October 1st, 20002

Jing-Mei sat at the table in the lounge as she worked on a few charts. Her mind kept on drifting back to the couple of weeks they had spent locker up in here together. The experience did change all of their relationships together

Abby and Johns relationship was weird. She just never pictured the two of them together. Okay, maybe she was slightly jealous. Mostly because she had no one. No one wanted her, except…

"Pratt." Jing-Mei giggled softly. Pratt was her complete opposite. He reminded her of Malucci and Benton mixed together, only hotter. "Oh lord."

Did she just think that Pratt was hot? He wasn't. He only had amazing muscles, amazing smiles, and eyes to die for. NO! Pratt was an immature womanizer.

"But he's hot." She said out loud.

"Whose hot?" Pratt asked as he walked in and grabbed cup of coffee, "Me?"

"How arrogant are you?" Jing-Mei tucked her hair behind her ear; "You're not hot. You're ugly." Pratt chuckled, leaning against the counter.

"Is that so?" He arched his eyebrow.

"No...I mean, go to hell, Pratt." She said.

"Okay." Pratt winked playfully at her. "See you for dinner." With that, he left."

"Dinner? In your dreams!!" She yelled at the door. "Very mature." She groaned

* * *

"And I'm out of here." Pratt tossed his last chart. Kerry arched her eyebrow. "Bye red."

"If you ever call me that again, Dr. Pratt, you're fired."

"Right." Pratt chuckled and went back into the lounge where was still. "You're still here?" He asked.

"The joys of being a doctor." She said.

"You were off ten minutes ago," He said closing his locker. Jing-Mei looked at her watch.

"Oh." She got up and stretched. Pratt was staring at her, "What?"

"Come on." He extended his hand. She looked at it oddly. "I'm taking you out to dinner."

"Very funny." Jing-Mei laughed taking off her jacket.

"I'm serious." Pratt said, "You're probably hungry right?"

"That's none of your business." Jing-Mei said as she started to walk away. Pratt watched her for a second and then caught up with her.

"I'm going to pay." He said. Jing-Mei smiled softly to herself. "Come on." She turned around and looked at him.

"Dinner that's it." She said. Pratt smiled.

"You won't be disappointed."

* * *

Pratt stared at Jing-Mei from across the table. He had to admit she looked pretty damn sexy chewing on the breadstick. His mind did go into naughty places. She looked at him.

"Thanks for this." Jing-Mei said. Pratt shrugged.

"It's nothing." He said.

"It has to be something. You've been asking me to go out for a long time now." She smiled softly at him. Pratt chuckled.

"Maybe." He smiled. "So tell me, why are you so snippy to me?"

"I am not snippy to you." Jing-Mei said.

"Oh yes you are." He said.

"Never." She chuckled sipping her wine; "I just like being treated like a lady."

"And I'm doing that right now aren't I?" He asked. Jing-Mei smiled.

"Yes you are." She said as their pasta was put on the table. "This looks wonderful."

"Yes it does." Pratt said as he referred to Jing-Mei. "More wine?"

"Why not? You're driving." She chuckled.

"Because you've already had three glasses." Pratt said. Jing-Mei shrugged.

"I don't have work tomorrow." She winked. Pratt chuckled as he began to eat his food.

"What do you have against me?" He asked.

"Nothing." She chuckled.

"You don't like dating black men?" Pratt asked. Jing-Mei laughed.

"I prefer black men most of the time." She winked.

"I don't believe you." He said.

"Frank, a nurse not the receptionist, He was black. We had a baby together." Jing-Mei said.

"Oh...I didn't know you had a kid." He said.

"I don't. I gave him up for adoption." Jing-Mei said

"Oh. Sorry." Pratt said.

"Don't be. Yeah, I miss him a lot, but I did the best thing." She said, "Michael is in a family." Just hearing this made Pratt like her even more.

"There are some kind souls out there." He said,

"There needs to be more people out there like you." Jing-Mei chuckled.

"Thanks." She said. They sat there for an hour, eating and chatting. It really was amazing just sitting there and chatting. Jing-Mei found that Pratt really was very intelligent and a good conversation holder.

"Well, we should get going." He said, "My roommate will start worrying." Jing-Mei smiled as she stood up.

"All right." She said stumbling slightly. The five glasses of wine was hitting her hard. Pratt wrapped his arm around her slender waist and led her outside to his car. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." Pratt said getting into the car. Within five minutes they were on the road and Jing-Mei was giggling over a song on the radio. Pratt shook his head, "Remind me, our next date you dot drink this much."

"I'm fine and who says we're going to have a second date?"

"Me." Pratt winked. "This way right?"

"Yeah. It's a big white place." She said with a giggled.

"SO, did you have a nice time?" Pratt asked as he drove.

"Oh yes." Jing-Mei said, "Honestly, this was the best date I've had in the longest time."

"You're finally admitting it's a date." Pratt chuckled as he pulled up I front of her house. He got out. He didn't want her falling down the stairs.

"You want to come in for coffee or something?" She asked.

"No thanks. I really do need to get home." He said watching her unlock the door.

"Oh okay." She said looking at him. They stood there awkwardly for a moment. "Are you going to kiss me?" Pratt chuckled.

"No." He said.

"No?" Jing-Mei frowned deeply.

"When we kiss, I want you to be kissing me back and not the five glasses of wine." He said, "I want you to remember the kiss."

"Such a gentleman." She smiled opening the door. "I'll see you tomorrow." Pratt nodded and waited until he heard her lock the door before he left. That certainly was a wonderful evening. His lips ached to kiss her, but he'd wait.