Dedicated to: a friend of mine whose online name is one I can never remember.
set in the same AU that I wrote a ficlet or drabble in once (after Harvest, Amita joins Immigration)
Summary: Amita and Alice have a chat about the men in their lives (or lack thereof)
pairings: Amita/Charlie, a matchmaking attempt at Don/Alice.
"Alice?" Amita asked one day.
That's an improvement, Alice thought to herself. "Yes?"
"I mentioned that Charlie proposed, right?"
"I think so," she said. At least three or seven times, but understandable.
"Well, we were thinking, and we're going to throw a party this weekend. Caterer and everything."
"Shotgun wedding?" Alice asked.
"No!" Amita said in a hushed horror. Back to normal, "Just to celebrate. My parents will be there, and some of our closest friends - I'd like for you to attend."
"I'd be honored, and I'll be there."
"Thank you!" As an aside, "So far, the best place to seat you is right beside -"
"Don Eppes?" Alice guessed.
"Why do you keep trying to set me up with your fiance's brother?" more curious than anything else.
Amita shrugged. "I think the two of you would be good for each other."
Alice nodded. "That's a good, sound reason," she granted the junior agent she'd taken under her wing. "There's just one problem."
"I have no more interest in dating one of my coreligionists," Alice said, with polite finality, "than I do in dating another Chen."
"Please?" Amita asked. "Not a date - just sitting next to him, just for this dinner. I swear I won't ask you for anything -"
"Unless you need it," Alice said. "I'll be there and I'll sit next to him."
Amita beamed. "Thank you!" she mouthed as the phone rang with a case for their team.