg...under cover! I think Tara just might enjoy her advnture under the covers...



oh, my....

now all tara has to do is keep her target under just her observation and nothing else!! being so close to bobby .... mummmmmmmmmmmm ... sorry my mind wondered off for a second there!!

Lovin the story! Cant wait to read more!! Undercover work can make alot of unknown feelings come out!!!

Lv Bernadinea xxx

oh brillant another B/T by Sairs......with a fabby looking plot to go with it....

Can i second that?


Sairs - your at it again, i'm on the edge of my seat hitting *refresh*!


AH

I'm afraid it's a shorter post tonight, I won't be able to post tomorrow, but hopefully be back on Wednesday!

Thanks for all the fabulous support.

Sairs

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Bobby knocked on her apartment door; he waited a moment and then smiled as she unlocked the door, “Your carriage awaits, Mrs. Manning.”

“Come in, I’m nearly ready,” she replied pulling the door open and ushering him into her living room. “Make yourself comfortable, there’s coffee in the pot. I’m just going to collect the last of my things and then we can go.”

“Okay, there’s no rush. D’s going to meet us there with the keys; he’s taking on the role as the letting agent.”

“Okay,” she said over her shoulder as she headed through a door presumably into her bedroom.

He was nervous and couldn’t sit down, he walked around her living room and smiled at the quirky photographs she had on the wall. One was obviously of Tara with her family, she was about four or five in the photograph and she was standing with her parents with a huge Mickey Mouse. The photograph was framed in a Mickey Mouse emblazoned picture frame. Next to it was a picture of Tara with an elderly woman, perhaps her grandmother, he thought. The last picture made him smile, it was a picture of the team at Eleanor’s Bachelor Auction, everyone looked happy, and it had been a fun evening.

He wandered over to her desk, a piece of paper on the floor catching his interest, he picked it up and returned it to her desk, however the bright pink heart logo caught his eye, he couldn’t stop himself reading it. ‘So you want to be a success in love?’ he read, interesting he thought Tara was rather successfully involved with Stanley, wasn't she? Maybe there were a few bumps in Tara's romantic road with Stanley? Before he could read anymore the sound of Tara’s bedroom door opening caused him to move quickly away from her desk and sit on the sofa. Guiltily he twiddled his thumbs; unsure of how to make himself look relaxed, he’d nearly been caught red handed reading her personal papers. He certainly didn’t want to upset her, because an irate Tara was not someone to be tangled with lightly.

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She left Bobby in her living room and hastily retreated to her bedroom, she sat on the edge of her bed. Her heart had nearly self combusted when he’d referred to her as Mrs. Manning on her doorstep, if only, she thought. She needed the sanctuary of her bedroom to regroup, in a few minutes she was going to embark on the biggest challenge of her career, an undercover assignment as Bobby’s wife. If it was reality that would be fine, but role play, although it would be great to partially live her dream life, there was the harsh reality that it wouldn’t last longer than the end of the assignment.

She shook her head, the February mood was draping over her again, she needed to be assertive, positive, grab the opportunity and utilise it to make her dreams come true. Bobby was not going to know what hit him; he’d be putty in her hands. By the end of the assignment he would realise that he couldn’t live without her, and she would have a chance at the future that she wanted. If nothing else, she would know more about Bobby than she would have done by her usual stakeout and observation techniques, maybe she’d even find out what he wore to bed.

She began to fan herself with her hand, she needed to remain focused, if she got distracted she wouldn’t pack the right kind of things and then she might find herself in a predicament that she couldn’t get herself out of.

The flush disappearing from her skin and her temperature returned to normal, well as normal as you could get with the object of your desire sitting in the room next to you, she stood and headed for her wardrobe.

Now what did a website designer wear? She looked through her closet and critically analysed each item of clothing, before deciding on taking mostly casual wear, with a two nice dresses, you never know when a dinner opportunity might arise.

She closed her wardrobe and headed to her chest of drawers pulling the top drawer open, now what had Dr. Love suggested on his website, she thought for a moment, alluring nightwear! Unfortunately she hadn’t even taken nightwear into her plans, she had no intention of being anywhere near Bobby in her nightwear in her original plan, now it was a possibility that he might see her in her nightwear accidentally.

In fact no man had ever seen her nightwear, well except for the sale’s assistant who had sold it to her, and to him, it was just another sale.

She pulled out her favourite flannel, Winnie the Pooh pyjamas; they were warm, comfortable and hid anything she might want to hide from view. She placed them in her suitcase and closed the lid. She had everything she needed.

She picked up her suitcase and headed towards her living room, she placed her suitcase by the door and turned to find Bobby sitting on her sofa, he smiled as she approached, although his hands couldn’t hide his apparent nervousness.

“I’m ready,” she said smiling warmly.

“Okay then, let’s go!” he replied his voice filled with enthusiasm.

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More Wednesday!

Now is your Wednesday, our Tuesday?

can't wait to read more of household story

I'm patiently awaiting Wednesday when it really gets started!!

Sairs, I just caught up on your story and it's delightful already!!

Can't wait to see how Tara manages to catch her man under these circumstances!!!

Joy

Reading this so reminded me of that Bobby/Tara interlude in the third series... I am so glad that you are not letting all that potential go to waste.. eagerly awaiting Wednesday. Ok impatiently awaiting Wednesday!

Winnie the Pooh.......yep. Gotta bring those pj's. Now, let's head for the house.

Wednesday you say? Gosh. That's like two days away!

Jill

I love it!!! It's so wonderful! Tara's thoughts are great! And Bobby.... well, when he's nervous... ok, he's absolutely irresistible! Poor Tara. This weekend's going to be unbearable unless these two come to their senses soon. They'll certainly be squirming... and as I said before... I LOVE it!!! haha.

The one problem: Wednesday?? Huh? It's Monday here! That's an issue for me, here, your needy reader.

But hey, it'll be worth waiting for. I've just gotta deal with my impatience.

Keep it up!!!

Well, there's nothing like a nice comfy pair of winnie jammies to make a girl feel like she can tackle anything.

What did Bobby almost read -- Tara is going to have to be very careful about her operation notes during their undercover assignment or it could get pretty

kav

wednesday?!! that is a very long time away - if i promise to revise for my exams really hard between now and then can we have a long post??!!!

Sairs, I absolutely love the start you have going here and the B/T angle. Love the way you delve into both Tara and Bobby's thoughts. They're so cute nervous! And what's funny I had just watched the Newlywed Game episode earlier tonight and now I'm getting a B/T spinoff sorta. Keep up the great work!