Title: Encore!

Disclaimer: I don't own ER, or any of the music. I'm not trying to profit from any of the songs, it's for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Thanks again for the reviews!!

I've been working on my video so much that I started missing writing my fic. So here's another chapter!


Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey, hey Mickey

Neela faced Ray and sang to him while he tried not to laugh. Then he sang along with her.

Oh Mickey, what a pity you don't understand

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand

He immediately took this as an opportunity to grab her hand, knowing that she wouldn't smack him if it was for show. He took it as a good sign when she didn't shoot him a glare. She even played into it and used her other hand and placed the back of it on her forehead and sighed, then pretended to lose her balance. The audience, even Ray, started laughing. She faced him again and started dancing.

Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand

It's guys like you Mickey

Oh, what you do Mickey, do Mickey

Don't break my heart, Mickey

Right after the song was over, they started laughing and gave each other a hug. They didn't talk about what happened the other night. Ray assumed by the way she acted that she wanted to just be friends, and Neela was too scared to even bring it up. They got back to their apartment around 11. They walked in the door and slipped off their shoes. Each of them said goodnight and went into their own bedrooms. They were exhausted.

As Ray was changing his clothes, he thought of her. His mind went over and over it in his head while he laid in bed. Was she flirting with him up there? She was the one who was facing him the entire time she sang. She didn't pull her hand away from him when he held it. She didn't even give him a look for it. She was ok with it. Was there something there that she was trying to hide? Maybe it was all in his imagination. After all, she did get upset with him the other night for staring at her the way he did. Then again, it was kind of rude now that he thought about it, but still. She was putting on a show for the crowd. It was definitely all in his imagination. Neela didn't think about him that way. He was just a friend. Nothing more. He had come to his senses and realized that he was just reading too much into the situation and finally drifted off to sleep.

Neela changed into her pajamas. When Ray touched her hand onstage it felt like bolts were surging through her arm. Was she even pretending? Ray was her friend. Her best friend. Of course she had Abby, but she still didn't know her as well as Ray did. He was her roommate, it's only natural. She got into bed and pulled the covers over her body. When a guy and girl live together their bound to get feelings for each other. If she hadn't moved in, he wouldn't have even thought of her that way. It was definitely because they were living together. He flirts with anything even remotely female. She even heard of him flirting with Weaver when he first came to County. He wasn't getting feelings for her, he was just a flirt. She finally came to her senses and went to sleep.

A few hours later, Ray woke up. He decided to go into the kitchen and get something to eat. His eyes were still blurry from being asleep, so he decided to make his way in the dark. He didn't want to have to adjust to the light, too. He opened his door, and slowly and quietly made his way into the kitchen until he bumped into another body on his way to the fridge. He jumped back and could hear someone else scream the same moment that he did. He went and turned on the light.

"Neela?" he asked as his eyes were adjusting to the light

"Who else would it be?" she said in a tone that she used when she thought he was being a complete idiot

"What were you doing walking around in the dark?" he was still half asleep and wasn't entirely sure what was going on

She laughed at him "Me? You ran into me, remember? I'll be lucky if I can still walk tomorrow, I think your big foot might have broken my toe."

"Sorry." he said and made his way to the fridge "I got hungry."

"Me, too. I just finished and was on my way back to bed."

Weird. They both got up for the same reason. They had been living together for too long. "I'm starting to rub off on you. You know that don't you?" he grinned at her

She got a scared look on her face "Please don't say that. It's the middle of the night so you're trying to scare me, right?"

"Hey, what's so wrong with being like me?"

"Nothing, if you're into the whole obnoxious-sloppy-smelly thing."

He placed a hand over his chest and pretended to have a hurt look on his face "Ouch. Well, I say you being a little more like me is good for you. Can't be any worse."

She raised her eyebrows and started making her way towards him "What is that supposed to mean?" she said from behind him.

