Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the FBI agents, yeah, Heather Landrey is a real character!
Summary: When you have a one night stand, it's almost impossible to have regrets. It was just a fling right? Then why the hell did something so beautiful come from something so simple?
Spoilers: up until One Of Our Own.
Sitting and Standing by Liv

Ok, so we didn't learn any big lesson. Sue me.-Calvin

chapter 1: Amends

Ryan changed in the locker room; he hadn't noticed the door open and he didn't notice the FBI agent leaning against one of the far lockers, watching him.

"You doing anything now?" asked Heather Landrey, causing Ryan to look up, halfway between pulling on his shirt. Heather didn't seem to mind.

"No," he said curtly. Heather dropped her head slightly and walked forward, crossing her arms over her chest as she reached him, stopping about a yard away and leaning against the lockers again.

"Look, I know we got off on a bad start-," Ryan snorted. "- but I was doing my job. Believe it or not they pay me to be a bitch."

"Well you do an awfully good job of it," said Ryan sitting down on the bench and tugging off his shoes and replacing them; Heather glared at him.

"You weren't exactly a peach to be around either."

"What do you expect; you were accusing me of stealing," Heather opened her mouth to retort, but stopped and held up her hands.

"Alright, this isn't how I wanted this conversation to turn out; I wanted to ask you if- if you would like to start over. Go out for a drink with me," Ryan stared at her and sighed.

"Alright," said Ryan standing up and grabbing his jacket, he paused as he slid it on. Standing in front of her he grinned and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Ryan Wolfe."

A small smile broke over Heather's face and she took in hand in her own, trying very hard not to sigh. "I'm Heather Landrey."

Ryan grinned at her and released her hand. "Heather, pretty name."

Heather grinned at him and fixed the strap on her purse. "So," she began as Ryan lead the way out of the locker room and towards the parking lot. "Where should we go?"

"Do you have a car?"

"Yeah," said Heather slowly, adjusting the collar of her coat distractedly. "Why? What do you have in mind?"

"Open mic night at this bar my friend owns, it's pretty wild and out of the way. Not exactly your typical tourist spot. What do ya say?"

"Open mic night?" asked Heather, pulling out her keys and handing them to him. "Sounds like fun."

-x-

It was actually a pretty cool place, Heather thought as Ryan lead the way past some guy in glasses who waved Ryan in, and on to a booth towards the back of the place.

It was dark. There were hanging lights here and there, and as soon as they sat down the same guy who waved to Ryan as they walked in came over, followed by a blonde girl scantily clad in yellow and black. She grinned pleasantly at Ryan before pulling out a note pad and pen, ready to take their orders.

The man with glasses patted Ryan on the shoulder and stood next to him checking out Heather before muttering something in Ryan's ear.

Ryan rolled his eyes and elbowed the guy in the ribs.

"Heather, it is my misfortune to introduce you to Nathan Clark. Nate this is Heather Landrey."

"Nice to meet you," said Heather, sitting up slightly to shake Nathan's hand before turning to the waitress. "Your boss always this obscene?" Ryan snorted and the girl grinned.

"I've known these two jerk offs since highschool. He get's worse when he's sober, and Ryan only get's hotter," Heather grinned at her.

"Heather."

"Cindy."

"Stop bonding," said Ryan and Nathan simultaneously. Heather looked down, grinning to herself.

"What can I get you guys?" asked Cindy, shoving Nathan out of the way with her drink tray and taking Heather and Ryan's order's respectively. After she left Heather and Ryan sat looking around the room, nervously, listening to different bands play.

"So, do you play anything?" asked Heather, resting her elbows on the table. Ryan, who'd been drinking at the time of the question, nodded his head instead of voicing his answer.

"Yeah, guitar and saxophone. I played in a band when I was in highschool."

"You play the sax?" asked Heather, leaning closer to the table and swirling her drink around with her index finger. "You know how cool that is right?" she said holding back her laughter.

"Oh yeah, drives the chicks wild," said Ryan sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at her playfully. Heather burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to catch her breath.

"I will buy the next round if you play the sax for me," said Heather, trying very hard to control her breath, smiling very wildly at Ryan, who considered it.

"Fine," said Ryan standing up and walking past her towards Nathan, who was leaning against the wall tapping his foot to the music. Heather watched him mutter something to Nathan, causing the poor boy to raise his eyebrows and glance in Heather's direction. The shrug was all she needed.

Have I peeked your interests? Fantastic! Your reviews keep me writing, but use your own imagination's to figure out what you want to happen, because I grantee you, you wont be disappointed.

-x-liv

Next Time: "Are you going home?" he asked her softly... Heather didn't want to think about it.