Thanks for the reviews – keep them coming, they keep me inspired. As
mentioned this is my first fanfic and after your kind appreciations it
would be fair to say I think I'm hooked! – You have all created a
monster!!! Standby for future Romano/Cordano stories...............
Still don't own E.R or any characters from it!
LEAN ON ME
Chapter IV -
Elizabeth's head tried to process the information she had just learned. Robert was, no, had been married. When had she died and how?
Then she remembered he had just left. Her feet started running for the exit. How long had she stood there? Damn she had to catch him up.
She made it out of the pub and spotted him across the road attempting to wave down a cab. He was pretty obviously drunk – he'd have trouble flagging down a taxi.
"Robert" she yelled, "Wait!"
Running across the road she caught up with him. She stood in front of him swaying from her exertions. She couldn't think of anything to say so she just looked at him and smiled. (And continued to sway!)
He looked her up and down and grinned.
"Elizabeth I do believe you are, to quote your good self, shitfaced!"
"Well that's your fault – and ditto back!" She linked her arm through his. "Listen Romano – newsflash – no taxi is picking you up unless you stand up straight and act sober – like so.."
With an elaborate gesture Elizabeth inhaled deeply, straightened up and swung her left arm out as if she was a ballerina.
"Or alternatively you could flash a bit of leg" scoffed Robert.
"That only works in movies" she blurted indignantly.
"Oh, reeealllyy – try it. I dare you!" he challenged.
Elizabeth looked him in the eye and they locked stares. Both stood still waiting for the other to look away first. Robert grinned and raised his arm; Elizabeth smiled and hitched her skirt slowly, drawing it up her left leg to reveal her thigh. Robert stole a glance down and raised en eyebrow -
Then out of nowhere a taxi stopped.
He folded his arms triumphantly and smiled broadly revealing dimples. 'God I must be drunk, he looks quite cute right now.' She thought.
"Well I guess you should take this one huh?" Robert offered opening the door for her.
"Oh, like you'll be able to get a cab without me – get in," she shoved him none too carefully inside and jumped in beside him.
"If you think I'm finished with you, you are sadly mistaken." She quipped.
"I believe this counts as kidnapping Lizzie!"
"Where to folks?" asked the driver.
"Ladies first." Robert said.
Elizabeth looked him over. He was definitely a little worse for wear and despite his flippancy she detected a melancholy falling over him.
"No you first, where do you live?" she asked.
"Nope not telling you, you're acting strange, kidnapping men of the streets and getting them drunk, God you'll probably try stalking me or something next!"
"Give me your wallet Robert." She demanded.
"What you're adding robbery to your rap sheet?"
"Your wallet – give it to me."
"You know you're really bossy when you're drunk – I don't think I want to play with you any more" he purred in a low voice.
She thrust her hand out palm side up.
His eyes bored straight into hers. She was getting too cocky by half; time to scare her off. "You want it? You get it." he said and winked at her.
'Cheeky sod' she thought. She should slap him, but hey she was tanked up, so was he. He did not move so Elizabeth reached over, still looking him in the eye. She smiled slyly, holding his gaze and reached her hand into his trouser pocket. Her face was just inches from his. Robert's whole body tensed and he inhaled her scent. She smelt of cigarettes but he could detect her perfume as well –her usual if he was not mistaken. As she pulled out her prize triumphantly Robert let out the breath he had been holding. Elizabeth pulled out his drivers licence and showed it to the driver.
"Take us there please." She told the cabbie, replaced the licence and tossed the wallet back at Robert, smiling smugly.
- Well so much for scaring her off.
"So I suppose you have questions?" he spoke quietly.
"Yes" was all Elizabeth replied.
"Look - just wait till we get to my place. If I'm going to prattle on about my private life it's not going to be in the back of a taxi. Okay?"
He looked over at her. They locked gazes again, Elizabeth eyeing him carefully – he was being sincere, she knew straight away.
"Okay," she said.
Robert let out a quiet sigh and looked away, choosing to stare out of the window and watch the city of Chicago fly by.
Elizabeth continued to watch him. He looked tense, completely absorbed in his own thoughts.
'Remind me why am I doing this again?' she asked herself. He'd obviously appreciated the company tonight, but trying to get personal information out of him was next to nigh on impossible. Tim Henman had a better chance of winning Wimbledon (authors note – I'm British and allowed to bash Tim so there!), than getting Robert to act like a normal human being and ask for help. What does it matter to me anyhow, the man's a pain in the ass most of the time – I should be at home with mother by now. She didn't know what she'd tell Mark in the morning – This was getting awfully complicated. WHY did she care? She didn't know, but she'd come this far she might as well play it out. Bravado, or the booze talking? Ahh sod it my head hurts!
