How many times can you get a writer's block while writing a story? Well, I'm up to my third, and hopefully last.

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Flashback

"How come you always do that?" Carl said with awe when Horatio rejoined their table, holding up a napkin with a pretty blonde's phone number scribbled down on it.

"Do what?"

"Get a girls to want you so easily. All you have to do is to smile at a girl and then suddenly she's in your bed." Horatio couldn't help but to blush a little bit as he glanced over at Amanda who looked rather bored.

"It's a gift." he shrugged, feeling obliged to keep his act together. "Although it doesn't work every time."

"Oh really? When hasn't it worked?" Wilson asked skeptically. Horatio dared himself to throw Amanda another glance, but she didn't seem to be bothered at all by their conversation, which annoyed him a little bit.

"I guess it always works." he said at last.

"Well, care to help a brother out?" Ron said suddenly.

"To find a girl?"

"Yes, to find a girl, what else?"

Carl and Horatio glanced over at each other, both as confused as the other.

"I just thought, you know…" Carl started.

"You know what?"

"You know… That you played for the other team, kind of."

"What team? I don't play sports. I mean, I played some football in High School but…"

"No, I meant…"

"Just give up, it's a lost battle!" Amanda interrupted Wilson. "Just hook him up with that blonde you met earlier and get it over with." she added to Horatio. And as always when she said something he found himself immediately obliging and taking Ron with him to introduce him to the blonde he'd met earlier.

"What were you thinking?" Ron said when they were out of the other's hearing range.

"About what?"

"About bragging like that in front of Amanda. I thought you were in love with her or something."

"Wha… I… What?" Horatio spluttered. "I'm not in love with her!"

"Sure you are. It's obvious that you have more than a crush on her, and the thing that comes after having a crush is being in love. Or is there something in between?" He crooked his eyebrows. "I'm not sure, I don't really have the best love life going for me, if you know what I mean." Horatio just stared at him.

"What is wrong with you?" he said at last, having felt for asking that question for a very long time.

"A lot of people ask me that, but then Amanda's usually around to answer. She always gives the same answer though: 'He was dropped on my head when I was a baby'." he shrugged.

"Well, that explains a lot."

"People always say that too. But don't change the subject now, you have a thing for Amanda, no matter what it's called, and I can't allow you to burn your bridges with her through making it look like you're only interested in young supermodels."

"I don't…" he stopped when he saw the look on Ron's face "It's not like she even cares!"

"Of course she cares. Why do you think she wanted you to hook up with that blonde?"

"So you could get your love life going?"

"If she'd wanted that she could've just have asked you to hook me up with some random girl, but she asked for this specific one because she was the one who gave you her number, and if that girl would end up with me it meant she wouldn't end up with you, and for her that's a good thing."

"And how the hell did you figure that out?"

"I've known Amanda my entire life, I know how she thinks." Horatio stood there for a while deliberating.

"I don't think you've got it right." he said at last, feeling that he didn't want to get his hopes up. He and Amanda were friends, and that was something he'd simply have to deal with. "She and I are just friends." And that was what they'd forever be, unfortunately.

"Ok, suit yourself. But just so you know: you're really missing out. So now, back to that blonde..."

Horatio went over to Amanda, who was now sitting on her own, after managing to actually pair Ron up with that woman, although it had taken a lot of charm.

"Hey, where're the others?" he asked her.

"Jack and his wife are still dancing." they both looked over at their friend and his wife, who were moving slowly on the dance floor. "And Wilson just left. Apparently his sister freaks if he's not back home before a certain time."

"She's still that way?"

"These things take time, and she's actually a bit better now; she sleeps in her bed on her own instead of locking herself into the closet at nights or sleeping next to Carl."

"That's good, I guess." he said.

"It is!" she said loudly, wiggling out of her chair.

"Ok, you've obviously had one drink too many. Need a ride home?" He said and grabbed her around the waist.

"Why, don't you have some girl to go home with?" She said and gave him a dirty look.

"No, I hooked her up with Ron, remember?"

"Oh right." Was it just him or did she look happy? Maybe he was just seeing things because of what Ron said.

"So, do you need a ride or not?"

"Yeah, sure. I came here with Ron anyways and he probably took the car." She slid out of his grip and grabbed her bag. "After you."

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"Ok, here you go Cece." Amanda said to the nanny while handing her some money.

"Thanks. Same time tomorrow?" Cece responded with a smile.

"Yeah. Bye for now."

"Bye Amanda, bye Horatio." She gave him a small flirty smile before walking out the door.

"I think she's got a thing for you." Amanda said when she'd closed the door.

"She's not my type."

"Really? Young, tall, blonde, isn't that just your type?" she said jokingly and went into the living room.

"I actually prefer brunettes. Not because looks matter." he added quickly as he followed her.

"Of course not." she said skeptically and rolled her eyes. "But seriously though, why isn't she your type?"

"Well, she's sweet and hot and all, but I've dated way to many girls like her and I've gotten bored." he shrugged. "Why? Are you trying to fix me up with someone?"

"No, I'm just curious. What do you mean with girls like her?"

"Girls that I can't see any future with."

"Don't worry, you'll meet your girl."

"My girl?"

"You know, the girl you love."

"What if I've already met the girl I love?" Without really knowing what came over him he put his hand on her chin before he closed the space between them and pressed his lips against hers.

Too fast?

Two more quick questions:

1. Would it bother anyone if the next chapter had some rather adult themes?

2. Is it necessary to change the rating to M if there's adult themes for just one chapter or can you just put warnings before and after the special part?

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