A/N: A couple weeks ago, someone asked me on Tumblr if I know of any fics where Rusty or Buzz (not paired together) date anyone. A few weeks before that, I wrote "Freaked Out" which was about Rusty/Chad, but I wasn't able to find any romance fics for Buzz.
I've had this idea for several months, but not the time of patience to write it and I wasn't sure if anyone would like reading a romance fic centered around Buzz. But if one person wants it, then I guess there are more who may be interested. So I made the time to write this fic. It will be 2 or 3 chapters long.

The pairing for this fic is Buzz/Emily and I hope you will like it. Since we were never told if Buzz is into men or women, in this fic he will be bisexual. Also, there may be some mentions of Shandy, but they are not the main pairing in this story.

He hated it when they left him behind, especially when Provenza got snappy with him and would cut him off in the middle of a sentence, or dismiss his knowledge or the stuff that he learned in his reserve training class.

He also hated it when they let him do the dirty work, digging through long footages, frame after frame to find the evidence that will help them solve a case. Did they even realize how hard and boring that was? And none of them ever tried to mentor him in any way; not even Lieutenant Tao, with whom he usually shared some common interests.

So now they all went out to apprehend several suspects and left him behind to sort through an endless video footage from over a 100 security cameras. He already skipped lunch and he wasn't even halfway through.

The sound of hard soles hitting the linoleum floor of the murder room drew his attention immediately. Usually, he was able to recognize the members of the team by the way they walked. Flynn's steps were always rushed as the soles of his shoes hit the floor with anger or excitement, depending on his mood. Provenza's steps were fast and he usually dragged his feet like a displeased child. Amy's steps were steady and excited fast paced raps. Tao's walk was very soft, barely audible. Julio walked fast like Sykes, but his steps were hard, as he hit the floor with both heal and the toe of his foot. Taylor's walk always reminded him with that of a cat, always sneaking in. Rusty always shuffled his feet and the sound of the Captain's heels could be recognize from a distance. The walk of the person who was approaching now was reminiscent of the Captain's but harder and faster, and the person was not wearing heels but some form of boots, possibly Dr. Marten's or Blundstones. If he had to judge by the sound he'd say it was probably a female, but he didn't know any female in the building who wore boots during the summer and Sykes wore heels today.

Getting up from his seat, he walked towards the entrance to the murder room when he recognized the person coming in.

"Hey, I remember you," Emily Raydor said with a smile that reminded him of her mother. "Buzz, right?"

"Yes, that right," he replied as he looked at the young woman. She was taller and thinner than he remembered and her voice sounded different too.

"Where's everyone?" she asked, noticing the way he regarded her.

"Rolled out. They should be back soon," he said, feeling awkward tension settling in his chest.

"And they left you behind? Don't they need a video guy? That's what you do, right?" she asked.

"Umm, yes, but I'm training to become a reserve police officer too. They went to apprehend a suspect and I have some work to do here, but you can wait for your mother in her office or you can get something to eat or drink in the break room, do you know where that is?"

"I do, but I'd prefer to wait with you. Maybe I can help you with what you're doing?" she offered.

"I guess, but it's gonna be really boring. I'm going over footage and trying to find the moment a murder weapon was tossed in a crowd of people. It's like finding a needle in a haystack," he informed her.

"I've got a good eye and it sounds like you really need some help. Maybe we can split the footage," Emily offered. Buzz looked at her for a moment before he decided to take her up on her offer. Within a couple of minutes he set her up with a laptop and they sat side by side, watching the footage on their laptops.

"So, what are you doing in town?" Buzz asked after a while.

"My father invited me. He wants me to meet his new girlfriend, says he's serious about her. He even paid for my flight ticket," Emily replied, her eyes remaining on the screen.

"Does your mother know you're here?"

"Not yet," Emily responded. "Also, it will probably be best if you don't tell that my dad has a new girlfriend. I'm not sure how it will make her feel. I don't wanna rock her boat or anything."

"Secret's safe with me," Buzz replied with a smile.

"So what weapon are we looking for?" Emily asked as she watched the screen.

"A knife," Buzz responded.

"Any other identifying features I should look for?"

"Not that we know of," Buzz said.

"Wow, that's gonna be a tough one, but I always love a good challenge," Emily smiled. Buzz felt his lips curving upwards in response. She had the brightest smile he's ever seen. He found the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled very intriguing and he thought she was very beautiful. Her mannerism reminded him of the Captain's but aside from that, she looked or sounded nothing like her mother.

"Is this the kind of job that you do all the time?" she asked as they continued examining the footage.

"Sometimes. I also film interviews and I do other techy things here and there," Buzz responded.

"Do you like it?"

"The answer to this is quite complicated, I'm afraid," he said. "But I guess I do. It makes me feel good when I find a good piece of evidence that can be used to persecute a suspect or solve a case. It's an important work and it's the fulfilling part, but stuff like this," he motioned towards the laptop screen. "Sometimes it gets a little boring."

"Well, I guess it's good that I'm here to help you," Emily's voice was cheerful.

"It is," Buzz agreed. "So what about you? Do you like your job?"

"I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't like it. I guess it's not as important as your job; I don't help change people's lives or protect society, but I like to think that when the audience sees me performing my roles well on stage, it makes them happy, at least for a little bit. I guess it's a little important too, right?"

"It sounds important to me. Not everyone has the gift to give others happiness through their art," Buzz said and his voice took on a dreamy quality.

"You sound like you wanted to become an artist," Emily commented.

"Well, I have a film degree, which obviously can be used for artistic purposes, but becoming a police detective is what I wanted to do, so I'm happy to utilize it here."

