Authors Note : This is my first fan fic, so I really need all the comments I can get as I am not sure I should keep writing. Sorry, I am afraid this is not very long. Foolish Games By Leanne PJ lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, the radio softly playing in the background. He finally had a day off and he really couldn't really be bothered to get out of bed. Normally this very atheletic man would have thought of it as a waste, but he decided today he deserved some time to relax. He lazily turned his head towards the window were the warm sun blazed down on him reminding him of his childhood when he had spent most of his days at the beach. All he had left of those days was a couple of old surfboards that he often looked at hoping to one day teach his own kids to surf on. The fondest memories of his father were probaly the happy days spent at the beach weaving in and out of the waves. PJ was pulled away from his thoughts as one of his favourite songs began to play it was soft and slow and would not usually interest PJ but it reminded him of the rocky path he was travelling for the woman he so dearly loved........ "You took your coat off and stood in the rain, You were always crazy like that." He had seen parts of her no one else saw. The crazy , wild, freespirited woman that she kept hidden away so well from others behind thick walls that had to be broken down brick by brick. "I watched from my window, Always felt I was outside looking in on you." But he had still felt as though he was no part of her life even after all his hard work to bring her close. He wanted so much to know her well, to just melt the barriers away. But all the emotional baggage she carried was, although he hated to admit it, so much stronger then his own physical strength. Once there relationship reached a certain point, it seemed the harder he tried to get close to her the further she seemed to push him away. The strain of it all often made him believe he was lucky to have gotten as far as he did, but a strong determination pushed him on. He could not believe that they were destine to only be friends, they could have much more than that. "You were always the mysterious one, with dark eyes and careless hair." She had always been mysterious to him, it was probaly part of the reason why he was so intrigued by her. He sometimes wondered how mysterious and shut off she must seem to people who didn't know her well. Or maybe it was easier to form a distant relationship. Was he trying to get too close ? His mother had always taught him to care about others, but was it possible too care too much ? "You were fashionably sensitive, But too cold to care." He knew she had a heart, he had seen her down and blue. Watched her cry, wanting to pull her tightly into his arms and kiss the pain away. But every time he had tried to express how he felt, that sensitive heart seemed to turn to steel. "Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say, Besides some comment on the weather." Occasionally he had thought they had gotten somewhere, but then she would turn around and they would be back to comic conversation. A 'how are you today' or some silly little comment about the weather. How did she so easily turn herself as cold as cement. "Well in case you've failed to notice, In case you've failed to see. This is my heart bleeding before you, This is me down on my knees." At times he believed she knew how he felt. He started to think that maybe she watched in vain as inside he began to crumble and weep in pain. But he knew his pressious angel was better than that and cursed himself for thinking such a thought. "These foolish games are tearing me apart, Your foolish words are breaking my heart, Breaking my heart." She had no idea the pain he felt and his longing to hold her in his arms. He was slowly breaking under the pressure and had to fight hard not to lose all hope and his sanity at the same time. "You were always brilliant in the morning, Smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee." How he lived for the mornings when she would come into his office with two cups of coffee and they would sit talking. He loved talking to her, even if it was just about a case they were working on. Though they didn't only talk about cases. Apart from work colleagues they were also the best of friends. But he knew they could be so much more than friends. "Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you, You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones, As I clumsily strummed my guitar." She had always amazed him the way she saw the other sides to things and could debate her thoughts so well and she was so often right. But he still found himself debating points with her. Although her incredible charm and wit often meant he was no obstacle to her. "You'd teach me of honest things, Things that were daring, things that were clean, Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.' She had no were near as much experience as him, but working with her he had still learn't so much and somehow she had managed to soften him. She had also changed many other aspects of his life, he now saw the world in a totally diffrent way and was no longer the terrible womaniser he used to be. Now had eyes for only one woman, and one day he would have that woman. On the other side of Mt Thomas Maggie Doyle was sipping coffee, enjoying her day off and listening to the very same song...... "So I hid my soiled hands behind my back, Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you, Excuse me if I've mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn, Somebody more like myself. And these foolish games are tearing me apart, You're foolish words are breaking my heart, You're breaking my heart. You took your coat off and stood in the rain, You were always crazy like that." As the radio announcers voice came in Maggie's eyes drifted towards the picture above her fireplace of her and her work colleagues. All of the others went out of focus as her eyes locked on the man in that photo that meant the most to her, PJ Hasham. She loved him more than anyone else in the world, but was too scared to tell him how she felt. Scared he did not feel the same way, scared of a broken heart, but most of all scared of losing the greatest friend she had ever had. Thats all. Thanks for reading and please send me some feedback. Disclaimer: I don't own either of the charecters in the story above, they are owned by Hal Mc Elroy and Southern Star. (That is unless some lucky person got them for christmas !) I also don't own the song Foolish Games which is written and performed by Jewel Kilcher and if you dont already know is found on the CD Pieces of You.