Going to work that morning was droning. On top of no sleep, Abi had drifted off to sleep and had to rush out of the house in order to be on time for work. Her hair was messy and in a loose bun, while she hoped her clothes matched. After dropping Elli off at school, she quickly sped down the highway, praying that she wouldn't get a ticket.
After all of the praying worked, she ran into the Miami Dade Crime Lab. Her coworkers stared at her like she had three head. Then she looked down. Not only were he clothes not matching, but she was wearing two different shoes.
Just then, her face turned redder than her hair. As if the situation wasn't bad enough, she had to run into Ryan Wolfe. Literally, run into him.
Abi muttered a small 'ow' as she rubbed her head on the floor. The file she was carrying had opened, and the papers were now scattered on the floor.
"I'm sorry," Ryan muttered, scrambling to pick up her papers.
"Don't be, it was my fault." Abi helped Ryan pick up her mess.
When they both stood up, and Abi shoved the papers into the folder, she smiled, "The name's Abigail Jonsen. I believe you're--"
"Ryan Wolfe," he shook her free hand, "I've heard about you. You are the DNA transfer from the nightshift, right?"
"Yeah," she tried so hard not to look down at her not-matching shoes, but her eyes drifted toward the floor anyways. Mostly because she wanted to avoid Ryan's beautiful eyes.
A few seconds later, she looked up to see his beautiful eyes widen. Now he was staring at her shoes.
"Uh...you're shoes. They...don't match."
Abi tried not to act dumb and stuttered a response, "I got no sleep and woke up way too early. Then I feel back asleep and woke up 5 minutes before I was suppose to leave. On top of that, I totally forgot to take my allergy medicine so I can't breath." She took a deep breath and sighed.
Ryan smiled, "Sounds like quit a morning newbie. But I can top that. I didn't sleep at all because I was up visiting my uncle in the hospital because he had just had bypass surgery. Then when I came home at five this morning, my house was nearly flooded because a pipe bursted. Can you top that?"
She laughed, "No, you win."
"Good. Oh, yeah, sorry about that fashion comment. I'm a little OCD. I'll just try not to look down at any part of your body." Ryan continued to look at Abi's face as she blushed and looked down. Okay, so she had a little cleavage today, but she hoped that Ryan wasn't talking about her shirt and just her shoes.
"Right. So are you working any good cases today?" Oh yes, Abi was great at small talk. (Sarcasm was used in the previous sentence.)
"Yeah, if you call an old dead guy found in his bathroom good. You?"
"Horatio assigned me an unsolved case with Natalia. Dated back to like, thirty years ago."
"How retro."
"You could say that," Abi smiled. Charming.
"So I'll see you around then?"
"Yeah. And thanks for your repairs on my clumsiness."
He sheepishly grinned, "No problem."
Oh no, he wasn't bad looking, Abi thought. She hated guys and wanted nothing to do with them ever. Unfortunately, her hormones didn't agree with her.
She walked into the small room and greeted Natalia, who she had met briefly the day before. Working an unsolved case was sure going to work her brain today, and she just hoped it wasn't too brutal like a dead child. Natalia handed her another folder with pictures in it, and gave her instructions.
A few minutes later, Natalie started smirking while reading her paperwork. "What, did you find one of Horatio's jokes hidden in your paperwork or something?"
She rolled her eyes, "No, I was just thinking how cute it is that the new girl was flirting with Ryan Wolfe."
Damn those glass walls, "What makes you seem like I was flirting?"
"Well for one, you blushed every time he opened his mouth. Two, I could tell Ryan was being nice to you. And that's rare for a newbie. And three, this lab is like high school. People are flirting around every corner, and nothing stays a secret."
Greeeaaattt. "Even if I hypothetically was flirting, I still want nothing to do with the male species on this Earth. In the most non-lesbian way possible."
"Amen," Natalia said, her eyes fixed back on her lab work.