Elizabeth looked out her window and thought no more.
TBC (Tee-hee!!)
Still don't own E.R or any characters from it!
LEAN ON ME
Chapter IV -
Elizabeth's head tried to process the information she had just learned. Robert was, no, had been married. When had she died and how?
Then she remembered he had just left. Her feet started running for the exit. How long had she stood there? Damn she had to catch him up.
She made it out of the pub and spotted him across the road attempting to wave down a cab. He was pretty obviously drunk – he'd have trouble flagging down a taxi.
"Robert" she yelled, "Wait!"
Running across the road she caught up with him. She stood in front of him swaying from her exertions. She couldn't think of anything to say so she just looked at him and smiled. (And continued to sway!)
He looked her up and down and grinned.
"Elizabeth I do believe you are, to quote your good self, shitfaced!"
"Well that's your fault – and ditto back!" She linked her arm through his. "Listen Romano – newsflash – no taxi is picking you up unless you stand up straight and act sober – like so.."
With an elaborate gesture Elizabeth inhaled deeply, straightened up and swung her left arm out as if she was a ballerina.
"Or alternatively you could flash a bit of leg" scoffed Robert.
"That only works in movies" she blurted indignantly.
"Oh, reeealllyy – try it. I dare you!" he challenged.
Elizabeth looked him in the eye and they locked stares. Both stood still waiting for the other to look away first. Robert grinned and raised his arm; Elizabeth smiled and hitched her skirt slowly, drawing it up her left leg to reveal her thigh. Robert stole a glance down and raised en eyebrow -
Then out of nowhere a taxi stopped.
He folded his arms triumphantly and smiled broadly revealing dimples. 'God I must be drunk, he looks quite cute right now.' She thought.
"Well I guess you should take this one huh?" Robert offered opening the door for her.
"Oh, like you'll be able to get a cab without me – get in," she shoved him none too carefully inside and jumped in beside him.
"If you think I'm finished with you, you are sadly mistaken." She quipped.
"I believe this counts as kidnapping Lizzie!"
"Where to folks?" asked the driver.
"Ladies first." Robert said.
Elizabeth looked him over. He was definitely a little worse for wear and despite his flippancy she detected a melancholy falling over him.
"No you first, where do you live?" she asked.
"Nope not telling you, you're acting strange, kidnapping men of the streets and getting them drunk, God you'll probably try stalking me or something next!"
"Give me your wallet Robert." She demanded.
"What you're adding robbery to your rap sheet?"
"Your wallet – give it to me."
"You know you're really bossy when you're drunk – I don't think I want to play with you any more" he purred in a low voice.
She thrust her hand out palm side up.
His eyes bored straight into hers. She was getting too cocky by half; time to scare her off. "You want it? You get it." he said and winked at her.
'Cheeky sod' she thought. She should slap him, but hey she was tanked up, so was he. He did not move so Elizabeth reached over, still looking him in the eye. She smiled slyly, holding his gaze and reached her hand into his trouser pocket. Her face was just inches from his. Robert's whole body tensed and he inhaled her scent. She smelt of cigarettes but he could detect her perfume as well –her usual if he was not mistaken. As she pulled out her prize triumphantly Robert let out the breath he had been holding. Elizabeth pulled out his drivers licence and showed it to the driver.
"Take us there please." She told the cabbie, replaced the licence and tossed the wallet back at Robert, smiling smugly.
- Well so much for scaring her off.
"So I suppose you have questions?" he spoke quietly.
"Yes" was all Elizabeth replied.
"Look - just wait till we get to my place. If I'm going to prattle on about my private life it's not going to be in the back of a taxi. Okay?"
He looked over at her. They locked gazes again, Elizabeth eyeing him carefully – he was being sincere, she knew straight away.
"Okay," she said.
Robert let out a quiet sigh and looked away, choosing to stare out of the window and watch the city of Chicago fly by.
Elizabeth continued to watch him. He looked tense, completely absorbed in his own thoughts.
'Remind me why am I doing this again?' she asked herself. He'd obviously appreciated the company tonight, but trying to get personal information out of him was next to nigh on impossible. Tim Henman had a better chance of winning Wimbledon (authors note – I'm British and allowed to bash Tim so there!), than getting Robert to act like a normal human being and ask for help. What does it matter to me anyhow, the man's a pain in the ass most of the time – I should be at home with mother by now. She didn't know what she'd tell Mark in the morning – This was getting awfully complicated. WHY did she care? She didn't know, but she'd come this far she might as well play it out. Bravado, or the booze talking? Ahh sod it my head hurts!
Elizabeth looked out her window and thought no more.
TBC (Tee-hee!!)