Again no song lyrics, but this has ended up to be where I put my oneshots. Hope you enjoy! Review.
"Spinelli, I'm coming over," she said and hung up.
"Maximista, what's going on," he questioned opening the door.
"I need you to take me somewhere."
"Where and why?"
"Spinelli, I don't have time for questions," she said headed upstairs.
"What is The Beautiful Blonde One up to?"
"Just put this on so we can go," she demanded tossing him some clothes from his closet.
"Oh-K-ay."
"Spinelli, get with it."
He began to walk out of the room.
"Oh, no! I do not have time for you to be modest! Just change, it's not like I haven't seen you in less."
He left the room anyway to change in privacy.
"Just hurry, I'll be downstairs waiting."
"Let's go," he said when he returned, grabbing a set of keys, her hand, and headed for the door, "where to, my lady."
"Spinelli, what do you think you're doing with Jason's keys?"
"You said you needed me to take you somewhere, so that's what I'm doing, taking you somewhere."
"No you are not. I'm not going anywhere in that mob mobile."
"Maxie."
"Spinelli, I'm not going to ride in that thing again, and you're not driving."
"If that's the way you want it, I suppose you can drive. I would at least like to know why you are in such a rush to get wherever it is you insist on going."
"I ran into some old friends of mine today at Metro Court," she explained climbing into her car.
"That's nice, how are they?"
"Great, that's the point."
"I am sorry, but I really do not understand what you mean."
"Spinelli, they are doing so much better than me. One of them graduated from Princeton a year early, has been married for a year, and just found out she's pregnant. The other one just started her own company. And what have I done? I'm not in a relationship, I'm only Kate Howard's assistant, and I've done some pretty unspeakable stuff. They're here for a wedding I wasn't even invited to. God, why won't my car start?"
"Maxie you're making up for it, let your past be your past. And you are so much more than just an assistant to Ms. Howard and you know it."
"Spinelli you're the best."
"And," he added, "If these people make you feel that way about yourself, why do you even want to meet them?"
"Well, because I kind of told them I was engaged, and had an awesome job, I know I shouldn't have lied, but I needed to make myself feel better."
"First of all you do have a pretty amazing job. And about you being engaged, is that where I come in? Let me try," he said offering to take a stab at starting the car.
"It appears that your battery is dead."
"So jump it! Come on we need to go!"
"That wouldn't be much help, you are out of gas as well. Looks like I'm driving after all."
"And what do you think you are going to drive. I'm not riding in that."
"Then I'll call a driver."
"We don't have time, we're already late."
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
"I know Jason's got something other than his motorcycle and that thing over there."
"Well."
"Well what? Figure it out, they're going to think I flaked."
"There is my ride."
"You have a car?"
"I didn't say car now did I?"
"No, but I thought 'ride' was attempt at being cool, no offense."
"Well it kind of was, but," he paused, "it's over here."
"Okay, let's just go already."
"Here you go," he said flipping a helmet in her direction.
"What's this?"
"It's a helmet. You're going to need it, I mean if you really want to meet your friends."
"Nice," she replied, "love the way you just air quoted 'friends. And, I said I wasn't riding on a motorcycle."
"No, you asked if there was something other than Jason's motorcycle and the mob mobile. There is, it's right here."
"Fine, but only because it's a last resort."
"That would be safer," he said pointing to the SUV.
"Safer!? Last time I rode in that I was almost murdered. We can take your 'ride'."
"Maxie dear?"
"Yes honey," she replied trying to play along with him calling her dear.
"Is there any back story I need to know about? How are we going to explain our engagement?"
"I thought we'd play it by ear. We're still late, can we go?"
"Ring?"
"Ring, what?"
"What about a ring?"
"Covered. I took one from the office."
"What?"
"I'm only borrowing it, and its fake anyway, we were using it for a photo shoot. Spinelli!?"
"What is it," he asked climbing onto the motorcycle.
She batted her eyes and flashed a toothy grin, "Can I drive?"
"Not now, I thought we were in a hurry."
"Please," she whined.
"Maybe I'll let you drive home, if."
"If what?"
"If you're on you are on your best behavior."
"When am I not," she joked, rolling her eyes. She climbed on the back of the bike and they headed for Metro Court.
