Standard disclaimer applies.                                                    These Dreams of You She was beautiful.  Her blonde hair practically glowed in the soft light of the sunset.  The waves washed towards her as she stood at the tide line.  Her black bathing suit accented her body in a way a two-piece never would have.  Her smile was ethereal.  Her laugh, musical.  She turned to him and smiled, holding out her hand.  Her badge flashed in the dying light.  Waking with a start, he wiped at the sweat beading his brow.  A dream.  It was only a dream.  "Oh, man.  Not another one."                                                                 ~~~~~***~~~~~ The rain seemed to make the salty tang in the air even stronger, as it pelted the windows of the SIU.  The gentle pitch and yaw of the ferry was making more than one unfortunate suspect a little green around the gills.  It was a gray, rainy morning, but spring wasn't far away.  It seemed to be little consolation. Resisting the urge to sigh from boredom, Bryn looked up from her paperwork and let her eyes rove aimlessly over the hustle and bustle.  She caught a quick movement out of the corner of her eye and wrinkled her brow in puzzlement.  It looked like Harvey had been staring at her again. She couldn't quite figure out what had gotten into Harvey, but she'd caught him staring at her several times over the last few days.  They had spent several long hours on surveillance the day before, and she'd never seen Harvey so restless as he'd been that day.  It was as if he had been trying to avoid looking at her. Shaking her head, Bryn went back to her paperwork.  Whatever it was, she'd find out soon enough.  When Harvey got wound up tight enough, she'd start probing for answers.  He'd crack. Berating himself for nearly getting caught staring again, Harvey tried to concentrate on his work.  It wasn't easy.  Lately, his eyes seemed to be drawn to her without conscious thought.  He couldn't seem to get her out of his mind.  He'd be thinking about something, and the next thing he knew…he was looking at her again.  With a start, he realized his eyes were already drifting to her desk.  Pulling his thoughts back to the file on his monitor, Harvey sighed.  Until a few days ago, he'd never looked at Bryn in quite that way.  He'd been married, for one thing.  But, now…now he was seeing her a little differently.  He didn't know what to do about it. What would someone like Bryn see in a guy like him, anyway?  She was smart, witty, beautiful…and a damn good cop.  Harvey would talk to Evan, but Evan had his own problems.  Looking over his shoulder at his young partner, Harvey couldn't miss the dark smudges under Evan's eyes.  Evan glanced up and the two locked eyes for a second, before looking away again. It was going to be a long day.                                                                  ~~~~~***~~~~~ The breeze blew her hair back from her face as she leaned against the railing.  The lights winked at them from the city below.  The full moon's beauty couldn't compare to the woman standing next to him on the balcony.  Wait a minute.  Was that…is that Nash's balcony?  What were they doing at Nash's place?  What if Nash showed up?  How would he explain…? Breathing like he'd just chased a suspect several blocks, he rubbed a hand over his face.  "Bryn?  Again?  Aaahh!"  Covering his head with a pillow, he flopped back on the bed.  This was getting out of hand.                                                                 ~~~~~***~~~~~ Smiling to herself, Bryn looked around the rundown apartment.  It was pretty dingy, but they had a clear view of the apartment across the street.  Remembering what had happened the last time she'd been on surveillance with Evan in a place like this, Bryn laughed quietly to herself.  At least she'd gotten a date out of it.  She could hear Evan whispering something to Harvey as the two set up the equipment, and felt a twinge of annoyance.  They'd been doing that a lot the last few days and it was getting on her nerves.  Bryn caught Harvey's eye and she could swear his face suddenly flushed.  Guilt, no doubt. They got the rest of the equipment set up and Harvey planted himself by the tape recorder, earphones in place, blocking out his partners.  Bryn settled into the chair by the telescope and got a good view of the apartment across the street.  Evan decided to make use of the threadbare couch in the corner.  You could feel the tension in the room. Bryn looked up as Evan pulled a few magazines from his bag, and laughed.  "Playboy?  Evan, you're so immature." "What?  My Dad reads Playboy."  Thumbing through the first few pages, Evan stopped at the tanned centerfold. "Evan, nobody reads Playboy." "What do you mean, nobody reads Playboy?  They've got great-" "Articles.  Yeah, so I've heard."  Rolling her eyes, Bryn went back to the telescope and ignored Evan's half-hearted protests.                                                            ~~~~~***~~~~~ The camera flashed over and over, as she posed.  