Author's Note - Wow. I'm surprised how many people responded to my story. LoL. I'm not the only one who sees Neela and Ray together. Anyways. Here's another chapter for you all. Hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to review. THANKS :)

Chapter 2

What About Neela?

"The plumber's come and the shower works now," Neela said filling Ray in as she started her shift and he finished his.

"Great," he smiled dropping a bunch of files in front of her.

"You owe me 80 dollars," Neela reminded him sternly.

"Yes miss," he said with a laugh as he left the ER. Neela picked up a clipboard and then looked up again. She smile crossed her face as she watched Ray leave. Shaking her head she looked back down at the paper in front of her.

As Ray made his way out of the ER he turned one last time to see Neela heading in the other direction. God, she was beautiful, especially with her hair down like that. Ray stopped dead in his tracks. Not again. What was going on with him? Why did he keep thinking about her like that? He needed to forget her. Besides, she had a thing for Kovac anyway. Something between him and her. That would never happen. Shaking his head Ray continued on his path. "Stop thinking about her," Ray muttered as he stepped out onto the sidewalk.

Ray decided to go meet one of his friends instead of sticking around the apartment. Their apartment. His and Neela's apartment. He knew he shouldn't stay in that night. He really didn't want a repeat of the night before. Or did he? Ray sat in a bar with his friends, Bret, beer clutched in his hand. "And she's so organized too. She was able to get the plumber in today when he told me he wouldn't be in for a week."

Bret rolled his eyes. "Dude. I know so much about Neela I could write a book on her. Come on. What is going on with you? I thought you just wanted her to move in so you wouldn't have to pay a higher rent."

"That is why I asked her to move in, because someone flaked out on me," Ray shot his friend and accusing look.

"500 is too much for me man," Bret laughed. "Besides, I think you're happier with Neela."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ray took a sip of his beer.

"Nothing. Forget I ever said anything," Bret's eyes locked onto something behind Ray. "Dude, since we're forgetting about Neela that girl over there is so into you."

"What?" Ray's head swiveled around. A beautiful woman stood across the room and waved at him when she saw him look at her. "Shit," Ray turned back to Bret.

"Ya man. Damn that girl is hot," Bret laughed.

"No. This isn't funny. It's Miranda," Ray felt the worry building up inside him.

Bret instantly stopped laughing. "Miranda? The Miranda who dumped you at Christmas to be with that artist or whatever? The Miranda who broke your heart? That Miranda?"

"Yes," Ray exclaimed. "That Miranda."

"Oh crap," Bret's face fell.

"Yes, I realized that already," Ray answered apprehensively.

"No, I mean OH CRAP," Bret pointed past Ray's head.

"What?" Ray didn't want to think what was behind him.

"She's coming over here. You gotta run," Bret said jumping to his feet.

"What about Neela?" Ray followed suit.

"What about Neela? What the hell kind of question is that?" Bret said turning toward the exit.

"Forget about I just said that. Just get us out of here," Ray pushed Bret.

"Going somewhere Ray?" a sharp female voice cut through the air.

Ray winced and slowly turned around. "Miranda."

"Hi Ray," the woman smiled sweetly. "How've you been?"

"Um…" he was trapped.

"Miranda? Hi, I'm Bret," Bret smiled, offering his hand which Miranda shook. "I'm a friend of Ray's and I don't mean to be rude or anything," Ray shot Bret a frightened look. "We actually have to get going. Ray's shift at the hospital is about to start and I'm supposed to drive him over there."

"Right. My shift. We really got to get going," Ray silently thanked Bret.

"Well, I actually just got here and I don't really have anywhere to go. Mind if I come with you?" Miranda took a step towards Ray.

"I'm really sorry, there just isn't enough room in the car. Bret's only seats two and it's falling apart," Ray silently prayed she would get the hint and leave.

"That's ok then. I'll just meet you back at your place," Miranda took another step forward. Ray took a wobbly step back and bumped into Bret.

"Um. I actually moved recently," Ray stuttered.

"Oh," Miranda clearly wasn't expecting Ray to be so distant. She also hadn't expected him to move. "Well, where's your new place. I'll meet you there later."

Ray had no choice. He was backed into a corner. Sadly he jotted down his address on a piece of napkin Miranda held out.

"Great," she smiled cheerfully. "I'll meet you there later," and with that she sauntered off.

Ray slowly trudged after Bret and got into the passenger's seat of his car. "Damn," he wailed, bashing his head onto the dashboard.

Bret started up the car. 'You are in big trouble now."

"What am I going to tell Neela?" Ray groaned.

"Um, last time I checked buddy you shared the apartment. And you two aren't dating or anything. So she can't really do anything to you if you have lady friend over can she?"

Ray glanced at his friend. "Take me to the hospital."

"Why?" Bret questioned, a little confused at Ray's request.

"I'd rather tell Neela about this now. Instead of her finding out when she gets home."

"But isn't she working? Won't she be busy?" Bret continued to ask.

Ray shook his head, "I don't care. Hospital, now."

Bret just shrugged and shifted the car into drive.