As I walked back into the room, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I shouldn’t have made that promise. Reid and Foxy seemed good, but there were no guarantees they could crack this thing. We didn’t even have any strong leads. I started to think about my career. Failing to fulfill a promise wasn’t going to get me a promotion. Over the past six years I had been bounced from show to show, mostly because of my mother’s connections. I knew people didn’t think I was that good – I wasn’t. There were producers out there who made it seem so easy. They knew what to do in every situation and what questions to ask. As for me, I had this bad habit of thinking about my next question instead of listening to the answer I was being given. This meant I constantly lost my train of thought during interviews and ended up having to replay the tapes afterwards to learn what anyone said. This was finally my chance to prove myself, and I had to find a way.
Mac was sitting at our desk when I walked back in. He looked me up and down. “Wow, Sharpe. Three hours of sleep and you look great.”
Without thinking, I planted myself on Mac’s lap and hugged him. I needed a compliment right about now, and I was very happy to accept it – even if it was just about my looks. I was also exhausted and used this excuse to rest my head for a minute. “Thank you, Mac.”
Mac pulled my head off his shoulder and looked me in the eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I just promised Lenny this case would be solved by next week. He wants it to be the first show in the series,” I whispered.
“Why the hell did you do that?”
“Missy’s already got her first case solved. It’s a boring gang-banger case, but they found the killer and made an arrest. Mac – we have to solve this thing.”
“We have to?” Mac asked.
“I want to go down to the track tonight again. Reid and Foxy don’t have to know.”
“So you want to go undercover?” Mac asked.
“It’s not really undercover – I mean, Kitt knows me. I just want to talk to him – off the record.”
“But on camera?” Mac said.
“If you’re interested,” I answered.
“Okay, it’s a date. But let’s keep Manny out of this – I can handle the audio.”
I kissed Mac on the cheek and stood up. I was suddenly feeling much better about the whole thing. After all, I had MacGyver by my side – what could go wrong?
I glanced over at Foxy who was shaking his head. I don’t think he heard what we were talking about, but I did think he was getting the impression that I was a bit of a floozy. I started to develop a conscience about it, but then I decided I was reading too much into Foxy’s expressions. He probably just farted or something.