Prompt: vehicle
Michelle sat rigidly in the passenger seat of the SUV, trying to ignore the tension radiating between herself and Detective Mac Taylor.
It was not going so well…the ignoring part, since she couldn't seem to stop looking at him out of the corner of her eye. Worse than that, every time she stole a glance she caught him looking as well.
Why had she agreed to this stakeout? She shouldn't even be in here with a CSI. She should be in here with Detective Flack or Detective Angell or anyone but the gorgeous, yet wholly frustrating man next to her whom she wanted to smack half the time and kiss the other half.
Okay, so maybe the kissing part was a little more often than the smacking part, but it was still there. It was an important part because even though Mac might make her blood hum and her heart race, he also made her want to pull out her hair and throw things. No man had made her feel like that since….since her husband.
She shivered at the thought and since he was once again glancing at her he noticed.
"Cold?" he asked, "I can turn up the heat."
"No, no," she said, but he was already turning the dial, then reaching over to her open up the vents and tilt them toward her. She reached forward as well and their hands met somewhere in the middle—the contact sparking them and making them pull back quickly.
"Sorry," she said, "Its just…"
"Static," he finished, nodding at her, but not sounding any more sure than her.
"Right," she answered, before turning her attention back to the apartment they were watching.
Just science, nothing more, just static electricity.
She repeated the words like a mantra and vowed not to look at Mac for the rest of the night.
She lasted five minutes before glancing at him again. Again, his gaze was locked on hers.
Just static.
