Author's note: I usually update every second day… but I won't be there tomorrow. So I'm doing it now! Enjoy, people!!!

Meatball42: I could make this story go on and on and on… but I won't. I love Hayley and Ryan together so much, I'd keep writing their story forever!!!!

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Chapter 12: Strange Collections, Annoying Mothers and... cuteness??

"You are such a dork."

Ryan looked out from the bathroom, puzzled. "What?" He couldn't see Hayley, but her voice was coming from the living room.

"You have the whole Star Wars series on DVD."

He pursed his lips and went in the living room. Hayley was sitting on the floor, looking inside the storage under his television. "Are you going through my stuff?"

"If you wouldn't take so much time in the bathroom, I wouldn't get this bored, and I wouldn't even think of going through your stuff." She pulled out a very old copy of 'The Fly' and grimaced.

He winced, fighting the urge to push her away from his things. "Hayley, I told you already… I don't really like it when people mess up with my things."

She looked up and shrugged. "If this is messing up with your things, well, deal with it. I want to know what Ryan Wolfe is hiding."

Ryan walked up to her, took the DVD from her hands and put it back in the drawer. "I'm not hiding anything."

She rolled her eyes and stood. "Come on." She whined, waving at the room. "Look at this place. It's boring. No personality, no colors. It's so… GREY! Everything is in its proper place! It's driving me nuts!" She looked up at his face and sighed when she realized her comments had hurt him. She put her arms around his waist and kissed his chin. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Ryan pulled out of her arms and went back to the bathroom quietly. Hayley swore under her breath, followed him and sat on the counter, facing him. She waited for him to look at her and gave him a weak smile. "I'm sorry."

Ryan tried ignoring her for a few seconds, but failed. He shook his head and sighed, laying his hands on her thighs. "It's okay. I know my OCD is not always easy to deal with… Hell, I've been living with it for years, and I'm still having trouble accepting it."

Hayley grabbed his face between her hands and looked straight in his eyes. "I don't really care about it. I just got bored out there. And I have a big mouth." She kissed him softly on the lips and pulled back. She gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged. "Your place DOES need more colors though."

Ryan smiled back at her and kissed her again. "Maybe it does. But I'd NEVER be able to live in a place that looks like yours."

She grinned. "My place looks awesome."

"Your place looks like a clown's den." Hayley chuckled and Ryan caught her hand before she could pinch his nipple. "Will you stop doing that?"

She lifted her chin. "Make me."

Ryan grinned wickedly, grabbed the back of her head and crushed her lips to his. He pressed into her body, her legs automatically wrapping tightly around his torso. He picked her up from the counter and carried her to his bedroom. Hayley broke the kiss and laughed. "Have you been watching 'The Notebook' again?"

Ryan dropped her on the bed, climbed on top of her and grabbed her mouth again, making her moan. She started pulling his purple shirt out of his pants and giggled as he pushed her hands away and pulled her tight pink t-shirt over her head. Hayley grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her, kissing him hungrily.

As Hayley was finally able to get rid of Ryan's shirt, they heard a loud annoying sound coming from the night stand. He groaned and kissed her neck. "Leave it."

Hayley whimpered and started untangling herself from Ryan's body. "I really have to answer it."

"Don't"

She was finally able to get away from his strong hold and grabbed her cell phone. "Hello?"

Ryan, who hadn't moved, looked down at the covers and tried to get his breathing under control. "No." He turned his head to look at Hayley and saw her frowning. Apparently, it wasn't good news.

"Because I'm not." Sigh. "No." Another sigh. "Absolutely not." She shook her head aggressively. "I said NO." Ryan sat back on his knees, anxious. "MOM I said NO! What won't you understand in the word NO? It's a simple, two letter word! N. O….NO!!!!!!!" She was shouting. Ryan cringed and left the bed to go back to the bathroom. 'Might as well finish my morning routine.' He thought.

He could hear Hayley almost screaming at her mom. And that girl could be very loud if she wanted to. She finally stopped shouting and Ryan couldn't make out what she was saying anymore. The conversation went on for about five more minutes and Hayley finally reappeared, pouting at the floor.

