Please don't hit...

I guess this is a sign of how comfortable I've become with the guys over the years, goofing around like this. It's a point to which I really want to get with my other show. Hope this is worth a smile, and you consider watching WMC when it comes back in April. If you don't want to watch it, please, switch on the TV and make your dog watch it (hell, they might enjoy it, there's a lovely dog on the show too). You can probably tell I'm a little desperate right now ;-)

The website mentioned in the fic is http://www.mariskahargitay.org/save_wmc/ and you can learn all about the Kisses campaign there, too. We've had over 2000 hits in about four days - we're aiming at 10000 'til April 1st.

Oh, and don't let yourself be fooled by the title; it's perfectly Gen.

Thanks to Lyn for the beta!

Secrets and Kisses

By Demeter

(a 'cause' fic)

EMAIL: Demeter

"Jim! I didn't expect you to be home so soon!"

Taking in the evidence of the scene of the not yet solved crime, Jim hadn't missed the faint blush coloring Blair's cheeks. What the hell was going on here?

"Oh, bugger, our cover has been compromised." Megan came from the kitchen area, carrying two mugs of steaming coffee. "I'll get you one, too," she offered. "Then you can help us."

"Help you do what?" Jim asked suspiciously, taking another look at the objects strewn on the living room floor. Paper sheets, envelopes, and what had to be pounds of Hershey's Kisses in colorful wrappings already hinting at Easter. The overpowering smell of chocolate seemed to make his blood sugar rise at once.

"Um, just sending off a few letters," Blair mumbled, all of a sudden very occupied with the coffee Megan had handed him.

"Letters to *where*?"

Megan informed him cheerily, "To ABC. They are about to cancel our favorite show, or at least not renew it, whatever you want to call it. We're protesting."

"Protesting." Jim thought he needed to sit. "You and Sandburg?"

Megan laughed. "Don't be silly. Fans all over the country do it, even overseas. They've got a website, and asked the fans to drown the executives in Hershey's, because of one of the crucial storylines."

"I guess I don't want to know," Jim said dryly, grabbing himself a kiss. At least, they went well with a coffee on this free afternoon.

"Don't! We need them!" Blair, jumping up, had found his voice again. "Man, it's Women's Murder Club. All the women I've met --" Jim couldn't not roll his eyes at that. "lately, they so dig this show, and I've got to say, it's really good. Talk about women's closed societies; it's so much fun, anthropologically speaking."

"That too," Megan said somewhat indulgently. "Sandy, I think we can sacrifice a bag if it helps to win Jim over for our cause." She picked up a kiss in a pink wrapper. "The chocolate's just symbolic, you know."

"Of course, there's nothing symbolic when it comes to women and chocolate."

"Shut up, Sandy. What I'm saying is, good TV is rare enough. Good female characters on TV are unique, so trying to save them is a good thing in my book."

"Talking about books, Jim, didn't I see that Alex Cross novel on your nightstand? Patterson wrote Women's Murder Club, too."

Jim still felt kind of like he'd entered an alternate universe, but he had to admit, after the day he'd had with being in court for... too long, being occupied with the dryest paperwork ever after that, it was rather nice to face such unbridled enthusiasm. That, and he actually liked Patterson. His works were entertaining, and the clear structure of his novels somehow applied to Jim; maybe it had to do with him being a Sentinel and the steady threat of overload. Maybe it was just a guilty pleasure to immerse himself in a world once in a while where the good always won.

Wait a minute, he had read that book, some years ago...

As always, Blair saw through him too damn well. "See," he said triumphantly to Megan. "Told you we'd get him. Take a look," he continued, indicating the TV screen with his free hand. "We were going to do a marathon. I'm thinking you're really going to like this."

For the first time, Jim directed his attention to the TV screen. So this was what Blair had religiously taped on Friday evenings for a while. "I remember it now. Lindsay Boxer was a blonde."

Now it was Megan's turn to roll her eyes, and Jim held up his hands to ward off any further protest. After all, that so-not-blonde inspector on the screen was very attractive. He grabbed another Hershey's and took one more sip of his coffee. Ah, the comforts of home...

"You know, I think I'll watch some more. You guys fight the good fight and..." Jim drew a bill from his wallet and laid it on top of the envelopes. He grinned.

"Send them some kisses from me."

The End.