Donna's sister from back home

Part 8

"So am I allowed to see the menu now?" I shake my head, "nope I'm picking the food. You just have to trust me this is my thing." He laughs, "So you're a foodie." I shake my head, "God no I am such I picky eater. My thing is to know what other people like." He nods with a smile on his face

. Wendy comes back, "have you picked yet." I nod, "I will have the white chocolate ice cream and a lemonade, Mike here with have a burger and a coke. Can we also get some fries to share." She nods and is gone, "why did you get ice cream and fries?" I shake my head, "So I can dip my fries in the ice cream, also I really wanted ice cream sue me." He laughs, "I could if I wanted to." I laugh along with him. We spent our lunch break laughing and getting to know each other, "I can't wait to meet your Grammy." He smiles, "She feels the after she heard what you did for me." I smile. I feel like I can tell him every secret I have and he won't judge me.

After lunch he walks me to my building, "what is this place?" I put my finger on his lips, "none of your God damn business now go before Harvey rips you a new one." With that he leave and I go into my office and put a record on and fall on the sofa. What a day. I pour myself a drink and just listen to the music.

The day was quiet nothing really happened I was just typing up what I had found so far in the case. After that I decided to do something I never thought of doing I went on Match.com. The whole rest of that day I was just sitting there looking at the about section. Truth be told I have no clue what to right. I mean my whole life is my job. I am a lonely FBI Agent who has no love life.

It starts to turn night and I remember Mike saying he had to stay late. I called Luke and he took me straight to PH. I pulled up and found an empty conference next to the one Mike was meant to be in. I leave and go to the bathroom leaving my stuff in the room. I come back to the room to see Mike looking at my laptop. "What are you doing." He looks up, "this is not what it looks like. Hardmen needed a file from in here." I roll my eyes, "calm down it's not porn it's match.com." He smile awkwardly, "So your dating?" I sigh, "I would be, I just can't get past this." He sees I'm stuck on the about part.

I sit back down and Mike looks at me, "Type this, I'm new to New York I moved here for a promotion and I got a corner office straight away and that's unheard of. I'm passionate. Funny, dramatic in the best, and courageous." I laugh, "any more adjectives?" He laughs, "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I'm incredibly strong willed sometimes aggressively so." I roll my eyes, "you realize this is supposed to make me sound good, right?" He turns to me, "why don't you let me finish? I'm a-- I'm also a kind person. I want someone who notices the little things. Like how I always felt like the outsider until one day I saw that as a good thing. Or how when someone in need asks me for help I can't say no. Or the fact that I came from nothing and built my own way up, or when someone show interest I push them away scared to get hurt."

I stare at my laptop in shock, he hasn't know me that long and he can read me like a book. I cough to try and brake my trance, "I'm not going to type that last part." He walks back over from the window, "hey, it doesn't matter. You're still gonna be beating them away with a stick." He sits on my desk and I take a deep breath, "well, yeah, because you write such a--such a good essay." He points to the screen, "no, I mean, after you post a picture here. Well I should go see you later." With that he just leaves. I feel butterflies in my stomach.

The next day went by so fast I got ready, (outfit above) and then met with the detectives and found nothing new. I had a coffee and then took the afternoon off. This whole day he was on my mind.

When it came to night I got up and called Luke, "take me to wherever Mike Ross lives." I waited two minutes and then Luke took to an apartment building and told me the number. I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. I hear his voice, "Grammy I swear to God I'm going to have the locks changed." Then he opened the door to see me, "Daisy." On the way over I decided I was angry at him, he said that when he still likes Rachel, "you hurt me." He looked confused, "I'm sorry." I don't think he knows what for though. I walked pasted him, "no. all those nice things you said, those are the kind of things you say when you-- Look just tell me how you feel, be honest with me, you at least owe me that."

We walks to the end of the apartment, "I can't be with you. I like you, I just think it would be a mistake." I walk closer to him, "You can say that all you want. You know what? It's a lot of bullshit because the Mike that I know and the Mike I am falling for-- he would follow his heart. And if you really do feel this way for me, then it only points to one thing. And it's that you're keeping something from me." I have know him for a week and it feels like a year he knows all about me, I don't get why he would hide something from me when I opened up to him. "I don't want to lie to you." I feel my eyes water up, "then don't. Please just-- just tell me what it is. I thought so." About to cry I make my way out of the apartment, "Daisy.." I keep on walking, "I'm done!" I opened up to him and this happens. He keeps things from me, this always happens."Daisy. Daisy, wait!" I am out the door.

I hear him running after me as I make it outside, "Daisy! Daisy, stop. Please, let me explain." He runs in front of me, "how?" I stop. "look, I want to tell you." I mentally roll my eyes, "then tell me." I can still feel my eyes watering, "I can't." It can't be that bad, "why? I mean, what could it possibly be? you're-- you're married? You're some kind of spy?" I mentally slap myself for that one, he grabs my arm as I try to pass him. "No, you don't understand. Look, once I tell I can never take it back. This is my everything. I can't." I look him in the eyes and shake my head and leave. I get in the car, "drive."

I knock on Donna's door crying my eyes out, "Daisy what happened." I hug her cry and she helps me to her room, "how about a famous Paulsen sleepover." I nod and fall asleep in my sister's arms my throat too sore to let me talk.

I hope you liked this part. It was hard for me to get the fight to make sense tell if it does and if not I can redo it.