A few weeks before that would be a few weeks before she really met the woman; she'd seen her in passing at Steve's office, but they hadn't really chatted until the night of the fundraiser, right before Steve joined her for drill on the Enterprise.
For Valentine's Day. A thought that still makes her a lot more amused than she really should be, but, really? Steve McGarrett doing Valentine's Day. By coming aboard her workplace for his annual drill. She's sure he thought it was a great idea, and it was nice, but there really is something to be said for just a nice dinner. Especially when your Valentine could really only be called that by default.
But she remembers Lori: slim, petite, big eyes, blond hair, and a way of sometimes watching Steve that made Cath want to pat her on the shoulder. There ought to be a support group for the people who fall for Steve McGarrett, so they can help the new ones understand that there's light after the tunnel, that even though he'll never reciprocate, he's still someone to love and care about, and that he'll be loyal to the bitter end, if that's what it takes. Even if that loyalty doesn't come with a side helping of the kind of togetherness it's easy to dream about and crave when meeting him for the first time.
There's nothing to be jealous of in the kind of crush Lori had on Steve, and she's pretty much the last person to consider herself having a right to be jealous, even if it were more. What they have isn't the same thing.
Which makes it easy to tease, with a smile, and say: "Oh, so this is where you bring all the girls."
Hoping to wipe that inward turn off his expression, the disappointment that seeps in every time he loses somebody, even if it's just to another job. She's pretty sure Lori, somewhere, isn't going to remember hurting her ankle, or even the pain of leaving, as much as being invited here, and carried back down.
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Date: 2013-01-26 01:56 pm (UTC)For Valentine's Day. A thought that still makes her a lot more amused than she really should be, but, really? Steve McGarrett doing Valentine's Day. By coming aboard her workplace for his annual drill. She's sure he thought it was a great idea, and it was nice, but there really is something to be said for just a nice dinner. Especially when your Valentine could really only be called that by default.
But she remembers Lori: slim, petite, big eyes, blond hair, and a way of sometimes watching Steve that made Cath want to pat her on the shoulder. There ought to be a support group for the people who fall for Steve McGarrett, so they can help the new ones understand that there's light after the tunnel, that even though he'll never reciprocate, he's still someone to love and care about, and that he'll be loyal to the bitter end, if that's what it takes. Even if that loyalty doesn't come with a side helping of the kind of togetherness it's easy to dream about and crave when meeting him for the first time.
There's nothing to be jealous of in the kind of crush Lori had on Steve, and she's pretty much the last person to consider herself having a right to be jealous, even if it were more. What they have isn't the same thing.
Which makes it easy to tease, with a smile, and say: "Oh, so this is where you bring all the girls."
Hoping to wipe that inward turn off his expression, the disappointment that seeps in every time he loses somebody, even if it's just to another job. She's pretty sure Lori, somewhere, isn't going to remember hurting her ankle, or even the pain of leaving, as much as being invited here, and carried back down.