Ryan smirked and looked at her through the mirror. "What has evil Clarissa done now?"

Hayley looked up and rubbed her hands over her face. "My mom's in Miami."

Ryan's eyes grew wide. "What? Like now? In Miami?"

She nodded and groaned. "That's not all. She's at my apartment. Sitting outside my door. Wondering why I'm not there to open it. At six thirty in the morning."

He turned around and gasped. "Well go! You can't leave her there!!!"

She pouted and shrugged. "Why not."

"She's your mom!"

"So what."

Ryan turned her around and pushed her through his apartment, right up to his front door. "Go home."

Hayley wasn't happy at all. "Wow. I can see that you can't wait to get rid of me. Thank you for making me feel so special." She put her hand on the doorknob and turned around to face him. "What's wrong with this picture?"

Ryan grabbed her bag and gave it to her. "What?"

She raised her eyebrows and dropped the bag, crossing her arms over her… bra-clad chest.

"Oh!" he ran back to his bedroom and came back with her pink Barbie t-shirt.

She grabbed it and pulled it over her head, glaring at him with her dark eyes. "You know I hate you, right?"

Ryan chuckled. "No you don't."

"I do."

"You don't."

"Do."

"Don't.

"Do."

"HAYLEY!!!" he grabbed her face and kissed her pouting lips. "Go. See. Your. Mom." He stroked her bangs back and smiled. "I'll see you at work later, okay?"

She shrugged. "Fine." She opened the door and walked in the hall. "I still hate you!"

Ryan shook his head and chuckled. "No you don't."

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His first slow morning ended up being the beginning of what would be a very long day. Ryan, along with the whole team, had to work on a case involving the murder of a young family. The husband and wife, along with their four kids, were found dead in their home. They had all been stabbed to death in their beds, while they were sleeping.

Hayley and Alexx had had a lot of work with the bodies and were both shaken up by the violence of their deaths. Ryan would sometimes steal glances at Hayley's bent body, noticing how the usually energetic girl had been replaced by the serious and professional version.

He wasn't able to find out how her reunion with her mom had gone that morning. And with this case adding even more pressure, he knew she would need some space. He decided he would wait for her to make the first move, not wanting to put even more pressure on her.

At the end of the day, when they were finally able to close the case, Ryan, along with Eric, Calleigh and Natalia, all decided they needed a drink… or a dozen. It was only eight, so they went to their usual bar, which was dark and friendly, and not too far from the lab. Their drinks in hand, they sat around their table and started drinking quietly, exchanging a few words here and there.

Natalia held her drink up at her friends and grinned. "Thank God this day's over." They all held their drinks up like she had and drank.

Ryan put his drink down and rubbed his eyes tiredly, leaning heavily on his elbows. "Man, I'm exhausted. I hope tomorrow's not going to be as horrible as today was."

Calleigh shook her head. "No way could something like this happen two days in a row." She took a sip from her glass. "If it does, there's something wrong with the world."

Eric chuckled bitterly. "Well, with what we've seen before, we know something's definitely wrong with the world."

They all nodded tiredly and sighed. After their third or fourth drink, no one was counting, their moods started getting better. They talked and laughed more, trying to push the case at the back of their heads. More and more people started walking in small bar, the atmosphere getting lighter and happier at the same time.

With the music playing and the alcohol flowing, Ryan never realized his cell phone had rung three times. At around eleven, the gang decided that it would be a good time to leave, since they were all still working the next day. Ryan and Natalia, who had drunk too much to take their car, decided to share a cab, since they lived on the same side of the city. The taxi reached Ryan's place first, so he paid for it and said good night to Natalia.

Finally inside his apartment, Ryan went straight to his bedroom, undressed quickly and climbed in his bed. Sleep came almost instantly.

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'What's that sound?' Something was beeping. Ryan groaned and slapped his alarm clock, but the sound just wouldn't stop. Opening his eyes, he looked at the offensive object and realized it was only five in the morning. The annoying beeping wasn't coming from his alarm clock.