They entered the hotel and quickly hoped on the elevator headed to the restaurant. She took a deep breath, checked her makeup and, arranged his hair.
His heart skipped a beat, as it always did when she fussed over him. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes."
"You don't think I'm going to screw it up?"
"Spinelli I trust you, you're my best friend."
He hoped this performance would help them become more than friends. "Maybe for tonight you should call me Damian."
"Okay Damian," she smiled, "nope that's not going to work. It doesn't feel right." The elevator stopped and the doors began to open. "Ring," she began digging through her purse, "there you are," she went to slip it on her finger.
"Allow me," he took the ring out of her hand, "Ms. Maxie Jones, would you marry me?"
"It would be my pleasure."
"Here we go," he said grabbing her hand and leading her into the dining room.
"There they are," she spotted the group they were meeting waving them over.
"Hi, Emma, Amanda, this is Damian my fiancé, Spinelli, these are the girls I was telling you about."
"It's nice to meet you Damian," the women said in unison.
"The pleasure is all mine."
They set there for hours discussing where life had taken them. She left out as much of the stupid pranks she had pulled as she could. He kept up with the thought that she was Junior Editor for Crimson and he was a Private Investigator, the latter not really being a lie.
"We'll all have to get together again when I am back in town," Amanda suggested.
"I'll make sure to bring my husband along, I really think the two of you would have so much in common," Emma agreed.
"I think that is a great idea."
"Hopefully we can do this again soon; tonight was fun."
"I think we need to be going," he said wrapping his hand around Maxie's waist.
"He's working on a big case, and I've got a long day tomorrow."
"Well it was great to see you again, it was nice to meet you Damian."
"Have a good evening ladies," she said waving goodbye. They climbed into the elevator and he pressed the lobby button. "Wait," she said pressing the button for the Crimson Offices, "I've got to put this ring back before Kate realizes it's gone. How about you go ahead and get our 'ride', it won't take me long."
"You're the boss."
She headed to the office and he headed to the parking garage. When she returned she ran into his arms and kissed him in the same manner as she always did.
"What was that for?"
"I was just saying thank you. Spinelli you are the greatest. I really don't know what I would do without you."
"It was nothing, really, I would do anything for you," he replied dangling the keys to the motorcycle.
"So, I was on my best behavior, was I?"
"Indeed."
"Yes," she squealed.
"Rules," he sang.
"Rules? What kind of rules?"
"Well, for starters, keep it at the speed limit."
"No fun!"
"Back roads."
"Huh?"
"Start here and head for the closest back road, then you can let it fly."
"Really!?"
"Yes."
"God, Spinelli, you are so much fun! I love you!"
"Good to know. Are you ready."
"I was born ready," she said started it up.
"Wonderful," he replied climbing on back.
She sped away ignoring his rules, she turned onto the first back road she saw and let the hammer down, she never saw the headlight speeding towards them. They hit the gravel road hard.
"Maximista," he quietly called.
"Spinelli, Spinelli, are you okay," she questioned crawling towards him.
"I am fine, I swear," he said with a ragged breath, "are you okay?"
"Spinelli I'm okay, but you're not, I'm calling an ambulance."
"Blonde One, I'm fine, I swear."
"Spinelli, you can barely breathe. God, there is so much blood. This is Maxie Jones," she said to the operator. She rattled off where they were and told them to hurry. The operator let her know an ambulance was on its way, that it wouldn't be long.
"Maximista? Maxie? Maxie, where are you?"
"I'm right here. Don't worry I'm not going anywhere."
"I need to tell you something."
Spinelli stop talking. You can tell me later, I promise."
"No, I have to tell you something."
"Spinelli, please, it can wait."
"No, I have to tell you I love you."
"Spinelli, I love you too, please, don't talk. You need to save your energy. Everything is going to be okay, I can hear the ambulance. Please just lay here."
"Maxie," he paused, "I love you, I am in love with you," he took another ragged breath.
"Spinelli? Spinelli? Oh my God Spinelli!"
"Get out of the way ma'am," the EMT yelled trying to administer CPR.
"He's not breathing," she cried, "you've got to do something!"
"I can't find a pulse. Get the paddles."
"Spinelli. Spinelli, no!"
"Charging to 300. Clear."