Gathering Happiness

Jack McCoy dropped
unceremoniously into the chair beside Connie's desk.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "What's with Mike?" he asked
without preamble.

"What makes you think I
know?" she responded, her eyes on her computer screen.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She still caught the disgusted look he shot
her.

"Don't make me say it out
loud," he warned.

"Give me a hint," she
replied.  He cocked an eyebrow.

"He's tense, he's jumpy, he
won't look at me, and he's barely speaking to me," he listed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "What's the problem?"

She glanced at him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "He had some kind of weird dream this
morning," she replied.  "He
said it wasn't a nightmare, but … it definitely got to him."style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She typed a few more words.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  "I wonder what it was?"