Hi Guys...I dunno if I even should keep this...please review and tell me if it's worth it and such. Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated. Thanks. -Dr. Ry

PS I don't own anything but Scarlett Dale.

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For Inconvenience and Discomfort

Chapter 1- "So, It's Raining?"

Detective Danny Messer glanced down to the sopping wet, obviously irate young woman next to him. She shivered and sniffled before uncrossing then re-crossing her legs. He felt stupid just sitting there next to her and was getting bored.

"So, it's raining?" Her face didn't change as her hand lifted and displayed a small amount of space between them.

"Just a bit." She flicked a stray strand of her red hair out of her eyes. Stella walked by and stopped to observe the new girl.

"Hey, I have a hair dryer and some extra clothes in my locker. They're gym clothes but-"

"Please?" The redhead said desperately and Stella chuckled and twitched her head in the direction of the locker room.

"C'mon, follow me. Danny, tell Mac I've got her." Danny nodded and watched the girl walk down the hall. 'I gotta find Flack; he's going to love this.'

A little ways down the hallway, the two women walked silently through the office.

"So you're Detective Dale?"

"It's just Scarlett."

"That's a beautiful name" Scarlett smiled.

"Yeah, my mom had a real thing for Gone With the Wind." They arrived at the Women's Locker Room, and Stella went to her locker, reached in and took out a pair of shorts, a long sleeved shirt, and a hair dryer and handed them to Scarlett.

"Sorry I don't have anything nicer; I'm Stella Bonasera by the way." Scarlett stuck out her hand and smiled.

"Thanks for this; I look like a wet rat." Stella laughed and Scarlett smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, no problem and if you want, I can get your other clothes dried for you by like 10."

"I have to tell you Stella, you're pretty much my favorite person right now."

"I have sneakers in there too, what size are you, like a 7?" Scarlett shook her head yes, and Stella handed her the running sneakers.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it." Stella waved the thanks off and left the red head to change. She sat outside the room, quietly, reading over her newest case until a much dryer Scarlett emerged from the room. She tentatively handed Stella her wet clothing.

"Thanks again. It was one of those days, ya know?"

"Tell me about it." The two women back began towards the office she was at before, Stella's nose still buried in the case file. She suddenly stopped and made a triumphant "Hah!" before speeding off down the hall. Scarlett, intensely confused, helplessly watched Stella bullet down the hall and turn a corner before she could even begin walking again. And now she was standing alone, in a new building, wearing gym shorts.

Scarlett began walking slowly down the hall, trying to remember which way to turn. A speeding cart rushed by her, and the someone pushing it look like she knew where she was going. Scarlett turned quickly to follow, but collided with a black suit with a soft 'oof'. She ricocheted off and almost lost her balance, but the suit's sleeves caught her before she fell.

"Uh…sorry, I-" She looked up to find the suit's head's eyes evaluating her outfit. She glared and stepped back from him. His eyes finally made it up to her eyes and found them glaring. Scarlett raised an eyebrow and turned around to start her search again. He quickly caught up with her.

"Uh…can I help you?" He found the same hazel glaring at him.

"You think?" Flack smirked a little and followed her around another corner. She finally stopped in the middle of a hallway and sighed. Scarlett looked up to him helplessly and sighed. "Do you know where Detective Taylor's office is?"

"Mac?" She was here for Mac? Christ, Flack thought, was he lucky.

"I suppose." She supposed?

"Why?"

"I'm starting here today." A job? Here? She definitely looked too young.

"What kind of job?"

"A CSI, why else would I be here?" She looked around anxiously.

"How old are you?"

"I'm- What the hell is this? Twenty questions? Do you know where his office is or not?" Flack held up his hands in defeat and nodded his head in the direction of Mac's office.

"C'mon, I'll take you." Flack and Scarlett started down the hallway in silence. He looked down to see her studying the hallways.

"So how old are you?"

"How old are you?" Flack smirked. She certainly had fire.

"I'm twenty-seven." Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"Good to know." She turned her head toward him, "You going to ask about my clothes too, Buddy?" Flack opened his mouth to retort, but Scarlett saw the blonde guy she was standing with before coming out of the office she was supposed to be in. She sped off towards it, tossing an absent "Thanks, see you around," over her shoulder and maneuvered around Danny and knocked on Mac's doorframe. Danny watched her slip around him with an eyebrow raised and watched as Mac waved her inside. She bent forward to shake his hand and then took a seat in front of his desk. Mac smiled and laughed slightly at something she said then began handing her things. Flack and Danny stood together staring in at the pair through the glass office.

"Scarlett Dale." Flack looked over at Danny and raised an eyebrow.

"She's that kid everyone's been talking about?"

"Mhmm…"

"She doesn't seem like that type…She's very…fiery." They stood in silence and watched Mac and Scarlett's discussion. The conversation ended as Scarlett bent forward to shake Mac's hand and Danny's head tilted. Flack shook his head at Danny and laughed.

"Hmm. She's got long legs, doesn't she?" Flack rolled his eyes as Mac led Scarlett out the door with a hand on the small of her back.

"I'll get someone to show you around the office," Mac looked down the hallway, in search of a tour guide. Danny grinned.

"Mac! I'll-" Stella slipped in front of him, smiling.

"Go with Stella to the crime scene?" Danny's shoulders slumped and he followed Stella away from Scarlett. He turned around and walked backwards.

"Hoops later, Flack?"

"Yeah, sure."

"See you later!" Flack stood dumbly, looking around, trying to remember what he was supposed to be doing. He looked down the hall to see the slowly retreating backs of Lindsay and Scarlett. She did have long legs…

"Flack!" Flack was shoved out of his reverie and looked around foggily to see Mac leaning out of his office.

"Huh?"

"What are you supposed to be doing?"

"I-uh…" Flack stood blinking dumbly and Mac shook his head.

"Stop staring at her and get back to work, she'll be around here enough." Mac went back into his office and back to filling out paperwork. He took one last look down to Scarlett, who turned around to look behind her and saw Flack. He quickly made it look like he was talking on his phone and ducked out of the hallway. He hung up on his pretend caller and shook his head as he continued down the hallway.

Freakin' Legs.