Disclaimer: None of the characters are owned by me, except Alisha Richardson, Addi Thompson and Gary Lane and other OC's I've forgetten. Brittni Caine belongs to one of my friends and is used with permission. CBS owns all others.
Finally Getting It Right
Chapter One
Alisha Richardson danced around her new apartment to Daughtry's Over You. She was free!
Having landed a job at the Miami-Dade Crime Lab as a CSI, Alisha moved to Miami, fleeing the life she'd led in Napa, California and the ex-boyfriend turned stalker.
Alisha was in seventh heaven. Tomorrow she started her new job and tonight she was going clubbing.
Alisha stopped spinning and let the room tilt around her. It was a wonderful feeling to be a new person.
Dressed in a short black mini skirt and a sparkly gold top, her long brown hair straight as an board, Alisha arrived at the hottest club in Miami. After being let in she made her way to the bar and ordered a drink.
Alisha ignored the pounding music, the glittery lights and, for once in along time, didn't mind the crowd. All she wanted to do was enjoy herself and feel like a real person again.
A man leaned against the bar next to her and ordered a screwdriver. "So what's a pretty girl like yourself doing in a place like this alone?" he asked conversationally. His breath smelled of alcohol, lots of alcohol.
Alisha gave him a strange look, her brown eyes narrowing slightly and said, "And what makes you think I'm here alone?"
"Because no one man worth his salt would leave you alone. So what about it, babe? Wanna jive with me?"
Alisha's drink came and she turned around and causally scanned the crowd. Spotting a man who was alone and quite good looking, she made a beeline for him.
"Oh, honey, I was so scared you wouldn't find me in this crowd," she said dramatically, feeling bar dudes eyes on her.
Turning her back to him, she whispered to the stranger, "Please help me. He's had more then his limit on alcohol."
The handsome stranger glanced over Alisha's shoulder at bar dude. He looked back at Alisha and broke into a wide smile, his brown eyes lighting up. "I was looking all over for you, Madison. Where's my drink?"
Alisha smiled her thanks and answered, still playing along, "I wasn't sure what you wanted. But you can share mine."
Alisha slipped between two people to get out of sight of bar dude.
"Thank you so much. That guy was really creeping me out," Alisha said to the stranger.
"My names Ryan. And it was no problem," Ryan replied, sticking out his hand.
"Alisha," Alisha shook his hand.
"So how come I've never seen you here before?" Ryan asked, leading her away from the bar and bar dude.
"I just moved to Miami," Alisha answered honestly.
Ryan scanned the crowd, looking for Timothy Speedle, who'd he'd shown up with but somehow had lost.
"What are you going to do here?" Ryan asked, finding himself interested in the pretty girl.
"I've got a job," was all Alisha would say. She wasn't in a hurry to add that her job was as a crime scene investigator. Instant turn off for most men.
Speed, as most called Tim Speedle, choose that moment to appear. "Ryan, I've got to go. H paged," he said, looking at Alisha with appreciation.
"It's cool, dude," Ryan said, understanding.
"Well have fun," Speed said pointedly at Ryan. Ryan got the message, unfortunately so did Alisha.
"Friend of yours?" she said dryly, finishing off her drink.
"It's just Speed. Nothing to worry about. Hey wanna dance with me?" Ryan asked, steering the conversation to something somewhat safe.
"Sure." Alisha got rid of her empty glass and joined Ryan on the dance floor.
To be continued….
