Kind of Like
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A/N: I originaly wrote this piece in my LJ, it's not very big, I just wanted it on is my first R/V. JOIN THE REVOLUTION!
Spoilers: Killer Date
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Ryan Wolfe made his way into a popular night club. The New Rage. Music blared, people throwing themselves into each other on the dance floor, and to top it off, porn was being played on the big screen. Unlike the hoards of people in the cramped area, his goal wasn't to party. He was looking for someone. Maxine Valera.
Ryan peered toward the bar. There she was, sitting in front of the big sreen. He walked toward her and touched her shoulder.
She spun around on her bar stool to face him. "Hi Ryan.." Maxine greeted rather dejectedly. She was sipping on Crown Royal, looking more or less pissed off as she spun back into the position she was in before, facing the screen.
"Hey there." Ryan anxiously greeting his friend in return. He wasn't sure how to address her after this afternoon- you could say he got her fired. "What are you doing drinking all alone?"
Maxine smirked. "Kicking myself in the ass and feeling sorry for myself. I just managed to screw up my life goals of becoming a CSI." She took another sip, her eyes attached to a porn movie that was playing on screen. Ashley Anders' work- It figured.
Ryan was really beating himself up now, he hadn't known she wanted to be a CSI... he should have seen it coming. "I'm sorry... I didn't know."
"Not your fault, Ryan." Another sip followed.
"Well... How do figure? You told me to get out, I didn't. You started to shove me out, I resisted. You open the folder and told me not to look and I did. So how did I not get you fire."
She smirked again. "Not fired, I'm on 'investigated leave' or whatever the crap they call it."
"You didn't asnwer my question."
Maxine rolled her eyes in return. "Since when did you become so freaking persistant?"
"Since Horatio hired me."
"Look... I know you came looking for me. Don't deny it."
"I'm not going to. I came here to tell you to tell me that I'm at fault for getting you fired."
She shot him one of her patented 'What the fuck?' looks. "Are you serious?"
Ryan sighed. "Maxine. I really, really like you. I always have. Getting you fired was never a game plan of mine. I had to see the results of the search. It was my curiostiy that got you fired. I just didn't want you want you blame yourself for something I didn't take your word for. There I said it. Happy now?"
Another 'what the fuck' look came on her face. "You... wait..You like me?"
Ryan looked at his feet. Unsure of whether to get defensive or affirm her question. "Yes. Is that so hard to comprehend?"
"No." She almost giggled to spite her current situation. "Because I've always... kind of liked you, too."
Ryan grinned at her. "Well... That's something we have in comon." He turned a light shade of red.
"C'mon. let's stop playing the blame game and enjoy ourselves. Deal?" She smiled sweetly and held out a hand.
Ryan took it. "Deal." He returned her smile.