A/N: For those of you who don't know, Kylie Flack is my creation. She's Don Flack's brother from CSI:NY. I promise there will be more Miami characters as the plot thickens. P.S. Thanks Nik Nak17 for letting me use Niki Foxx for a brief moment in time. Ughhmm....Reviews would be mighty damn awesome?

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:Miami nor New York. Though all those boys are damn fine and if I did own them....never mind.

Badass. That's what leather jackets said to her. Danny Messer had a leather jacket and that had secretly turned her on, though she wouldn't admit that to her big brother. Every man she ever had a one-night stand with, it was because they were wearing a leather jacket when she had happened to get drunk. Ryan Wolfe was a turn on, she thought as she watched him walk through the Miami Dade Crime Lab. He was sexy, as he walked with a slight cockiness. And it wasn't like she was ever going to see him again. After this case closed, she was going home to New York, and she wasn't coming back.

"That's Ryan Wolfe," Natalia laughed when she realized Kylie Flack hadn't paid attention to one thing she had just said.

"He's hot," Kyle giggled, blushing a bit.

"Ehh," Natalia shrugged. "Jesse Cardoza is way hotter."

"So is Wolfe single?"

"Yeah, I think so," Natalia laughed, nodding her head. "Why? You planning on moving to Miami?"

"No," Kylie shook her head. "I'm planning on stealing his leather jacket. It's cold in New York this time of year."

"I have no clue why he wears that thing. It's kind of sexy though."

"That's why he wears it," Kylie laughed. She tried her best not to fall over when Ryan entered the lab, and smiled at both Natalia and Kylie.

"You must be Detective Flack. I'm Ryan Wolfe," Ryan said, holding his hand out to Kylie, who gratefully shook it. His handshake was firm, yet another turn on for Kylie.

"Nice to meet you Wolfe," Kylie smiled. She tucked her hair behind her ear, and glanced toward the evidence in front of her.

"Well," Natalia smiled, "Bathroom break," she said heading out of the lab, leaving Kylie and Ryan alone.

"So," Ryan smiled, leaning in front of Kylie to grab a pair of gloves. "You ever been to Miami?"

Kylie nodded her head. "My friend and I went to college here. I kind of forgot how great it was."

"You should move back. I'm sure H wouldn't mind hiring someone new. I could put in a good word for you."

"Miami is my vacation place," Kylie informed Ryan, giving him a smile. "Save for this visit."

Ryan nodded his head, and watched Kylie Flack's loose curls fall in front of her face, as she looked down at the evidence lying on the glass tables. She had a slight smile on her face as she tucked the curl behind her hair, and bit her bottom lip. She was thinking, he noticed when her left eyebrow scrunched a bit, and her forehead crinkled.

He watched her nod her head and then turned to face him. "I think this barrette makes our suspect a woman, no?"

"I agree," Ryan nodded his head.

"Wrong," Kylie shook her head vigorously. "I think she's a he."

"Why?" Ryan asked, scrunching both his eyebrows in protest.

"Why the hell would a guy wear a barrette, right?" Kylie asked, holding up the black barrette with her gloved hand. "That's what I was thinkin when your lab tech told me the DNA had a Y chromosome. So I'm thinking cross dresser."

"Cross dresser?" A bald man in a tan colored suit asked, joining the two in the lab. He smiled at Kylie and held his hand out. "Detective Tripp," he smiled.

"Kylie Flack," Kylie smiled back, shaking his hand. "Should we go look for a cross dresser?"

Ryan let out a chuckle. "I guess so," he said turning to look at Tripp. "You ready to look for a cross dresser?"

"I know I am," Kylie smiled. "I've never known one before! This is exciting. I hope he or she is the killer! That would be a great story to tell later."

Ryan shook his head as Kylie skipped out of the lab, lightly tugging at the cuff on his jacket to get him to follow.

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Kylie let out a giggle as Ryan pulled her onto the dance floor. She wasn't a dancer. She had never been good with moving her feet. But she had learned from her friend how to shake her ass. She wasn't normally slutty, but she was in an unfamiliar place with a hot man, and she was drunk. She was going to get laid tonight; she knew that much, and she was hoping it would be with Ryan.

She tugged at the collar on his leather jacket and gave him a small smile. "Do you come here often?" she asked him, slowly rocking to the beat of the music.

"Not often," Ryan smiled, taking a swig of his beer. "Never, actually. I heard it was a good party place though. You like to party?"

Kylie shrugged. "When I was in college, yeah," she nodded her head. "Now, I don't really have the time. Work's busy in New York. I'm always getting called in. I kind of took this job to get away for a bit."

Ryan nodded his head and gave Kylie a smile. "Work's kind of busy here, but there's always time for fun too."

"Are you from here?"

"Boston," Ryan informed her. "My Uncle lives here though. What about you? Are you from New York?"

"Yes," Kylie nodded her head. "My whole family lives there." Kylie shook her head, she needed to stop asking personal questions. Damn, Kales, she thought to herself. Kiss him. No don't kiss him! She hated when her mind went scatter brained, or when she fought with herself internally. She felt like her twin brother, Brent when she did this.

Her mind was in another place as she tried to figure out what to do next, and then his lips met hers, and she was in Heaven. He found her attractive as well. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and nibbled at his bottom lip to slip her tongue into his mouth. And as the kiss got deeper, her hands moved to the front of his chest, and pulled at both sides of his jacket, pulling them closer. This was definitely the best night she'd had in a long time.

