A/N: Okay, I know! I need to finish "Through Her Eyes." Not too sure what's keeping me from writing the next chapter, but if anything, I will have SOMETHING up by Sunday. Seriously sorry!
Anyway, I got the idea for this when I turned to the "George Lopez Show" (sitcom). For those who don't know, Eva La Rue played his sister, and in this particular episode, she was teaching Max how to dance, :: snickers :: .
Disclaimer: I don't own: the show, the song, the characters, the characters movements, etc... (put I'll say I choreographed, =) )
All thoughts are italicized and belong to Ryan, =). Takes place between Flight Risk and Target Specific…
Rubbing his eyes for the third time in the last 30 minutes, Ryan let out an exasperated yawn. It took a couple of days, but the team finally solved a case involving the murder of an aspiring actress. Walking down the hall of the lab, Ryan swore himself a nice, long and hot shower followed by the comfort of his own sheets. There was nothing standing between him and a gracious snooze.
The constant of a beat resonated against the walls of the lab causing Ryan to pause mid-step. The beat accompanied with a Latin syncopation continued followed by the giggling of women, female voices he knew well enough. Hunting down the melody, he began to realize its origin: the break room.
"Calleigh, come on!" begged Natalia, pulling her friend up from sitting by the arm. "How are you going to learn if you don't even try?"
"I told you, Nat, I can't shake my hips that way!" Calleigh protested, probably for the millionth time.
Shake? Hips?
"Cal, I thought you took dance lessons growing up?" Natalia continued to move freely to the melody.
"Uh, yeah, that was ballet. I tried extremely hard to stay away from jazz," Calleigh clarified before Natalia attempted to lift the blonde back up.
Before coming any closer to the threshold, an idea evolved. Trailing his eyes around the area, Ryan spotted Paula, the patrol officer, at the front desk. He quickly scurried his legs towards the female with an energetic expression.
"Paula, do you have one of those round things—"
Paula starred at him blankly.
"You know, those make-up things," Ryan persisted, shaping the object with his hands, "with the mirror and the—"
"Oh, you mean a 'compact'?" Paula leaned back, an eye brow raised in amusement.
"Yes, that! Can I borrow it?"
"Need to cover up those circles under your eyes?" she joked, giggling at his eagerness.
"Paula, please!" Clasping his hands together, Ryan pulled out his puppy dog eyes. This action seemed to work as Paula slowly lifted her purse, and carefully rummaged through it trying to find the item. She smirked at Ryan's antsy movement. Cautiously, Paula reached out her hand holding the makeup to Ryan, pulling it back kiddingly before handing it over.
Ryan barely breathed a "thank you" before rushing back towards the sensual music.
"Don't break it!" Paula exclaimed.
Taking a deep breath, Ryan searched his eyes around for any on-lookers waiting to call him out on his sleuthing. Noting his clearance, he gently and cautiously placed his back against the wall next to the threshold and slid the now-opened compact towards the door opening. His eyes widened pleasingly at the sight.
Oh, damn…Ryan thought.
"Ow!" Natalia sang as she isolated her hips from her body. "Come on, Calleigh, quit being so shy! Eric will love this," she sang, casting an encouraging smile.
He's not the only one…Ryan tried to contain himself...wasn't working.
"Can't we at least change the song?" Calleigh slightly whined. "Maybe to a easier beat?" Rolling her eyes, Natalia bent down toward her pink iPod and shuffled through her playlist.
"Oh, you'll know this one," Natalia stated, wagging her finger at the blonde CSI. Instantly, the song "Mambo #5," began to project from the tiny mp3 player.
"Love this!" exclaimed Calleigh as she jumped up from her seat. Calleigh followed as Natalia wiggled her hips left and right. "Okay, so it's like a figure 8?"
"Pretty much!" Natalia declared.
Wow... I didn't know hips could move like that.
"Perfect!" Natalia proclaimed, shaking her hips as she circled herself. "Now try this. It's La Lavadora."
"I know this!" Calleigh shouted. Both women began to frame their bodies with their arms, obviously becoming more and more relaxed to the tune. "Nat, you are an awesome teacher!"
Yeah, you could teach me any day.
From the receptionist desk, Paula bit back a cry of insane laughter as she watched Ryan unknowingly begin to move his hips to the beat - or maybe to something else. Still, he held on to the compact, vowing to not miss a move.
"A little bit of Eric in my life," Calleigh sang as Natalia almost doubled over in laughter. "What? I know you want to sing it, too!"
"Not about Eric!" Natalia continued her giggling fit, fighting to resume her dancing.
"Oh, I know who's name you would say..." Calleigh stopped mid-dance and looked towards the doorway. "Speak of the devil," she remarked, pointing towards the tiny little mirror with a certain set of hazel eyes encompassed in them, "I think we have an audience."
Realizing he'd been made, Ryan rushed a marathon over to Paula, hastily throwing the compact to her, which she barely caught before hitting the desk.
"Thank you, Paula!" Ryan exclaimed as the two female CSIs peered out from the break room, their eyes traveling around the lab before stopping in Ryan's direction. "You have a great night!" With that, he turned on his heels to head out. "Oh, hi, ladies!" Ryan waved at Calleigh and Natalia ambitiously. See you tomorrow," he stated, almost too cheery.
The three women gazed at each other, slight confusion from all corners. Shrugging, Calleigh and Natalia stepped back in the break room, the music still blaring.
"Somebody likes you..." Calleigh sing-songed.
"Uh, okay," Natalia attempted to ignore the blonde's remark by returning to her dancing.
"A little bit of Ryan in your life," Calleigh joked.
"Shut up!" Natalia shouted, but she couldn't help the smirk emitting from herself...or the twinge in her core.
"A little entertainment before heading home?" Eric stepped out in front of Ryan before he had time to make his embarrassing escape.
"Uh, what?" Ryan faked.
"Like what you saw?" Eric continued interrogating.
"Don't know what you are talking about," Ryan replied, his eagerness to leave evident in his shifting eyes.
"You weren't checking out Calleigh, were you?"
"Oh, no! I would—Delko, believe me! I would never check out Calleigh," Ryan stated as Eric raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Not that she isn't beautiful, she is! It's just—I—uh," Ryan desperately attempted to find the words that wouldn't result in his foot in his mouth.
"Relax, Wolfe," Eric chuckled. "I know who you were watching."
"Don't know what you're talking about," Ryan repeated bluntly. "Gotta go!" With that, Ryan rushed for the stairway, which couldn't have taken any longer to get to.
"Whatever you say, Wolfe," Eric chuckled again. "Whatever you say." Walking off, Eric felt the melody emerge from his throat. "A little bit of Calleigh in my lab. A little bit of 'Talia in his bed," he joked, followed by a maniacal laugh.
Heehee, anyway...
Calleigh taking dance lessons growing up was an ode to Emily Procter being an actual dance major! (like me!) Read and Review!