-1A little story for the fall season. Hope you all like it. R&R!

Random question for all: Am I the only one who absolutely hates Jake on this series?! He's a total pain in the ass if you ask me. Ok, I'm done ranting.

Disclaimer: I only own David, Gianna (yes, I threw my own name in this one), Danny, and Carly. I don't own CSI: Miami…sighs…wait, if I used my own name…do I own myself? Interesting…

Not Interested

Calleigh sighed, brushing some hair out of her face as she walked down the long hallway of the Miami Dade Crime Lab. It had been a long, hard day, and she was exhausted. She walked into the locker room and opened her locker. As she was rummaging through her locker, she heard someone come up behind her. It was Ryan, she recognized the scent of the cologne he was wearing. Why she noticed small things like these, she had no idea. It must be her CSI instincts.

Ryan strode past Calleigh. "Hey, Cal," he said as he opened his own locker.

"Hi, Ryan," Calleigh replied, peeking over at him as he went through his locker. It was very tidy, unlike Calleigh's which was slightly out of order. She smiled slightly, Ryan's OCD made him irresistibly cute.

"Something wrong, Cal?" Ryan noticed as Calleigh quickly hid her grin in her locker?

"Nope, everything's fine," she replied, shutting her locker. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ryan." She picked up her bag and walked towards the door. She was almost out when Ryan stopped her.

"Hey, Cal…are, um, are you doing anything tonight?" Ryan asked, scratching the back of his head, a nervous habit of his.

Calleigh looked at Ryan and frowned slightly. "Ryan…"

Ryan frowned slightly. "I mean like, do you want to go have a drink or something? Just as friends I guess."

Calleigh sighed and looked at him. "Ryan…I can't. you know that."

Ryan nodded slightly and looked at the ground. "Yeah. I forgot. You and…Jake."

Calleigh shifted uncomfortably. "Ryan…it's-"

"No, I get it, it's ok. Never mind," Ryan said quickly, once again poking around in his locker in order to avoid eye contact with Calleigh.

Calleigh opened her moth to say something, but changed her mind. As she turned to leave, she glanced over her shoulder once more to look at Ryan. He looked sad, almost depressed in a way. I hope he'll be ok. She was brought back to reality when a hand shook her shoulder slightly. She looked up to meet the dark brown eyes of Jake staring into her own blue ones.

"Hello there, CSI Duquesne," Jake said playfully, putting an arm around Calleigh. "Would you like me to carry something?"

Calleigh blushed slightly as she handed Jake her coat. He could be so sweet sometimes. Not to mention she loved his curly brown hair that made him look so boyish and lovable.

"Are you ready to go?" Jake asked. He frowned slightly. "Are you ok, Cal?"

Calleigh nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah. I'm just…really tired. It's been a long day. Let's go." She took Jake by the hand and gently tugged him along. As they entered the elevator, he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him, planting a small kiss on top of her head. She smiled slightly. Right before the elevator doors closed, she glanced out into the hall. There was Ryan, looking right at her as the doors closed.

"Ok, let's go home," Jake said as the doors opened once more on the bottom floor. He led Calleigh out to his car. Hopping into the driver's seat, he noticed Calleigh staring out the window. "Cal, are you sure you're only tired? You seem distant."

Calleigh looked at Jake. "Really, I'm only tired," she said, putting on a fake smile. She put her hand on top of his. "I promise," she said.

Jake smiled, convinced. He drove Calleigh back to their apartment about a half an hour from the lab. Once they got him, they prepared to go to bed. "Good-night, Cal," Jake said, snuggling up to Calleigh and putting his arm around her.

"Night," she whispered. Moments later she could hear Jake softly snoring. She knew he was asleep. Sighing, she stared at her alarm clock, unable to get Ryan out of her mind. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she loved Jake. So why couldn't she stop thinking about Ryan? She couldn't get his face out her mind, the sad expression he wore the last time she saw him in the locker room. Sighing, she finally closed her eyes, falling into a restless sleep.

TBC

Sorry it's kinda short, but I plan on having a good deal of chapters in this one. R&R and let me know if you like it! 3 G.