"That's pretty cool, you know, living your dream. And I'm speaking from personal experience too," Emily said. "I always knew I wanted to be a ballerina."

"That's nice. I never went to a ballet, but I know some ballet plays. Are you in anything right now?" Buzz asked. From the Captain's stories, he knew that Emily very rarely managed to get any time off her job in New York.

"I took a week-long vacation, but when I get back, I'm starting to train for Romeo and Juliet. I am dancing Juliet, of course," Emily replied.

"You must be very good if you got the lead," Buzz complimented her.

"Being good is only part of the deal. It's not enough to only be good. A ballerina has to train to become excellent and then she has to train to become supreme. It's a lot of hard work, actually. Otherwise, even a talented dancer can't deliver the desired results."

"Sounds like you need a lot of discipline," Buzz commented.

"I do, but when I'm on the stage and I know I performed really well, it makes me happy. It makes me feel good about myself; it's very satisfying." Emily's eyes shone as she spoke and Buzz couldn't help but admire her for being so in love with her profession. He could identify to some extent, even if he wished his peers would recognize his hard work every once in a while. "Hey, Buzz, look at this," Emily said as she paused the footage and pointed at the corner of the screen of her laptop. "Is that what we're looking for?" Buzz turned the laptop towards him, zoomed in and rewound the footage several times.

"You found it!" he said, his voice much more excited than he meant for it to sound. "Thank you so much, Emily. This will not only help incriminate one of the suspects, it will also help narrowing down the suspect list." Just at that moment, they heard noise coming from the hall as the rest of the team returned with three suspects and directed two of them to different interview rooms and the third to one of the conference rooms.

"Buzz, did you manage to isolate…" Sharon walked towards him and stopped in her tracks as she saw Emily. "Emily, what are you doing here?" She opened her arms and her daughter walked into them.

"I had some time off and I thought I'd surprise you," Emily responded.

"I'm surprised," Sharon admitted. "And very happy you're here." After Emily stepped out of her arms, Sharon looked at Buzz again. "Where are you with the search for the murder weapon?"

"I found it, or actually, Emily did," Buzz replied. Sharon looked between Buzz and Emily and smiled proudly at her daughter. She knew that Buzz had a lot of footage to go over and if he had done it alone, it could take hours until he found it. She knew he felt underappreciated and she hoped that soon she'll find a way to let him know that she and the squad valued him Buzz. showed her the relevant footage and pointed out the person who tossed the murder weapon away.

"Thank you, Buzz," she said and turned to the rest of the squad. "Lieutenant Tao, Detective Sykes, I think we should interview Ms. Reed first," she said. "Buzz, please set up in electronics and after we're done with the interviews you can take a break."

"Sure," Buzz unplugged and shut down the two laptops he and Emily used. "Thank you for the help, Emily," he said as he left for electronics.

It was an hour and a half later when Buzz was finally able to leave the office and head out for lunch. Ms. Reed confessed the murder as soon as she heard of the footage that showed her tossing away the knife in a crowded rock concert and the other evidence that the squad collected in the crime scene. He was glad that the case was finally closed and that he could finally go on his overdue lunch break.

"Hi there," He heard a familiar voice as he waited for the elevator. "I hoped to see you again today." Buzz turned around to face Emily Raydor.

"Hi," he smiled at her. There was something about her, radiance that illuminated everything around her and changed his mood instantly.

"So I heard you cracked the case," Emily said. Buzz confirmed the fact with a hum. "And my mom still has a lot of work, so I wondered if you'd mind keeping me company."

"Sure, but I'm actually only going out for lunch," he replied.

"Would it be okay if I joined you? I'm starving."

"Be my guest," Buzz said at the same time they heard the ding of the elevator when it reached the 9th floor. He didn't really mind that she joined. In fact, he enjoyed talking to her earlier and it was very rare since anyone in the squad paid any attention to what he had to say. It would be nice to have someone he could talk to without being constantly mocked. "So, what do you feel like eating?"

"Hmm, how about Thai?" Emily asked.

"Thai sounds great. There's a great place I know and it's not far. We could go there, if you don't mind walking," Buzz said and pressed the ground floor button. The elevator doors closed.

"Sure," Emily replied and could barely suppress her smile, which reminded Buzz of the Captain's smile. They reached the ground floor and went out of the elevator and left the PAB. They walked for about ten minutes and it was only when they arrived at the restaurant that Buzz noticed that Emily's fingers were wrapped around his own. He could barely hide his surprise; he couldn't remember when her fingers laced with his and who it was who initiated the handholding, but it felt good and he reluctantly let them go as the hostess led them to their table.

They chatted about their interests and their jobs during their lunch. Buzz couldn't help but being enchanted by Emily's wit and humor and several times during their conversation he felt his fact becoming hot as he blushed.

"Do you want to get a dessert? They have the best Banana Loti you'll ever taste out of Thailand," Buzz said.

"Sure, although I wouldn't have anything to compare it to; I've never been to Thailand," Emily replied. Buzz motioned for the waitress to come over and ordered the infamous Thai dessert.

"I've been there after I graduated from university. I went with my sister. It was a lot of fun."

"I'd like to go someday, but with my schedule it may be a long time before I get to do that," Emily said.

"I hope you get to go," Buzz said. The waitress came over to their table and placed the plate with their dessert. Buzz watched Emily as she took the first bite.

"Oh my God, Buzz! This is divine!" she said, a bit too loudly. Buzz smiled. He never knew anyone who didn't like Banana Loti, especially when it was well made.

"Did I tell you I took some Thai cooking classes when I was there?" he asked.

"You did? That's really cool, Buzz," Emily's eyes lighted up. "So how about you give me a crash course in Thai cooking on our first date?"

TBC

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