DISCLAIMER: YOU KNOW THE DRILL... DON'T SUE MEH

ONESHOT- NOT OPPOSITE DAY

PAIRING- RENOxELENA

I TOTALLY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO RECLUSION BY ANBERLIN WHILE READING THIS. IT DESCRIBES THE TURKS PERFECTLY!

Another gunshot goes off as I finish the job. A slow, nearly sarcastic clapping starts behind me and I roll my eyes.

"You gonna help me hide the body or what?" I turn and glare at my red haired coworker. His face erupts into his infamous smirk, which I think should just be wiped off his pink lips. I also think he's the only person that can make a smirk look attractive. No wonder all the ladies fall at his feet. Not that I'm one of them, that would be strictly unprofessional. I mean, sure, he's flirted with me a couple times, but he does that to every girl.

"Why don't you do it, it's supposed to be my day off, sweetheart."

"Mine too, but if we just took days off all the time, who would be around to do the work?"

"Tseng maybe?"

"He already does all the work," I defend, dragging the big, dead, and drunk man by his arms. This guy is really heavy...

"Yo, you need help, babe?"

"Would you stop with the ridiculous pet names and help me out?" I scowl. Chuckling, he sets his Electro-Mag rod on his shoulder and grabs one of the dead man's fat ankles, helping me hide the target's body.

"Back to headquarters then?" He raises a bright red eyebrow.

"Guess so," I shrug and pull out my buzzing phone. "Elena here."

"It's Tseng," my boss's familiar voice enters my ears. "We're meeting in the conference room soon. We have a lead on that case you were working on last month."

"We'll be there," I nod to myself. Great. Got called in at five this morning and now I have to attend a conference. How lovely.

"Where will we be?" Reno asks once I hang up, hands jammed in his wrinkly pants' pockets. He needs to wear his uniform better than that... But he's Reno, so laid back that his clothing screams it.

"Conference room," I roll my eyes, walking towards the helicopter and sitting inside, headphones pulled over my ears by the time Reno gets in the pilot's seat.

"Sounds like my Monday, yo," he replies sarcastically.

"Holy crap, you cannot fly this thing!" I shriek, clinging the seat tightly as he almost slams into a tall building.

"I can, just give me a moment," he bites his lip in concentration and gains control of the flying vehicle again. "See? I'm amazing," he grins at me cheekily.

"I'm sure you are, Reno."

We end up sitting in the conference room for half an hour before I get bored out of my mind. I'm also not feeling that well, but being a Turk, sickness shouldn't keep me from my job. But I still feel like crap. Reno's knee is bouncing restlessly beside me and I have to forcefully push it down my hand to avoid yelling at him for being irritating. He sends me that smirk, but I ignore him. Better to just listen to Tseng. And I do. Kinda. Does fiddling with the hem of my shirt count?

"You feeling okay?" someone mumbles next to my ear. I jump and turn to see Reno expectantly awaiting my answer. So I just nod. "You sure? You're really pale and warm. Very warm actually. Making me sweat over here." Um... Too much Reno. I don't care about your malfunctioning sweat glands.

"I'm fine," I lie.

No you're not. You're sick. Just admit it, Elena. Tseng seems to notice our quiet chat, as his eyebrow is raised at me while he explains the situation with the leads in the case. With each word, my head pounds, making my aching muscles hurt. And I can't stop shivering. I hate this. Um, who likes being sick, Elena?

"Well, uh, I guess that's all we'll get in today," Tseng says slowly, still eyeing me. Why am I so cold? Several people in business suits stand and say their goodbyes before leaving. They must be the people helping us. No duh, moron. Sometimes my mind needs to just shut up.

"Elena," he calls me over as I expected he would. I reluctantly walk over, fighting the urge to shudder.

"I'm sorry about that, sir. I'll research the project and get caught up on the..."

"Elena, just go home," he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"What?" I ask quietly.

"I didn't mean like that," he sighs. "Just go home early today. I don't feel like getting whatever you have, especially not when I'm dealing with this."

"I just have some paperwork to do," I press on.

"Fine. But only that and then you're gone. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir," I nod, hurrying off to my small office. A thick stack of papers towers up on my desk and I reluctantly read through them, my eyes just wanting to rest. I force them open and continue to scribble things down where they belong on the lines. But eventually, it becomes too much.

"Just a short nap," I yawn to myself, resting my head on my arms. "But then it's back to work."

I don't know if it's the fact that I'm in a bed or the smell of heavenly yet familiar cologne that wakes me up. But when I open my eyes, I realize that this is not my room. Which means this isn't my bed... Almost dreading what I will find. Messy red hair and a long pony tail catch my attention first. Then it's the fact that he's shirtless. Um... Please tell me he's at least wearing pants. A little scared to check, I just roll over and frown. How am I gonna get out without him waking up? Let's just hope he's a heavy sleeper.

