A Hard Day's Night: Moments

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Summary: Companion piece to my story, "A Hard Day's Night". A collection of moments in Calleigh and Ryan's life.

It's only a little pointless one-shot that I just had to write after seeing Ryan in that sweater vest in "In Plane Sight". He looked kind of funny...

Slight spoilers for "In Plane Sight" (8x4), obviously.


Ryan: Oh snap! That's the Miami way. Have fun with the party-party.

Jesse: That's good because I wouldn't want to get that sweater vest dirty.

Ryan: That's me.

("In Plane Sight")


That Sweater Vest

Calleigh was standing in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in hand waiting for the toaster to pop. Her face was expressionless as she was staring into nothingness but when Ryan entered the kitchen her features contorted with mortification.

"What the hell is that?"

"What?" Ryan asked, finding her tone strange but otherwise too preoccupied with getting some coffee into his system to pay too much attention to it.

"That sweater vest," Calleigh said the word as if it had been something utterly detestable.

"Oh, this," Ryan looked down at his attire with delight and smiled at his girlfriend merrily. "I've just found it in the back of the wardrobe. I thought it had disappeared when we moved in together." His delight about the found piece of clothing was obvious as he leant against the counter and began sipping his coffee.

Calleigh was less than pleased, though.

"I should have thrown it out," she muttered as she put down her mug and reached for the toasts that had just popped out of the toaster.

"What was that?" Ryan inquired as he watched Calleigh spreading butter on the toasts.

"I just asked whether you want to change," Calleigh told him, handing him a slice.

"Why? Is there something on it?" Once again Ryan inspected his attire but this time his brows were furrowed with worry.

"No," Calleigh drawled exasperatedly. "But you could wear that purple T-shirt I like so much," she suggested over her toast and gave him big puppy dog eyes.

"But I like this vest… and I haven't worn this in ages," Ryan complained, unwilling to take off the garment. "It's strange actually," he chuckled a little, "I found it behind your shirts."

"Really?" Calleigh looked at him innocently.

"Yeah," he finished his toast. "Funny, huh?"

"Very," Calleigh muttered dryly as she once again turned to prepare the newly popped-up toasts. "So," she turned back to Ryan with a toast in hand. "About that purple T-shirt…"

"Why do you want me to wear that?" Ryan asked clearly not understanding Calleigh's sudden obsession with that particular T-shirt.

"I like that tee. And I really like how it looks on you," she raised an eyebrow suggestively, hoping to convince the man.

Ryan was hard to convince, though. He regarded Calleigh suspiciously as they finished their breakfast. She was acting strange.

"You don't like my vest," he concluded after downing the rest of his coffee.

"No," Calleigh admitted and her guilty expression made Ryan realize something.

"You hid it so I wouldn't wear it," he accused her with narrowed eyes.

"No," Calleigh denied vehemently then added a little hesitantly, "I just put it in a place where you'd never look."

"So you hid it," Ryan repeated in a low voice as he stepped up to Calleigh and, putting his hands on either side of her on the counter, he effectively trapped her between him and the counter.

"Yes, I did," under Ryan's inquisitive gaze, she finally admitted with a sheepish look.

Ryan laughed out amused at his girlfriend's antics and Calleigh smiled at him willing him to take it off at last.

"Cute," Ryan finally muttered and, after putting a quick kiss on Calleigh's lips, he straightened and smoothed down the front of the vest with his hands, wearing a satisfied look on his face. "I like it," he looked Calleigh in the eye as a little smirk was playing on his lips, "so I'll wear it."

"But Ryan," Calleigh practically whined, "it looks ridiculous."

"Don't care," he shrugged then leant in for one last kiss before turning to leave the kitchen. "I'm heading out. See you at work."

"At least lose the tie," she pleaded, calling after him. "It looks like you pulled it out of Frank's Hideously Ugly Ties Collection."

"Frank's what?" Ryan turned back to her with furrowed brows.

"You heard me; that tie is… horrible."

"Well, if you must know, I got it from him for my birthday. And I like it, too."

"All right," Calleigh relented sulking. "Just remember that I told you so when someone makes a comment on your sweet sweater vest and bright tie," she gave him a huge fake smile at which Ryan just rolled his eyes and left.

"There's nothing wrong with this vest," Calleigh could hear him mutter and she sighed. Maybe next time they did the laundry, she'd volunteer to do it herself. And if the vest happened to shrink or lose its color then he'd have to live with that. After all unfortunate accidents happen all the time.

The End

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