I'm updating quicker than I thought I would. I hope you enjoy this second one-shot. I made a style choice with how I wrote this and while I'm not certain it hit it's mark I figured any update was a good thing. This scene takes place after Brian transfers to Narcotics in Season One.

"Hey this is Brian, leave a message after the beep."

A loud buzz rings through his apartment and then he hears the machine.

"Hey Brian, it's – it's me, Liv- I was just – the captain told us that you were transferring and – well I just wanted to see if you wanted to get a drink- maybe – maybe talk." He can hear her sigh over a pause. "I just – look this wasn't about me was it?" A loud beep ends whatever she may have said afterwards.

Brian can feel his phone in his hand, his finger poised over the redial button and a cold beer in his other. His finger tips thrum against both surfaces for a bit before his thumb presses hard against the phone and he can hear the ringing on the line.

"Hello," she answers.

"Hey, it's me."

"Brian, hi. I left a message on your machine."

He takes a long drink of his beer, his lips smacking as he gulps it down.

"I know that I haven't exactly been the nicest person to you since-since our night together," she begins.

"It wasn't that," he interrupts, one foot coming up to rest on his coffee table, scattering papers everywhere with the movement.

"I can't do this unit anymore, it's just –" he cradles the phone against his neck and jaw and runs a hand through his hair, "I'll do better in Narcotics. My brother always said I was a Narc," he says, laughing joylessly at his own joke.

"Do you wanna grab a drink? The night's young we can meet at-"

"Do you wanna go on a date?" he interrupts, his eyes closing as he rests deeper into the couch, his beer forgotten in his hand.

"Brian, I-"

"Bullshit aside, Liv. No expectations, no hang-ups. Just you, me, dinner, I dunno maybe a movie or something." He doesn't realize that he's holding his breath.

"Brian I- that sounds great and you're a great guy but-" and she lets the word dangle there for a moment while he lets himself breathe again, "I'm just too busy with work right now. I- well, you know how it is."

"I understand," he answers quickly, his hand back to holding the phone as he leans forward on the couch so that his feet are on the ground and his elbows rest on his knees. "I get it."

"We can still grab a drink, though- if you want."

He stands, and when he does he can feel the bones in his back crack and his shoulders sag a bit. "No. No I don't think I want to do that, Liv."

He's biting his lip and standing in the middle of his apartment.

"Oh," and she sounds surprised, genuinely surprised by his answer, "Okay."

They're both silent, Brian chewing his lip and Liv breathing softly on the other side of the line.

"I'll see you around, Brian."

"Yeah," he answers, "Bye."

He doesn't turn off the phone until he sees the 'Call Ended' flash across the screen. He sits back down on his couch, picking up his beer and taking another long drink.

And I'm not the type to beg for reviews, but I will say this . . . .hearing nice things about my writing typically inspires me to write more.