Second one-shot today. And strangely enough, well no. Maxine/Travers Friendship (since their developed relationship is only in FB)
Same routine every morning. Still, Maxine couldn't forget that she was dumped 4 days ago. What was it? 30 something guys that dumped her when they found out the she had to be anytime at the lab even in the middle of the night running DNA samples? Couldn't they have at least attempted at not breaking her heart by not going over to her house after the night at the bar? She was a cop, so, if you were to date a cop, you had to accept their work hours. A thought that maybe she should search for the next person the next person to date in the lab or maybe in the department itself was cut off by hot coffee being spilt over her hand.
"Ow!" Maxine hissed, running her hand under cold water in the sink that was located next to the the table.
"Oh jeepers, I'm so sorry." The man said, watching as Maxine gingerly felt her hand.
"What are you? British?" Maxine laughed lightly as she dried her hand off on a towel. "Wait," She turned around. "You're the trace guy. Of course, you're British"
"Yes, yes I am" He said, a little worried. "How's your hand?" He asked.
"Ah, it's okay. Travers, right?" She asked, smiling.
"Yeah, I'm a dim for not knowing your name, but what is it?" He asked, and earned a smile on the word 'dim'
"Maxine. And it's nice to meet you." Maxine said, and he opened his mouth again to say something. "And don't worry about my hand."
"Alrighty, then, cheerio!" Travers said and headed out of the break room.
"Good morning." Natalia said. "What's gotten into you?" Natalia asked, as Maxine shook her head.
"My first encounter with our British co-worker." Maxine said
"Oh. I understand." Natalia said, laughing a bit. "Him and his British slang threw me off balance the first time too."
Ha. A drabble of friendship. Anyways...Ima do something more. Maybe a R/N/N fic. Just for kicks.