Author's Note- Hey guys :)

I wanna thank everyone who's been reading and following and reviewing this story!

I love writing it so I'm probably gonna upload 2-3 chapters everyday for the next few days.

I'm currently in the market for a beta reader, so if anyone's interested, contact me :)

This chapter is from A.J's POV, set in the bar.

Disclaimer: No. I don't.

Chapter 4

A.J's POV.

I can admit to myself that I dressed up slightly, for him. I live in Santa Monica, so I didn't have to waste precious time commuting. I could use what time I had left to shower, spend a good half an hour obsessing over my clothes, and spent twenty minutes applying make up.

I think to myself, if my sister were here with me, she'd ask, "who's the lucky guy?" I never wear this much make up. Concealer, Mascara, sure. But tonight I had on the whole nine yards. Foundation, powder, eyeliner, eyeshadow, etc, etc. I knew what type of bar O'Rourkes' was. Lara wanted me to go there for drinks last week, but I was still unpacking.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was dressed in dark blue jeans, and a tight, red, tank top with a black cardigan, accessorized with red pumps and a long, gold necklace Cassie got me for my birthday.

As I entered the bar, I heard him call out my name. It had to be him. No-one else would make my name sound that good.

As we talked, I couldn't stop staring at those eyes. God, those eyes. I just wanted to stare at them all day.

I've never felt this way about a guy, ever. It's just something about him that makes me feel like a teenager again. Butterflies in my stomach. Blushing when he says my name.

As we drink, and talk, I keep trying to slip little facts about me into the conversation, but soon after, Kensi says, "A.J! I just realised I know virtually nothing about you!" she pauses, "okay, Q&A time. Do you have any family?" she begins.

"I'm the eldest of 6, my dad died when I was 17, my mom still lives in the house I grew up in, in Seattle."

"Oh, I'm sorry about your dad." Kensi says sympathetically.

"Thanks."

"YAY! I love this song!" Nell says, jumping out of her seat and dragging Eric against his will to the dance floor.

"Care to dance, Fern?" Deeks said to Kensi, who hit him playfully in the arm when he calls her 'Fern'.

As they make their way to the dancefloor, I am just left with him. He laughs at the sight of Eric attempting to dance, and I laugh with him. He looks at me, blue eyes meeting green, and smiles. "You look beautiful, A.J."

I can't help but blush. I giggle, and say, " thanks, you don't look so bad yourself."

He stands up as a slow song comes on. The bartender says its the last song of the night, so we should dance.

He holds out a hand to me. "Shall we?"

I think for a moment, but I know I will eventually dance with him, so I take his hand. His skin feels warm and soft against mine. I want to treasure this moment, this dance, because it might be as close to him as I'll ever get.

His body stands closer to mine. Even at five foot eleven, he towers over me. He looks down to me. Blue eyes meeting green. I know he can see me blushing, but I don't care, because I see him blushing, too.

So, whaddya think?

Please R&R!

~Elle.