If you could call it love

A.J. read through the files and listened to the confession tape over and over again. The daughter was dating the doorman and the father didn't approve. Typical thought A.J. the daughter got angry and stabbed her father from behind, falling into the bowl of heated jawbreakers the doorman was going to use with his friends for a prank, burned and stabbed, the victim ran out into the hall way where the doorman bumped into the rich father of his girlfriend's. The father gripped onto the doorman's arm until the daughter came out and pushed the father down the stairs.

Ryan sighed as she played the tape one last time. He could feel himself battling with himself. Tell her, don't tell her…

He leaned back and yawned, his palm covering his eyes from the sunlight.

"You know, if you're too tired, I could drive you home." A.J. said, not turning around to face him.

"You must be tired from running through my mind all day." Wolfe mumbled.

A.J. scoffed. She sat down beside him—Wolfe immediately turned to look at her—she had her arms crossed over her breasts. "You know, that has to be the worst pickup line…ever."

"I thought "I lost my phone number, can I have yours?" was the worst one ever…"

"No, drunks use that one."

"What about "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?""

"Please don't tell me you actually use these." A.J. laughed.

Wolfe looked away, flushed that he actually made a stupid conversation. "Yeah, yeah…whatever…laugh at Ryan."

Ryan Wolfe walked out of the lab and found Eric in the morgue, putting the corpse of the sweet sugary victim into the chamber. He could feel Eric mocking him inside his head.

"Eric…you told me that A.J. wanted to go out with me but didn't want to admit it."

"Well if I didn't say it, would you have asked her?" Eric said.

Wolfe thought about this for a long time, his face stony. He knew Eric was right, one way or another. Natalia came into the morgue with a hidden smirk on her face. She handed the new case file to Wolfe and left. The yellow sticky note made his eye bulge. You're partnered up with A.J., as a new CSI she is not allowed to wield a gun yet. It's your responsibility to take charge of her, protect her if there's a gun fire. This case is yours. It was in Calliegh's hand.

"I-I'm wait!" Wolfe followed Natalia out of the morgue and was greeted by Horatio.

"Ryan, you and A.J. have been here without a nights rest. This case will be in both of your hands. I trust you to take care of it. And get some rest." Thought it sounded reassuring, his tone and probing bright eyes made Wolfe feel edgy. Natalia turned around and raised an eyebrow and shrugged one shoulder and walked away. Revealing A.J. who was behind her.

"I heard, that we're partnered. Lieutenant Caine said that we should get some rest." A.J.'s eyes blinked a couple of times and turned.

Wolfe sighed and groaned as he squeezed his eye lids tight.

"A.J. can you give me a ride…My car is in the repair shop." He grimaced at his voice and lack of words.

A.J. nodded and smiled faintly. Ryan found this awkward. Did Eric tell her something…maybe Natalia? Was that why she was smirking? OH NO! That means…I asked…and now…she might think…OH GAWD!

The parking lot was empty. Only the old black Chevy truck was in the center, waiting for the likely owner, A.J., to climb aboard with a foreign guest. A.J. opened the cabin and stuffed her jacket and kit in, along with Ryan, in the passenger seat. The ride to Wolfe's was a silent one. Only the little spit outs of which direction to turn.

Trying not to be misleading, or act weirdly, Ryan offered her a drink up in his condo. A.J. accepted the offer.

It was spacious.

A.J. looked around quickly. Feeling uneasy. I knew him before…I did…he drank coffee when he was so young…I remember…I wonder if he remembers. Maybe that's why he offered me to come upstairs. A.J. thought through her fidgety fingers on her buttoned shirt.

"Drink?" Wolfe asked.

"Some water would be nice…"

Wolfe took a long minute. Staring at her. "No…no coffee?" He stuttered. Temporarily paralyzed in the arms.

"No, I think I had, had too much." She sighed and looked around some more.

She found a comfy place on the sofa as Wolfe brought over the water. He sat beside her and turned on the T.V. It was some soap opera…nothing good on to really distract him.

After a while he felt his vision blur…then he blacked out.

A.J. felt the weight of Ryan's head on her shoulder. She tried to move without him waking, but couldn't. She sat there. Awkward. She set the glass on the table on sat there. Silent, non-moving. Thinking. Then she too blacked out in the room which belonged to her childhood sweet heart.

HOPE YOU LIKED IT! I tried to make it interesting! MORE TO COME! YOU WON"T BE DISSAPOINTED IN THE UP COMING CHAPTERS!