It's Her!

Emily didn't realized how close she was to her first love in that café that day when she was eating by herself. Way across the room Ryan caught sight of her and was staring.

He was stunned.

He was ninety-nine percent sure he was looking at Emily Jaxson.

"What ya staring at. Wolfe?" Walter Simmons said.

"I think that's... Emily," Ryan said, absently, not looking away.

"The Emily? Well, let's find out," Frank Tripp said, getting up and walking across the room. Ryan tried to stop him but was sandwiched by Walter Simmons and Eric Delko.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Frank said when he got to Emily's table. "My name is Frank Tripp."

"Hi," Emily said. She didn't know what this man was up to. Please don't hit on me, she thought.

"This may seem to be an odd question but do you know my friend over there?" He pointed out Ryan, wedged between two other men and wearing an embarrassed look on his face. "His name is Ryan Wolfe."

"I do," she couldn't help but admit.

Emily was utterly shocked and her heart pounding with excitement...and joy. She couldn't believe her eyes.

Ryan then practically pushed the burly African-American young man named Walter out of the way to get to Emily. Neither knew at this point if the other had someone else in their lives, but the two grabbed each other, Ryan grabbing Emily by her waist and sweeping her feet off the floor, the two kissed passionately without a word.

"Wow," Eric said.

"Yeah," Walter said. "I never thought I'd see Wolfe do that!"

Eric and Frank had to agree.

After their passionate and public reunion kiss, the two went over to Emily's table, food completely forgotten. They quietly and simultaneously told each other there was no one in their lives. They exchanged addresses and numbers, grudgingly knowing they both had to go back to their jobs for the afternoon. Ryan would go straight to her place after his shift.

"Wolfe's gonna get laid tonight!" Eric teased him, the other two following suit.

Ryan just smiled.

He felt pinching himself over and over.

Could he be this lucky?

"Seriously though, Wolfe," Frank said, "you have to formally introduce us to her soon. We've all heard too much about her."

Emily was off for the day before Ryan was; she had no doubt in her mind, even if she hadn't heard the teasing from Ryan's co-workers, that the two were going to be intimate that evening she stopped by the drug store and purchased the necessary precautions. She was on the pill but it never hurt to have a back up.

"I have to say, she's quite beautiful, Wolfe," Frank said of Emily. "And she picked you?" He teased.

"A kick in the head for you, huh, Frank?" Ryan teased back. "I saw the look on her face when you went over and introduced yourself. Oh no! How am I going to nicely turn this old bold guy down!"

This was ironically similar to what Emily had thought.

Word got around the lab fast that that Ryan had found "his" Emily again. Horatio told the CSI he was glad for him and he hoped to meet Emily soon.

The last two hours of Ryan's shift dragged for him, giving Walter amusement. Ryan damned his OCD when he had to make sure he observed the speed limit getting to his destination.