The March on City Hall

Hi, my name is Davis.

JEREMY: I like the idea of trying to get the Mayor in a compromising picture with Carter better.

I'm about to march on City Hall.

When sending Jeremy in to get dirt on the Mayor didn't work, I knew it was time for a bigger action--namely a rally right on the fucker's doorstep.

Everything was all set to go. Five hundred of us were meeting at the state house and walking down to City Hall.

Jeremy, ever the Scully to my Mulder, was trying to talk me out of it.

JEREMY: I'm not trying to talk you out of it.
ME: You're trying to dissuade me then.
JEREMY: Possibly dissuade--I'll give you dissuade.
ME: So now it's just a matter of semantics.
JEREMY: I don't want you to get hurt. This guy is insane. He might just unleash the dogs on you.
ME: I love dogs. Parakeets I'd be a little nervous about.

The crowd was ready to go.

JEREMY: Just promise me you'll be careful.
ME: Listen to you, like I'm heading to the Civil War. We should get you a bonnet.
JEREMY: Wow, you really do wear your defense mechanisms on your sleeve.

This is why Jeremy scares me--he knows me too well.

I turned to go, and then I thought, what the hell? The moment was already so melodramatic.

ME: Hey Jeremy--

Before I could change my mind, I walked up to him and kissed him.

He looked stunned. I think we both did.

JEREMY: What was--
ME: What Ritchie said on the tape...it was true.
JEREMY: Wait, are you saying you--
ME: I'm not sure I can say it yet. My heart is still two sizes too small.

Silence.

JEREMY: So I guess we're going to talk about this later.
ME: That's if I make it back from Gettysburg in one piece.

I laughed and walked away, still sort of caught up in the moment.