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God, this feels good, she thought, pressing a kiss to his belly button. She grinned as she watched him shake, causing her to lick a circle around it. A moan, he was enjoying every moist touch she gave him. She wiggled her way towards his head, and nibbled at his lip, and then pulled away, a grin on her face, her eyes still closed as she felt her way around his body with her hands.

"Oh my God," He moaned, when she kissed his inner thigh, tracing shapes with her tongue.

Two adults, just having sex. Just pleasing each other's needs.

He pulled her up, and pinned her on her back. His turn to tease her. She twitched at the feel of his tongue on her body. She clutched her hands around a pillow, and let out a moan. "Yeah, oh my God," she agreed with his previous statement. His lips curved into a smile against her stomach.

"You're good at this," Ryan Wolfe informed Kylie Flack.

"I know," Kylie laughed, bringing Ryan's head to hers. "I've been told this."

"Yeah?" he whispered in her ear as she pressed kisses to his body. He grabbed her chin and pressed his lips to hers, for a teeth-clashing kiss. Tongues, and more tongues followed by teeth.

"Ryan?" Kylie whispered once they pulled away from the best damned rough kiss she'd received in a long, long time.

"Hmm," Ryan mumbled, kissing her neck.

"Just fuck me already," she breathed, causing Ryan to grin. Drunken one night stands rocked.

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She quietly slipped out of bed, and scrambled for her clothes. One-night stands weren't her thing. But she knew how to quietly sneak out of apartments. In this case, it was a house. A very nice, huge house with bright colors, and nice furniture, she noticed as she tiptoed out of Ryan Wolfe's bedroom, and quietly down the steps. She'd never done steps before, and they always creaked in the movies. She glanced at her watch. She needed to be at the airport in two hours, and she still had to go to her hotel to get her things, and take a quick shower.

"God, this was a horrible mistake," she grumbled as her head throbbed. Worst hangover ever. She stumbled down the steps and let out a curse when she landed on her back. Hopefully Ryan didn't hear that, she thought, standing up, and searching for the front door.

"Where the fuck," she groaned walking through just about every room in the house before finding the front door. She stepped outside and glanced at the houses around her. She had no clue where she was going.

"Fuck!" she shouted, and turned to go back inside the house. She was lost. She tiptoed back up the steps and into Ryan's room, where he was still lying in his bedroom, passed out, his left ass cheek slightly hanging out of his covers. She lightly jabbed him in the side with her left index finger, causing him to roll over, his morning wood sticking up, causing Kylie to try her best not to giggle, though she blushed a bit.

Ryan's eyes shot open, and he sat up quickly, when he realized Kylie was fully dressed and he was butt ass naked. He rubbed his face with his hand and shook his head, trying to shake his hangover off. "I snuck out," Kylie told him. "But then I realized this isn't New York, and I'm kind of lost. Can you call me a cab?" she asked innocently, giving him a sad smile, one eyebrow raised in hope.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ryan grumbled, still trying to wake up. "Give me a second to put some clothes on."

"Right," Kylie nodded her head, and then stepped out of his bedroom. She closed the door behind her and headed downstairs to wait for Ryan. "I'm so stupid," she sighed, plopping on his brand new, white square shaped couch. "How the hell can he afford this shit?" she laughed to herself. Her one bedroom apartment was 450 sq. feet, had one couch, and a ten-foot wide bedroom. They had the same occupancy, but he was living large, and she was just getting by.

Ryan let out a cough to let Kylie know he was in the same room. She turned around on the couch and gave him a smile, as she stood up. "I can drive you to your hotel, if you'd like," he offered, as he stood in front of her in a pair of jeans and a tight white t-shirt. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Oh no, you can just call me a cab," she said, thinking the car ride would be awkward. "It's fine, you don't need to go out of your way."

"Alright, well let me just… find a cab number," he nodded his head, heading towards the kitchen, Kylie following him.

Ryan called Kylie a cab, and she said her thanks, and told him she would wait outside. He had just nodded his head. He wasn't sure what he should say, but he was thankful she was smart enough not to stick around inside.

When she was positive no one was watching, she grabbed Ryan's flowerpot and vomited in it, a smile on her face. Niki taught her well. Puking in a flowerpot was totally cliché, but it was something they did after one night stands. You had to puke somewhere on their property.

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New York. Man, did she love New York. The lights were familiar, the people. New York was her home. She was glad that after working a case in Miami, and hooking up with a sexy guy, she was home. She had a story to tell Niki. And that was the best part of her vacation. The fact that Niki wouldn't ever believe she slept with a Miami CSI.

Kylie was too sweet and innocent for one-night stands. That was Niki's thing. Kylie's was giggling at Niki's slutty stories, and living vicariously through the bad things Niki did. But this time, she had a story of her own. And she couldn't wait to make Niki jealous.

"Kylie!" Niki Foxx screamed, causing Kylie to turn around and smile at Niki. She skipped towards her best friend and gave her a quick hug. "How was Miami?"

"I slept with someone," Kylie blushed, but gave Niki a grin.

"No you didn't," Niki laughed.

"I did," Kylie giggled. "And it was like….amazing. I was totally drunk, but it was awesome. And he was all like you're good at this, and I was all like I know, even though I don't know because I was totally just winging it, but apparently I'm really hot."

"Nice," Niki laughed. "I taught you well. Though your brother would kill me if he found out I taught you how to be a slut."

"Whatever," Kylie rolled her eyes. "Being a slut is fun."

"I've turned you to the dark side," Niki smirked, wrapping her arm around her best friend, and skipping away, Kylie's suitcase in hand.