A/N
I'm still in a very busy and uncomfortable spot life-wise, but this little scene presented itself last night and I had to write it down. Frankly, I was pleased to write at all; sometimes I get completely stuck when I'm stressed.
"Thanks for the lift, man," Morgan said. "My car bailed on me the worst possible moment."
"Oh, it's fine, it was on my way," Rossi replied. "You want me to take a look at it when we get back?"
"I didn't know you could fix cars. Fix them up, yeah, but not, you know, the mechanics."
"I have lots of talents," Rossi said as he stepped out of the car. "Actually, I've had to learn it, I didn't always have money you know."
"You know what I'd buy if I could afford it right now?" Morgan said. "A bike."
"A motorcycle kind of bike, or the bicycle kind?"
"Motorcycle, of course."
At that very moment a large, shiny Harley came roaring into the parking house and both men stared. The driver, dressed in tight leather suit, was very clearly a woman, given the shape of her body. It was a well-shaped woman, at that.
"Look at those lines," Rossi said in awe. Morgan shot him a glance. "What? I was talking about the bike."
"Well… I could say the same thing about the rider," Morgan mumbled. "You know what? I'm gonna ask her out."
"Whoa, that's kind of sudden, don't you think?"
"Sure, but I'm all about taking chances. I mean, a woman shaped like that, who works in the FBI, and drives a motorcycle is probably not into guys either way, but I'm going to give it a shot."
"Isn't that a bit judgmental?"
"I base it on experience. Remember Nicki? And Vanessa?"
"Both of them?"
"With each other."
"Ouch."
Morgan shrugged and walked up to the woman just as she swung her leg over the bike and then started to take her helmet off, shaking out a mane of shiny dark hair. She was standing with her back to him, but she did seem to hear him approach.
"Hey lady, I love that ride of yours," he said smoothly.
"Hi. Yeah, she's a beauty, isn't she?" Alex Blake said as she turned around to face him. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled broadly. "I just went to pick her up, I wasn't going to ride to work but I just couldn't resist playing a little on the roads." She stroke the bike with one gloved hand. "It's my favourite part about summer."
Morgan sent Rossi a helpless glance, but the other man simply chuckled.
"Go on Derek, I believe you have something to ask Alex."
"Ask me what?" She still sparkled, completely lit up and very different from the serious and strict colleague he had seen her as all the time. He realised that she was beautiful. How had he missed that all along? Because of her age? Ridiculous. She wasn't that old.
"I wanted to ask you out to dinner."
"Dinner?" she said, sounding puzzled. "Like, a date?"
"Like a date," he agreed. She shrugged.
"Okay."
She walked past him, close enough that he'd feel a whiff of her perfume along with the scent of leather, and he felt a bit dizzy. How come he had never really noticed her before? She was hot, damn it.
"But you are not riding my bike," she added. Then she smirked. "Not literally, anyway."
Then she walked off. Morgan stared at her, surprised to see her moving very catlike, seeming more comfortable in the tight leather than she seemed to be in her pantsuits.
"Was that an invitation coming from Alex Blake?" he said. Rossi chuckled and patted his shoulder hard.
"Don't ask me. I'm still trying to wrap my head around what just happened here."
"Yeah… so am I."