If you could call it love

Time ticked by like a slow crawling insect. The faucet dribbled each second. Morning sun brightening sunny Miami. As each ray of sunlight splattered the blue walls of Wolfe's condo.

His hazel eyes opened and scrutinized the weight on his stomach. A.J. lay on him in peaceful light breaths. Her hand on his chest, her feet intertwining with his. Her left hand on his shoulder, and he found his on her waist. He could feel the heat on his cheeks. Shifting his weight; he slid off the couch and moved A.J. to a better position with a warm blanket. He went into his bedroom and found some neat clothes that he had to change into for his own case today. He sighed; A.J. needs to go back to her own condo to change.

Stalking back into his living room—his eyes only on A.J.—he prodded her shoulder gingerly. Her eyes stirred but she didn't wake. He patted her soft hazel orange tinted hair and caressed her cheek. They were equally soft.

"Wake up A.J…." Ryan crouched down as he whispered softly.

A.J.'s eyes stared right back at his chocolate hazel eyes. Smiling a little. "What time is it?" She yawned.

"6:30…we have to go to your place for you to change…" Wolfe looked up at the digital clock on his widescreen. "Come on, I'll drive you home to change…"

A.J. nodded and let Wolfe pick her stupor body.

A.J.'s condo was mirrored. Almost like a dance studio. Bar shaped counters and futons lining the pale walls. A.J. showed him to a futon and entered her own bedroom and got undressed. The warm sunlight made her skin glow a beautiful tanned colour as she was only down to her black laced bra and panties. Her long legs lead her into her wardrobe, a tall red oak, with pictures of her old house when she was only nine. The baby blue shades, the country like garden, and the ashen gray tiles on the roof. Red door and tire swing on the front tree. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she traced the face of her nine year old self. Drawing back to reality—half naked with Wolfe outside waiting—she brought out a gray shoulder cut top, three-quartered sleeves, and tight but flexible black pants. Making sure no bags were under her eyes; she presented herself into the kitchen and asked if Wolfe would fancy a glass of water or something to eat. Asking for toast, A.J. went to grab the loaf as Wolfe prepared the eggs.

"You cook?" A.J. asked, highly amused.

"I live by myself…I don't exactly have enough to buy all my breakfasts, lunches and dinners." Wolfe explained. A.J. nodded and answered with an: "I see…" look.

The smell of breakfast at seven in the morning, and the radio turned on—chorused with Wolfe's lousy vocals on "raindrops are falling on my head…"—and having to go to work at eight seemed quite relaxing for A.J.'s third day on the job. Silently she danced inside herself. The toast popped out of the toaster, impressing Wolfe; catching the slices with the empty plates toppled with egg.

Finishing her second cup of caffeine, fully energized she grabbed her keys and lead Wolfe back outside of her condo and into the black Chevy.

The large truck thundered into the parking lot of the CSI Miami-Dade, which was greeted by Horatio Caine. His glistening gingery orange hair always seemed to be the sun and glow glistening through his beautiful probing blue eyes. His cool stare through his sunglasses always made her transparent; she guessed it was a tactic to make criminals crack.

"Hello Miss Hart…Have you rested enough for your case?" He said, always in that fatherly tone.

She nodded and looked over her shoulder at Wolfe who yawned a little. His eyes widened for a split second when she grinned. Horatio also grinned as he gave her the case.

"Show me what you can do."

The bar was loud, ear drums ringing as every body moved to the beat and rhythm at the florescent lights and glowing paint splattered in the dark club.

The suspect was at the back of the bar, seducing a young girl serving him a drink. His brown dung hair gelled and also splattered in paint.

"Mr. Andrews?" A.J. tapped him on the shoulder.

"Well, hello…who's asking?"

"A.J. Hart, I'm a CSI, I'd like to question you about the murder of Emily Akins."

"What? Do you want to exchange DNA?" He smiled drunkenly.

Wolfe clenched his jaw at the bold comment made by Andrews.

A.J. kept her cool and gave a devious smile. "No, yours is just fine…I'd like that bottle please and your spit."

"My what?"

Wolfe held out a tiny beaker under Andrews' nose and gave him an evil look. "Your spit…Mr. Andrews."

Natalia approached the pair in the morgue with the evidence in documents and the data base.

"Well his saliva matched the substance in our Vic's mouth. And he had a record for rape on someone five years younger than him. Filed, in jail for five years."

"That's it?!" A.J. said, exasperated.

"Claimed that he didn't know her age."

"And the jury believed that…unbelievable…" Wolfe shook his head at the injustice of the world.

"Don't be too hard at them, it's a vote to agree and they're just human…" Calliegh came in at that moment with her sunny accent. "He was released just a month ago…"

A.J. moved back to the Vic, the tinge in her skin and the stiffness in her body, she estimated she was deceased about two weeks ago.

"You think Andrews didn't learn his lesson yet?" A.J. asked Calliegh.

"He didn't seem to mind seducing that young girl in the bar today…as I heard from your report into the files…it's nice to know that you put extra evidence in …great observation skills…" She smiled.

"Is that why you double check everything she does Cal?" Wolfe smirked.

"I can't help it!" Calliegh defended herself. "I'm born curious, it's in my blood!"

"The body also has some dirt behind her ear." Natalia stated, getting back to business.

"What type of dirt?" A.J. asked.

"Gardening soil…"

"I think it's time to bring Mr. Andrews in for some questioning. And we need a warrant to search his house." Calliegh hinted to A.J.

"I'll get the hummer." Wolfe volunteered as Calliegh went to get the warrant.

Wolfe walked out of the lab jingling the keys in his hand and whistling "Raindrops are falling on my head…" as he left.

SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I HAVE A STUPID ISU in math and for some odd reason Fanfiction wouldn't let me upload…….well here's chapter seven! Chapter eight will be much longer…promise!