Rambling: Hi! My first Silent Witness FanFiction. I think my first one should be the usual pairing, but I'm planning on doing some…err…slightly 'abnormal' pairings in the future. It's just more fun that way. By the way, there will be narrative changes, but I will show it as clearly as possible. I just wanted to experiment a bit. For example, third person narrative is shown in bold, and it states whose point of view it is for the rest.

*Nikki's point of view*

How typical. Harry has yet again gone on another rant around the office. The term 'patience is a virtue' comes to mind when he's in this state. Ever since the new case came up, he hasn't stopped going on about it. A farmer dug up a naked woman's body on his land and we have nothing to identify her, or connect her with the farmer's land. And as she was buried, it was also rather suspicious that we can't find a mark on her body. Harry almost threw the body on the floor in a fit when he couldn't find anything. He was aggravated even more when the tox lab couldn't get the results in for a few days. So now he's ranting to Leo, but I need to talk to him about something more important. It's Harry's birthday tomorrow, and we haven't planned anything yet.

Urgh, its eleven o'clock already. I guess I'll pick up my bag and go. No use waiting around for Harry to finish. I'll just text Leo later. It's amazing that he's finally got himself a good mobile. He's had that Nokia brick for ages; it was about time he got an iPhone. I mean, on his salary, I'm sure he can afford it. Have you seen his house? His own swimming pool and everything.

"Nik! Nikki, Wait!" Harry's perfectly formed words. God, I love the way he talks, it's just so perfect. So perfectly British. Rough and also so soft and tender. It sends chills down my spine. Oh, his hair is flapping wildly while he runs towards me. I think my heart just skipped a beat. Oh, Harry, why can't you see it? Or maybe you can?

"Oh! Harry, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Umm, what?" He's so adorable when he doesn't understand my gobbledygook. To think he's so smart, but so easily out-witted by the likes of me.

"What do you want?" I can't help but giggle through my words.

"Oh! I was wandering if you wanted to come out for a few drinks tonight?"

I love it when he asks me out. It may not be a date, but it's time together. Yes, Harry, I do want to come out for a drink tonight. Oh, but I can't. I have to arrange a surprise for your birthday tomorrow with Leo. I was going to text him tonight. But, as you're finished I'll go see him now.

"I'd love to Harry, but I'm busy tonight." Oh no! His smile has been completely demolished by me. I'm so sorry Harry. I guess he really did need that drink.

"Why on earth would you be busy? Is it a guy?" Harry's voice is so teasing. I can feel my smile widening.

"Are you jealous Dr Cunningham?"

"Why would I be jealous? But you haven't answered my question. Are you avoiding the answer?"

Oh Harry if only you knew. Well, actually you will know what I'm up to tomorrow.

"No. Actually I've got a nice report waiting for me to read and review."

Harry's face softened so slightly. But not so slight I can't notice. He really was jealous. Harry, you're just plain gorgeous when you're jealous. All your muscles tense up and your eyebrows become so symmetrically perfect. The way your eyes grow so intense, they show more emotion than your normal day-to-day antics. I'm hopeless Harry. I'm hung up on you, and I can't help myself.

He's staring at me with that perplexed expression on his face. Oh dear! How long have I been zoned? Should probably say something.

"Err, is Leo still in his office?" Phew, that should wrap everything up.

"Yeah, but he'll be leaving soon, he says. So you might want to be quick." He smiled, showing his perfect, white teeth.

"Right, I best hurry up then. I'll see you tomorrow Harry."

Harry's leaning in to kiss me on the cheek again. He does this everyday, but I never get tired of it. I can feel his warm lips gently caress my left cheek bone. Time seems to go so slowly. It feels as if I've been in this position for hours, whereas it's only a second.

His lips have just left me and I'm brought back into the sordid reality of the centre, and he's gone before I can say goodbye.

*Harry's point of view*

Dammit. I could really do with a drink right now, but no, Nikki's got other plans. Surely she could read a report some other day. You know what I think I'll go out anyway. I don't need Nikki to get completely plastered. I can do just fine on my own. Hey, I might even get lucky as well.

At the bar, Harry settled down on one of the black leather barstools and ordered himself a pint. He looked at the red and green mood lighting, and stared at the football game going on behind him. He wasn't interested in football itself, but he did enjoy the fouls and yellow and red cards. He wasn't even bothered about who was playing-Newcastle and West Ham. One of the West Ham players tripped up a Newcastle player and the pub entered a long uproar.

Direct foul, huh. Just like Nikki and her lies. Maybe it is a bloke? Not that it matters. But I can just imagine it, him running his fingers through her curly, golden locks. Dammit, Harry Cunningham, get over yourself. So it's the first time I've been rejected, it's not like it was anything of significance. It was just a few drinks. We'll probably do it later in the week, or something.

"Hey, gorgeous, fancy buying me a drink?"

Whoa! Get a load of that! Skinny legs, short leather dress, long black hair. What a slut. She's as orange as a Barbie doll. So, do I string her along or do I tell her to go elsewhere. If it was Nikki in that dress, though…wait! Seriously Harry, get a grip.

"I would love to, but if I did that I'd have to take you home."

Look at her, getting a load of the Harry Cunningham charm. So many women have fallen for it before. Shall I add her to the list?