Slipping out of the bed, my wrinkled work suit making me sigh, I walk quietly toward the shut door. But the wooden floor creaks loudly when I reach it, making the sleeping man groan and stir in his sleep. Then his green blue eyes blink open, a smirk playing on his lips when he sees me cringing.

"Hey Lanie," he teases, rolling onto his back with his hands linked behind his head.

"Uh, do you happen to know why I'm here?" I almost slap myself. Obviously he put me here, right?

"What do you think?"

"Wait, so what happened?"

"Oh chill, Lane. Nothin like that. You just fell asleep when you were doin your paperwork and crap so I thought it might be better to wake up in a bed than on an office chair and desk."

"Why didn't you just bring me to my place?"

"It's on the complete opposite side of the city from here," he shrugs. "It was midnight. I was exhausted anyway."

"Thanks," I mumble, avoiding looking at him so that I don't do something stupid like blush.

"Don't mention it. Now go shower, I've got work today," he waves me off and stands, the missing sheets revealing his distinctive abs. Swallowing hard, I force myself to just lock myself in the bathroom and shower, no other choice but to wear the same clothes I wore yesterday.

"Hungry?" Reno asks casually when I come out. "There's some toast in the toaster."

"Thanks," I nod and wait for the bread to pop up before nibbling on my breakfast.

"Feeling any better?" He raises an eyebrow. I nod again and stare down at my plate. "Hey, don't do that."

"What?" I look up.

"Quit blushing, it's a little weird." I can tell he's teasing, but it's making me redder all the same.

"Sorry. I'm just..." Admiring your sudden sexiness... No, bad Elena! "Always red faced in the morning."

"Especially when you wake up in some guy's bed?" I choke on a bite of my toast and he bursts out in laughter, my cheeks glowing redder than before.

"Reno!" I scold.

"What? It's true isn't it?"

"Shut up," I roll my eyes. "You're terrible."

"You like it," he winks and turns back to his fridge. Thank goodness, because my palms just broke out in a sweat. Elena, seriously. Pull yourself together!

"So when are we getting to work?"

"Around nine," he shrugs. "I never come in at eight like all you workaholics."

"I noticed," I sigh, looking at the clock. Everything in this apartment is so simple, yet so... Reno. From the chocobo clock on the wall to the dusty stack of books on the coffee table, this whole place screams the redhead's name and personality.

"I'm gonna shower. Go do whatever... An Elena would do."

"An Elena would be at work on time," I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow.

"Well that sucks for an Elena. Looks like she got up on the right side of the wrong bed."

I almost choke again and wash the stuck bread down with the cup of water he set down in front of me earlier. Then he's gone, probably going to take a long shower. I wonder if he ever takes his pony tail out... But there would be no point because his hair would still hang the same way. Hmm... Strange hair styles are in these days.

"I wonder if he's ever even opened these," I murmur to myself as my fingers brush across the short stack of literature, dust sliding off after my fingers. Then I shake my head. "No way, he's Reno. I've never even seen the guy touch a book."

"Take to yourself all the time?" I hear a teasing voice behind me. I turn to see Reno already changed and showered.

"How did you... That was like five minutes!"

"Not even," he grins cheekily. "I'm special."

"So what are we gonna do until you decide to get your butt outta here?" I sigh, sitting on the couch. He sits beside me and rests his head back on his hands, loosely resting his ankle on his other leg's knee.

"I dunno. Hey Elena?"

"Hmm?"

"It's not opposite day."

"Is that supposed to it isn't or it is?"

"No."

"That doesn't help?"

"Not really?" He smirks at my frustration as I groan. "There, I won't help you out. Elena, I hate you so little and I know if you don't like me or not, but I don't want to not maybe go on a not date with not you and not also, I totally have not been looking away from you since we haven't met."

I frown, trying to piece together whatever the heck he just said. He looks at me expectantly with his eyebrows raised.

"What don't you say?"

"Um... Twelve?" I cringe. Then it hits me. Did he just ask me out? What...

"Nevermind," he sighs and stands.

"Wait," I blurt.

"What?"

"Uh, sure. I guess. I don't quite understand what you said, or asked, but sure. Why not?" He grins and comes back over to me.

"Hey Elena?"

"Hmm?" He bends over, moving his mouth beside my ear.

"I hate you," he whispers. I frown. Then he laughs. "It's not opposite day, remember?"

"You suck," I laugh, standing and wrapping my arms around him tightly. He only brings one arm out to rest it on the small of my back, but it's enough. Ugh, why does he smell so good? Wait, what if I'm just another one of his girls? Eh, I can always just shoot his most valuable asset off if it comes to that.

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