He was now searching through the cupboards. He wanted something simple and fast so he could go back to bed. He turned around "I was the one who got you to get out of the house in the first place and have some fun, remember? Before that, you were…well…" he couldn't seem to find the right word.

She shot him a look. He was on thin ice. "Yes?"

He turned his head "Boring." he laughed

"I was not!" she knew he was slightly teasing, but she was still offended

"All you would ever do was read or watch TV. Face it roomie, I helped you."

"You nagged me until I said 'Yes', how was that helping me?"

"It got you out of the house." He kept looking through the cupboards but still couldn't find what he was looking for. "Have you seen my pop-tarts? I thought I left them in here."

She got a blank expression on her face "Uh, yeah. I saw them."

"Where?"

"They were in that cupboard right behind you." she said nonchalantly

"Oh" he said quickly and started reaching for it until he noticed her choice of words. He turned back around " 'Were'? Did you eat my pop-tarts?"

"No. It hurts that you would even think such a thing" she smiled

"You ate my pop-tarts."

She took a step towards him and placed a hand on his arm "But Ray…I did it to help you." she said sincerely

"You did it before I said that to you."

"Well, that's what you get for calling me boring." She poked him

He grabbed her finger "And I'm the obnoxious one?" then said "I'm going to give you a head start."

She took off running toward her bedroom. Ray followed her a few seconds later. When he got into her room, he charged toward her. She continued running and both of them were on either side of her bed. She attempted to run quickly past the other side. Ray was right next to her and she panicked, she tried to run faster but she should have paid more attention to her feet because she tripped on one of her shoes that had been right in front of her bed. She stumbled forwards and wrapped her arms around him. Ray caught her but couldn't steady her so they fell back onto Neela's bed. They both landed roughly onto it, knocking the wind out of them. Both of them were laughing at first until they realized their current situation and proximity. The smiles on their faces faded. The both of them staring at each other, not entirely sure what to do, but also, neither one wanting to move either. They were wide awake now. She could feel Ray holding onto her tightly. They were still breathing quickly on account of their running.

She stared into his eyes, there was a little brown in them, she never noticed that before. This was definitely the closest she had ever been to him. The warmth of his body caused hers to warm up, too. His hard toned chest felt so good underneath her. She could also feel his heartbeat going about a thousand times a minute.

Ray looked at every inch of her face. He had been wanting this so badly for a while now. He couldn't help but watch her. It might have just been in his imagination again or the fact that he had feelings for her, but he couldn't help but think that she looked even more beautiful up close. It was crazy how amazing she looked when she was laying above him. Her body pressed up against him, her breath tickling his neck.

Then Ray realized that she had made no attempt to move. She was just staring at him. Was she in shock? Did she want more? If she didn't want more than she would have gotten off of him already. His eyes traveled down to stare at her mouth. He slowly and uncertainly started moving his head upwards to kiss her. Closer and closer and he was really surprised when she didn't try to stop him, but the moment was broken by the sound of Neela's pager going off. They both turned their heads to see it on the nightstand. She quickly got up, walked over and picked it up. "I have to go in to work." Still trying to get over what just happened, he got up and made his way back into his room.

This was exactly what Neela was afraid of. They were starting to get feelings for each other. What was she going to do? She didn't want things to change between them. Ray did this with all the girls, why should she be any different? But the fact of the matter was, their situation was different. She knew him better than anyone. He cared about her, but maybe it would be better for them to just stay friends. How could she get all worked up about…RAY? The guy who left his dirty laundry all over the floor. The one who left trash in the bathroom and shaving cream in the sink. The one who was constantly leaving the cap off the toothpaste. Who brought all his rocker friends home to sleep on the couch. He drove her crazy. Why was she getting all upset over it? There was no way it could work. They would probably kill each other. Her more likely than him, anyway.


A/N: Please review!

I wrote down all the ideas that I have for this, and trust me, this fic is far from over. There's going to be nine more chapters, at least. So keep reading because there's a lot more story left!