A/N: After last night's episode, I wanted to jump through that TV and jump Ryan's bones, and somehow while watching him interogation. Damn I forget when I forget names, while it was the first person he interogated. Anyways just a tad different, instead of being a normal fic of two characters interacting, why not you the one reading this, be interacting. Did this with Greg from the LV show. And thought might as well do it with Ryan. To be truthful, I couldnt see Calleigh doing this. Reviews, make me write more.

"You know you get all cocky in an interrogation you look really sexy" you snake your fingers into his belt loops pulling him flush against you licking your bottom lip and biting down gently as you look at his lips. He smiles and his eyes twinkle as he gets cocky.

"Really?" he says in that tone that captivates you everytime he speaks. You bit down on your lip again sucking slowly to tease him as you look up through your lashes and nod slowly. When your fingers snaked around his belt loops, your thumbs absentmindedly found their way under the hem of his shirt, rubbing his skin back and forth.

His hands move to your neck, his thumbs touching your checks, he moves into kiss you, but at the last second you pull away.

"Uh huuuhhh" he groans and does the same action you are doing to his stomach.

"Fraternizing isn't what we're paid for" you smirk knowing how much he wants to kiss you. About as much as you want to kiss him but you'll never tell. He lets out a sigh and rests his forehead against yours.

"You're driving me crazy" he whispers as you look up into his eyes.

For the last few weeks its been nothing but stolen glances, and secret moments in the locker room like now. Never anything more than kissing no matter how heated it gets. Neither of you can seem to move it past the kisses. Strange but true because sex complicates things nad your life is complicated enough. And never on company time, always when shift ended and only if you've finished together. You've been finding reasons to stick around just so these secret moments happen more often than not. Realizing you haven't spoken in some time you speak

"What are you going to do about it?" you smile and look at his lips, your resolve slowing slipping. It wont be long before you actually let him kiss you.

"I could throw you up against the lockers and take you now"

"But you wont"

"You're right, I've got about four more hours left of work left to do" his hand is now engrossed in your hair, somewhat glad you wore it down today.

"Anything you need help on?" you ask, knowing his answer before he speaks

"You are too big of a distraction but thank you for asking"

You pout, your not usually turned down by him. He kisses your forehead and moves his hands to your shoulders. You say the hell with it, and move your head up to kiss him. He is the one to pull back and smile

"We're both on the clock" he tells you something you already know you were the one to tell him that to begin with.

"Just one" you hear yourself begging

"It never ends with just one" he kisses your forehead once again and walks away leaving you hot and bothered. Not a feeling that you like.

Around the two hour mark you find yourself doing things that keeps you near where his, and in your sights at all times. You even volunteered to help Delkco with his case, because you knew he was working with him. If he wanted to leave you in the locker room hot and bothered without a kiss, you could make him want you so much, he wanted to burst.

You volunteer to take log Delcko's evidence in the case, to stand next to him and brush him constantly. You reach across him for the fourth time and he slams down the evidence he's holding.

"You need to stop" he growls

"Stop what?" you ask innocently and can't help but smile

"There are consequences"

"To what, helping you log evidence, I'm not following"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about" he still hasn't picked up his evidence

"I'm afraid I don't Mr. Wolfe" you go back to your pile of evidence, pausing briefly as he grips your arm, and moves behind you pressing up firmly as you did to him in the locker room hours before.

You feel something pressing into you, and it isn't his keys.