Casual Friday

Author's Note: My take on casual Ressler.

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"Was there ever a time when you threw up something that someone made you?" Liz asked him as they sat in their car on a surveillance job. It was Friday night and, sadly, neither of them had any place better to be and had both volunteered for this shift so Aram and Samar could go out on a date.

Ressler was chewing his sub and nodding.

"Like a dinner or a birthday cake…?" Liz asked.

He wiped at his mouth and went to move his sub to sit on the dash when a glob of sauce fell on his shirt.

"Aw shit," he said as he dropped his sub and wiped his hands and reached for his shirt.

"Oh man," Liz said as she saw his attempt to wipe the brown sauce in the dim street lighting.

"I knew I shouldn't have got steak sauce," Ressler said as he wiped at the stain, and it got larger.

"I think you're making it worse," Liz said with a grimace.

"Shit, probably," Ressler sighed as he looked down at the large brown streak on his white shirt.

"Well, only 6 more hours until shift change sitting looking like you've got a skid stain down the front of you," Liz snickered.

Ressler chuckled. "It does look like that."

Liz nodded and chuckled.

"I can fix that," he said as he hoisted himself up and reached around the back seat.

"What are you doing?" Liz asked as she watched him lunging and digging in a bag.

"Gym clothes," he said as he zipped the bag back up.

"Oh yeah, sweaty smelly gym clothes are better, for you maybe, but not for me," she said with a grimace as she watched him sit back in his seat and start to take off his suit jacket.

"They're clean, fresh," he said as he shoved a high performance shirt in her face and she smelled detergent. "I didn't make it to the gym this morning."

"Fine, they don't stink," she said as she watched him drop the shirt on his lap and start to take off his tie.

"Here? I get dinner and a show?" Liz asked, surprised.

"If I get out it'll draw attention," he said as he started to undo his shirt.

Liz shook her head. Was it wrong to watch him change or was it such a small space that her looking away would look weird? She decided to just watch him change. She hadn't been with a man since Tom died and Ressler was always nice eye candy. Eye candy that she thought about way too much.

He took off his shirt and tossed it in the back seat with his tie.

"I'm surprised you don't have more chest hair," Liz said. She was surprised that the words she was thinking left her mouth before she caught them.

"Why would you think I was hairy?" He asked her surprised as he looked down at his bare chest.

"Uh, your arms and legs are pretty hairy, I guess I just assumed the…never mind," she said, catching herself from saying too much.

He looked at her curiously and pulled the navy-blue high-performance shirt over his head and down over his torso.

Liz realized that this was not better. Ressler in a tight, form-fitting shirt that brought out the colour of his eyes even in the darkness? Yeah, this was not good. He was definitely making it into her dreams wearing that tonight.

He smiled at her and made a ta-da motion with his arms. "Better than a skid stain shirt?"

She bit her lip and nodded. It hugged every muscle, every ripple, every bit of him like a second skin.

He reached for his napkin and placed it across his lap and then tucked another in his new clean shirt.

"I'm not risking it again," he said with a smirk as he looked at her.

"Then you'd be forced to sit here shirtless," Liz smirked at him.

He chuckled and reached for his sandwich. "So once in college, my best friend Artie, thought he knew how to make enchiladas…"

He had ignored her obvious ogling, her comment about his chest, and her comment about him sitting there shirtless if needed, and he had gone back to her question before the sauce skid stain and the impromptu change and decided to tell her about a time someone had given him food that made him throw up.

Liz smiled and continued to eat, but her mind kept drifting to ways she could wreck his high performance shirt in the next 6 hours.

The end.