She lifted her arms over her head, sweeping back her hair, and smiled for the camera.  His heart fluttered when she turned her head to look at him.  In a few months, he'd open that magazine and see her there.  She waved her hand at him, wanting him to join her.  Wait…he couldn't pose for that kind of picture.  What would everyone think? Sitting up suddenly, he wiped a hand over his eyes, trying to erase the dream.  He looked up to see Bryn staring back in concern.  Oh, no!  What if he'd said something in his sleep? "You okay?" Swallowing the lump in his throat, feeling his racing heart settling down, he nodded with a wan smile.  "Yeah.  Yeah, just a dream.  I'm okay." "You sure?" "Yeah, it was just a dream." "Okay.  Must've been some dream."  When she didn't receive an answer, Bryn just shrugged and grabbed her jacket.  "I'm going out to get us some coffee and breakfast.  You two keep an eye on things." "No problem.  See you later." As soon as the door shut, he jumped from the couch and headed for his partner.  He had to tell him about this latest dream. Holding up his hand, Harvey shook his head.  "No, man.  I don't even want to hear it." "But, Harv, this one was weird.  You've gotta hear about this one." "No!  I don't want to know.  Just…keep it to yourself and leave me alone."  Harvey slipped on the earphone in an attempt to get Evan to go away.  It didn't work. Moving the earpiece so Harvey could hear, Evan tried again.  "You don't understand, Harv.  I was reading those magazines earlier, see, and-" "Evan, stop!  I.  Don't. Want. To. Hear. It."  Punctuating each word with sharp little hand gestures, Harvey tried to make his point. Evan couldn't understand why Harvey was being so stubborn.  He'd listened to all the other dreams.  Why not this one?  "C'mon, Harv.  You've gotta help me with this.  Why am I having these dreams about Bryn?" "I don't know, brother, but I don't want to hear about them anymore.  Ever since you started telling me about these dreams, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her.  It's driving me nuts." "You're kidding?"  Although he'd been having the dreams about Bryn for about a week, Evan didn't feel a thing for his co-worker during his waking hours.  Other than a working relationship, anyway. "No, man.  I'm serious." "Well, why don't you say something to her?" "Like what?  Hey, Bryn, my partner's been having erotic dreams about you and now I can't get you off my mind?  Get serious." "Well, of course you can't say that.  She'll kill me."  Evan chuckled at Harvey's dark glare.  "Okay, okay.  Just ask her out to a movie or something." "Evan, she's not going to want to go out on a date with me." "Why not?  You sell yourself too short, Harvey.  I bet you and Bryn would be great together." "I don't know, Ev.  I think I'll just leave well enough alone.  No sense in rocking the boat, you know?" "Whatever you say.  I think you're making a mistake, though." "Maybe."  Settling the earphones back on his ears, Harvey turned back to the recorder, effectively cutting the conversation short. Taking the hint, Evan just shrugged and took his place by the telescope.  He knew he was right, though.  Bryn would be good for Harvey.                                                          ~~~~~***~~~~~ Kicking the door with her foot, her hands full, Bryn waited impatiently for someone to open it.  When Harvey answered her knock, she thrust a large paper bag in to his arms.  "Here, help me with this.  You wouldn't believe how many people were getting coffee at this hour of the morning." The three gathered around the rickety table in the center of the room, and Bryn sorted out their breakfast.  She still couldn't figure out what had gotten into Harvey and Evan lately.  Every time she looked at either of them as she handed out their food and drinks, they'd blush and look away like a couple of schoolboys. They settled down to eat their breakfast and Bryn tried to get them to loosen up.  "You guys will never believe the dream I had last night." Reaching for a napkin to wipe off the coffee Evan had just sprayed on her, Bryn frowned in disgust.  She watched Harvey in concern as he choked and coughed from his own poorly swallowed coffee.  She caught the guilty look the two shared, and decided she didn't even want to know.  She didn't know why the mention of a dream would get that kind reaction, but knew enough not to ask.  She had a feeling that some questions were better left unanswered.                                                           ~~~~~***~~~~~ They were dancing.  The room was dim, lit only by the candles that dotted the room.  She was resting her head against his shoulder and he pulled her closer.  She smelled so good, and her skin was so soft.  It felt so perfect for the two to be standing that way.  He smiled at her then closed his eyes.  Opening his eyes with a start, Harvey blinked a few times then groaned.  He was home.  Alone.  Their surveillance had ended that morning and he'd come home to get some sleep.  He'd had a dream.  A dream.  "Evan!  I'm going to kill you." 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