Looking around his bedroom, he noticed his clothes were in a heap on the floor, which was unusual for him. Groaning, he reached to grab his pants and pulled them on the bed. He took his cell phone from the pocket and looked at the screen. He had three missed calls. Looking at the phone number, he realized Hayley had called him three times the night before. 'Well I can't call her now.' It was way too early. He put the phone on his night stand and turned around, needing the few more hours of sleep.

Ryan's alarm clock woke him up at six. After he took a long shower and got dressed, he finally called Hayley back. The phone rang three times before she answered it.

"Hello."

"Good morning gorgeous. Look, I'm sorry if I didn't call you last night, I never heard my phone ringing."

"And who exactly were you with?"

Ryan lifted an eyebrow, surprised. Hayley didn't sound like… Hayley. "I was with Eric, Calleigh and Natalia. We went at that little bar close to the lab."

"Natalia was there?"

He frowned. "Yeah. We even grabbed a cab together after."

"So you SLEPT with her?"

Ryan's frowned deepened. "No, we didn't Hayley. I went home and she went home. That's it. What's going on with you?"

"What's going on with YOU?"

Ryan was about to answer when he heard another voice in the back ground. "MOM? Who are you talking to?" His mouth opened but nothing came out. "MOM!!!! GIVE ME THAT PHONE!!!!"

"Hayley?"

"Ryan??? Oh my GOD. THAT'S IT!!! Clarissa Carter, you are NOT, and I repeat, NOOOOT my mother anymore. Better yet, we're not even related. I don't want to talk to you ever again!" He heard the sound of a door closing. "Ryan? I'm sooooo sorry…"

Ryan chuckled. "So that was your mom I was talking to."

"No. She's not my mother. She's only an intruder… sleeping in my apartment. What did she say to you?"

He laughed again and shut his eyes… what a weird way to start the day. "Nothing important." Going to his kitchen, he grabbed a box of cereal and poured some in a bowl. "I saw you tried to call me last night."

Hayley sighed in the receiver. "Yeah. I'm sorry, I was feeling depressed, after yesterday's case and everything…" she sighed again. "… I just needed to… hear your voice."

Ryan grinned and took a bite from his breakfast. "You can hear my voice now."

"Yeah, sure, but I'm not depressed anymore. Now, I'm just pissed off at my freaking mother."

He laughed and took another bite. "Well she does sound… colorful."

She snorted. "Colorful is way too nice to describe her. I would have said demonic." She sighed. "So where were you last night?"

"I went out with the team. We had a few drinks and I came back home after."

"That's cool. I'm sure it was a lot of fun. Did you see any hot chicks?"

Ryan shook his head. 'Definitely not like her mother…' "We're in Miami… there are hot chicks everywhere."

Hayley snorted. "Man I hate Miami…"

Ryan laughed and shook his head. "No you don't. There are a lot of hot guys too."

It was her turn to laugh. "Again, so true."

"So what are your plans for today?"

He heard her sigh. "Well, it's my day off. Clarissa wants to see Miami, so I'll show her around. She said she wanted to see the 'horrible' place where I work… I said no. And then, we'll have supper, then we'll go to bed, and then, the best part, she'll LEAVE."

Grinning, he took his empty bowl to the sink and washed it. "So I guess I'll see you the day after tomorrow?"

"Umm… Clarissa wants to meet you."

Ryan lifted his eyebrows, surprised. "Why would she want to meet me?" There was silence on the other end. "Hayley?"

"She thinks we're dating."

He could almost see her blushing, which made him smile. "Where did she get that idea?" Again, silence. "Hayley?"

"I kind of told her… you were my… boyfriend."

Now it was his turn to blush. "Am I?"

"Are you?"

"I asked you first."

"FINE… you're my boyfriend."

Ryan's smile grew even wider. "I'm your boyfriend."

"RYAN!!!! You are soooo not making this easy for me."

"Who said I was trying to?" He heard her groan and he laughed. "When do you want me to be there?"

"At seven." She mumbled and he heard a click.

'She hung up on me???' But that didn't bother him. He didn't think anything could bother him today. Whistling, he locked his front door and left for work.

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