Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I had a dream that it was, but then I had to wake up and go take finals. Oh well.
A/N: This just hit me in class the other day, after my Japanese final, so I wrote it in various classes and am now typing it since I'm done with finals week. YAY! Ok, so am I the only one who's noticed that Calleigh seems to be wearing black a LOT lately? The other day I said to myself, "Oh, look! Black shirt and pants!" And then the next week I said, "Oh, look! Black shirt and pants! Wait..." So yeah, this is because I don't think I should be the only one to notice this.
When He Said
"Hey, Ryan." Calleigh flashed a brilliant smile at her coworker as she followed him into the break room.
"Oh, hi." He smiled back because her cheerfulness was infectious. "Hey, I really like that shirt." He gestured at the black t-shirt she was wearing.
"Thank you!" Her smile lit up the room.
"I've noticed you wearing a lot of black lately. Is anything wrong? Or is it just a fashion thing?" He looked a little nervous, like she might bite his head off for the question. Instead, she shrugged and turned to pour herself coffee.
"Just fashion. I needed new clothes, and a friend of mine implied I looked good in the color."
He frowned. "How do you imply someone looks good in a color? It seems kinda like a yes or no question to me."
She shrugged again, a delicate lift of shoulders as she leaned against the counter. "Well, I said I didn't look good in all black, and he said..."
"I beg to differ." The voice interrupted smoothly. Calleigh hid a hint of a smile by raising her coffee cup to her lips.
"Hey, H." Ryan was officially oblivious.
"Hello, Ryan, Calleigh."
"Hello, Handsome. How are you?"
"I'm alright. And yourself?"
"Oh, I'm fine, Handsome. Got anything for me?"
Ryan slipped out the door, finally noticing the way his boss and friend were acting.
"A dead body in someone's chicken coop."
She smiled slowly, a lazy grin that took his breath away. "Murder most fowl?"
He groaned. "Well, someone had to say it." He held the door for her as they headed out.
"Such a gentleman." She took his arm, tucking her hand in the crook of his elbow as they walked. "People like you, Handsome, are the reason southern men have such a wonderful reputation."
He opened the door to his Hummer and handed her into the seat. Before releasing her hand, he raised it to his lips and brushed a gentle kiss across the knuckles. "And it's women like you, Calleigh, who make us want to be gentlemen."
She blushed a beautiful rose that stood out wonderfully against her pale skin. "Thanks, Handsome."
He slid behind the wheel. As they drove, Calleigh kept up a flow of small talk. When they reached the crime scene, she made to get out of the car, but a restraining hand laid on her bare arm stopped her. She looked up, shivering at the skin to skin contact. She could see her reflection in his sunglasses, and a tiny smile quirked up the corner of his mouth.
"I don't think I made this clear enough. When I said I beg to differ..." He paused, his smile growing. "I was saying in no uncertain terms that you could not be more wrong."
And then he was out of the car, and Calleigh could breath again.
A/N: Review, please!