First time posting. I'm a huge Ray/Neela fan. I hope we get our happy ending. I do not own ER or any of it's characters, if I did Ray and Neela would've gotten together a long time ago! This will be multiple chapters, feel free to tell me where you'd like the story to go, not too sure where to take it... Reviews will be much appreciated :)

Neela sighed heavily as she unlocked her front door stepping into her apartment she allowed her purse to fall to the floor. She shrugged off her coat

and threw it over the back of the couch as she made her way to the kitchen to see what she could throw together for a suitable dinner. Opening the

fridge she eyed her options: leftover Chinese takeout... milk that was probably well past it's best before date... yogurt... some very sad looking

celery. She reached for the takeout container and opened it gingerly before apprehensively sniffing it.


"Hmm, not bad... should still be safe"

She decided to heat it up and placed it in the microwave. She then re-opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. Opening the beer, she took a long swig

from the bottle.


"Ahhh, just what I needed"

She had had a long, draining day no different from any other she seemed to experience at County. Her young sickle cell patient had ripped at her

heart strings. Such a sweet, young girl filled with so much potential and ambition. She giggled to herself remembering her calling Neela a "player".

"Hah, a player...hardly"

Neela said to herself out loud looking around her empty apartment. She was snapped out of her own pity party moment when she heard the beep

of what she thought was her microwave but when she stepped over to it she realized that it was still heating up its' contents. Then, she heard the

beeping again...

"What is that?"

and again... it sounded like it was coming from the front door. She cautiously approached it and heard the sound again. Suddenly, she realized it was

coming from her purse and reached down to rummage thru it for her cell phone. She had forgotten her technology savvy patient had set the phone

up for her, surely this beeping meant something. Finally she found it and whipped it out to have a look at it. "1 New Text Message" was flashing at

her. She checked her message inbox, and opened the message. It simply said:

"Still thinking about me...?"

A smile slowly crept across her face, she didn't really need to check who the message was from but she did anyways. The message was from Ray.

Suddenly forgetting her hunger and tiredness she sat down on the couch and texted back:

"Why do you ask? Are you still thinking about me too?"

She waited a moment, then just as she was placing her phone down on the coffee table in front of her and reaching for the TV remote, the phone

beeped again. She quickly swiped the phone up and read his response:

"Always."

Before she could even think of what to text back to his reply the phone started ringing and that really cute picture of Ray flashed on her screen.

"Oh my god, he's calling..."

She panicked and tried to regulate her breathing before picking up the call and calmly saying

"Hello"

"Come on roomie, you know I'm always thinking of ya" he started flirtatiously.