Yes, this is my first Fic…About Calleigh and Ryan! They're so cute together
Original I wrote the story in German…But Cinegirl and Dutchie from Talk CSI translated it…(Thanks, by the way again- love ya 333 )
So….here's it!
Obviously
- R -
Perhaps it was this very
short embracement - for just a second – after he came near being
run over by this damned truck while working on a crime scene.
Perhaps
it was her relieved smile afterwards, or her huge, bright green eyes,
which glowed at him in this particular kind. Or it was her
glittering, long blonde hair, blowing in the wind such as in the
shampoo advertising. Ryan just doesn't know. He only knows that
this moment had moved something inside him. Something…indescribable,
weird, hot and crawly but anyway: terrific. It's scaring
him.
Certainly he felt the same way some time ago. About more than
three years ago he felt such intensive and it finished in a fiasco –
a pure fiasco. He won't have such an experience again. Never and at
no time! That's why he must not accept these feelings, has to
eliminate them, because of his own private reasons.
However – he
knows, he fools himself with pursuing this way. You can't forbid
one's feelings. They are simply present and you can't actually
avoid them. All you can do is trying to ignore and to forget them.
And this is exactly what he has to do now.
Calleigh Dusquesne
isn't interested in him. Well, not in this special way he wants her
to be.
Sure, they're good friends and from the first moment when
he came to the CSI as a newbie they hit it off with each other. He
had seen her once before when he visited one of her seminars she gave
and he was pretty impressed by her, always. He liked her!
But he
liked her as a friend. Felt sympathy for her. Today it's still the
same but somehow different, though. He just can't explain. She
seems to be such a strong, self confident person, in everything she
does. She is so… independent, does as she likes, takes over the
reins. She is so different from most of the women he knows.
And
since this moment he couldn't get her out of his head! Damn it! It
must not be.
Why must this happen to him? Well, sure, it isn't
that strange to fell…uhm…to conceive affection for a fellow
member – look at Natalia and Eric! Although it isn't sure until
now if they are together or not, so that doesn't truly count.
Ryan
is in cleavage with his feelings.
The day where "it" happened
he was sitting on his comfortable couch, alone, and watched TV. He
stared at the screen under a spell but didn't notice anything of
the shown film. He carries on a war. A war of thoughts. On the one
hand there was a big: NO. On the opposite there was: And anyway, WHY
NOT?
"That will never work. I don't have to hold out hope."
"Why?"
"Because that would be strange"
"What exactly you find strange? "
"Well, somehow, because…just…just because it's strange! "
"Yes, but why actually?"
"Well, because…just because!"
"Because"isn't an answer! "
"That's the way it is: strange. We are fellows!"
"So what ?"
"Well, these are weird circumstances"
"But why? It isn't that extraordinary! Look at Natalia and Eric!"
"That's something completely different!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"And what is different?"
"It is… just different."
"I see…"
"She doesn't want me in any case"
"How do you know?"
"It's the way it is!"
"Is there any reason to suppose this?"
"Yes. No. Well, I just know."
"Aha"
"Yes"
„But you're both good friends."
„Yes"
"There you are!"
"And that's final!"
„Why?"
„I told you!"
„I don't accept this answer."
„Okay, forget it. It's meaningless anyway."
While discussing with
himself, turning every possibility over in his mind, he always could
get mad. The consequences never changed: it can't work and he
always feels worse! Shoot!
If he only could avoid her, but this
isn't possible, for sure, because every day they are working
together at a case.
He fears she could figure out, what he feels
or that she finally does it. That wouldn't be well for him. He
can't tell why he fears the discovery, but at that moment he just
doesn't want her to know.
-C-
Perhaps she realized it
when he began to stumble a bit during an interrogation as she entered
the room and sat down besides him. Perhaps it was his awkward look as
he fumbled nervously in his hair and mixed it up; or it happened
while she was talking to Marc at the telephone , which whom she had a
date that evening, and Ryan came in at the door, listening to the
last words she spoke: "See you tonight, Marc, I'm looking forward
to it!".
After this call Ryans' mood suddenly changed into
real bad one...
Calleigh doesn't know the exact time when she
first assumed that Ryan could have...well, more than friendly
feelings for her.
Certainly she isn't sure of this matter for
100. She is only guessing, but time and again those moments return
where she finds her assumptions verified. On other days, when she
pays attention to it, nothing special happens and she simply forgets
about it – until another moment attends. A moment where he looks at
her with this special glance:
A faint smile surrounding his lips,
his wide, dark eyes focus her attentive – realizing and admiring
every motion she makes. When he becomes aware that she returns his
look he turns into a shy guy and looks confused aside, his
hands.
Calleigh doesn't know for sure if she should enjoy
this feeling, apart from the question if she is right. On the one
hand she really feels flattered; Ryan is a great and cute person, he
is… somehow cuddly! Every time he looks at her with his sadly
seeming – hush puppy! – eyes, she wants to lock him in her arms
and hug him.
His hair is as dark as his eyes. He has a small
mouth which seems to carry a hidden smile all the time and a very
beautiful nose. Well, perhaps it sounds crazy to entitle a nose
beautiful, but she can't think of another word for it.
Altogether:
Ryan is a very friendly person; from the beginning she liked him,
even if she first didn't acknowledge it to herself. It was because
of Speeds' death and Ryan was his successor. The first time was
very hard: Speed and she were the best friends and than suddenly he
was shot on duty.
- C -
Otherwise she and Ryan
just were colleagues at the CSI. Okay, perhaps a bit more than
colleagues – sometimes they flirt a little while being at work and
them both don't even realize it, not until they refocus on work
again. At that point always an inner voice comes up in her mind and
whispers: "What was THAT?"
But that means nothing! Ryan is
just a good friend, nothing more; and if - theoretically - tender
feelings will grow… oh well! This won't – can't – happen!
Because…because that will never do. He is so much younger than she;
okay, perhaps that's not the best argument because age doesn't
matter when you love – everybody tells you. But for her it's
something different; she also doesn't know why but she just can't
imaging being together with Ryan. Hum, Ryan and Calleigh, Calleigh
and Ryan. It sounds strange…
She decides just to ignore it as
good as she can. She will move on as before, working and talking to
him normally and – yeah, even flirting with him again, if
circumstances permit.
It'll be his funeral, not hers.
Will
it really?
"Would you please take this to Horatio?"
She handles him a sheet.
"What's that?"
He takes the paper and reads through the text, than facing her again with that look of inquiry.
"Horatio is just working at the case with that missing woman and this is the analysis of the stuff we found on her desk."
"Sure" he answers with low voice and smiles at her.
"I would do it myself but I have to call Marc again because of tonight."
She doesn't know why she said it. Why
she said it this way. Perhaps she wanted to test him, but after
speaking out this little sentence she realized that it was completely
wrong.
Nevertheless Ryan just smiles a little confused, winkles
irritated, stares at his hands in which he still holds the
analysis-paper and looks back into Calleigh's eyes.
"See
you." Than he leaves.
Is she wrong or did he really seem to be
somewhat sad? She feels lousy. Why the hell did she tell him this?
Does she want to hurt Ryan? Man, her guilty conscience makes her hate
herself.
Next Chapter will follow at once (:
