First the disclaimer: I don't own CSI or it's characters. I do lay claim to Sasha Pappas aka Stormy and Betsy Brown.

So I got stuck on my other series and was watching some CSI:Miami episodes and this idea popped into my head. And here it is. I'm still working on my other series with Alisha and Brittni and Addi but that going is slow.

Warning: slight spoilers for Under the Influence.

Now on with the story.

Dream Job

I carefully handed the kitten back to the little boy.

Mrs. Elliot gave me a smile. "Thanks so much, Dr. Pappas," she said. Her son echoed her.

I smiled at them. "Take good care of Snowball now. She's going to be a little sore for a couple days so keep her inside," I instructed the boy while his mother paid the bill with the receptionist, Betsy Brown.

After they left I leaned against the counter separating Betsy from the waiting room.

"What's next?" I asked, noting that for once the room was empty.

"Well for the next hour you're free to do as you please," Betsy told me with one of her megawatt smiles.

"Really?" I was shocked.

"You could call that boyfriend of yours back," Betsy suggested with a waggle of her eyebrows.

"Ry called?" Now I was even more surprised. He was at work. He never called while at work.

"About 20 minutes ago. He requested that you call his cell when ever you get a free moment, didn't matter when."

"Sure. I'll do that. Thanks, Betsy."

I turned and walked away towards my office, pulling out my cell phone as I walked.

Ryan Wolfe, my boyfriend for almost a year, was working on his graduate studies in genetics and working as a patrolmen for the Miami-Dade PD with hopes of becoming a CSI.

I dialed Ry's number from memory and waited for him to pick up.

"Stormy," Ryan's voice greeted me happily.

"Hey, Ry. Betsy said you called. Is something wrong?" I asked.

Ryan laughed. "No, no, nothing like that. Hey, are you free tonight?"

I was confused. "Ry, what are you getting at? You're supposed to be at work. Why did you call?"

"I got that job I wanted. I was hoping you would celebrate with me."

I nearly fell over in shock.

"You seriously got it?" I was happy for him.

"I seriously got it."

"Ry, that's great. Of course I want to celebrate with you."

"Great. I'll call you when I get off."

We hung up and I sat in the chair behind my desk, feeling limp. Ryan had really done it. He'd gotten his transfer to CSI.

I felt a smile blooming on my face. Things were looking up. The clinic I'd opened last year with a friend was still open, in spite of set backs and my needing to go back to modeling for a bit to help pay the bills. And Ryan had just gotten his dream job.

The sun had long ago set by the time Ryan called me. I happily agreed to meet him at the restaurant he suggested, a favorite of ours.

He was waiting on the side walk for me.

"Hey there handsome," I greeted him.

He smiled. "Hey gorgeous."

He took my hand and dragged me closer for a kiss.

"I've been waiting to do that all day," Ryan said with a mischievous grin.

I laughed and placed my hands on his chest. "I thought we were here for dinner," I teased. "Or would you rather skip to desert?"

The End

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