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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-03 10:42 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-03 10:42 pm
Eric/Erica - Miami Sun (1/3)
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: Miami Sun (1/3)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRK
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
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psych_30 Prompt: 018. Instinct
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: While on separate vacations, Eric and Erica run into each other in a bar
Author's Note: This idea originated from the prompt from Ragna's (goddess_loki) Random Prompt generator Eric Delko / Erica Sikes / on vacation. And from there, I became obsessed. Thus, this series. Which I'm going to attempt to write in order *gasp*.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eric or Erica. They're owned by CBS.
Eric Delko stretched out on the beach, making a vain attempt to relax. Too many things have happened this year to get him geared up. Between his sister, the train wreck that was him and Natalia, and all the mole bullshit going on in the lab, he hadn’t really had any time to unwind. Any time to relax.
Horatio had given him this vacation time, and damnit, he was going to enjoy it.
But the beach was too bright. The day was too sunny. The water was too salty. Everyone around him was too happy. Just like the hotel was too quiet. The pool had too much chlorine. The food was too hot, and the drinks were too cold. Every thing was too over the top and was winding him up more than he should be considering he was on vacation.
He finally decided that he was too sober, and glanced down at his watch. Just after two-thirty. Perfect timing for a nice, strong drink. He dragged his way out of the sand and towards the air conditioned interior of the bar. He walked into the room, when his eyes landed on a blond at the bar across the room.
Oh, God. Not her. Not here.
***
Erica Sikes was sitting in the bar with a few close friends, happily chatting away. As much as she wanted to climb the journalism ladder, she did enjoy her vacation time. Her time away from the camera screen, being Erica Sikes fierce reporter. Right now, she was just Erica.
She took another sip of her drink, listening to the girls around her chat about the various men around them. She would occasionally say something along with them, but she was focusing more on the alcohol in front of her. The less sober she was, the more likely she was to actually relax around these particular friends. They had always seemed somewhat mindless to her. They didn’t care about the same issues she did.
In fact, they tended not to care about any issues at all.
“Oh my God,” Gretchen grinned, tossing her red hair over her shoulder, “Check out the guy who just came in. Tall, muscular, latino. Absolutely gorgeous!”
All the girls turned at that point, and the color drained from Erica’s face.
Oh, God. Not him. Not here.
***
Eric made his way over to the bar, avoiding Erica at all costs, and her doing the same for him. Neither of them wanted to speak to each other, but then again, neither of them knew that. He ordered himself the strongest drink he could think of, then settled onto the barstool.
“Oh my God,” Lacey sighed, holding up the empty pitcher, “We need another round.” Then all of them turned and looked at Erica.
“What?” the blond frowned.
“C’mon, Erica, you can’t be that wasted already,” Gretchen rolled her eyes, “You said you’d buy the next round.”
That would mean going to the bar. That would mean running into Eric Delko.
“Oh, guys. You know what, I’ll get the next one,” Erica protested, “Someone else get this one.”
“No, no, no,” Lacey shook her head, “You said you’d buy the next round, you’re buying this round, go get it.
Erica snatched the pitcher from Lacey’s hand, and headed towards the bar. Since her luck had been just fantastic this vacation, the only open spot on the bar was between Eric Delko, and the guy sitting next to him. She walked over, ordered the other round, and waited. It only took a few minutes for the guy sitting next at the bar to notice her.
“Hey, beautiful,” he slurred, “How bout you and me go find somewhere a little more quiet?”
“No thanks,” Erica replied, “I’m with some friends.”
“Ditch ‘em,” he replied, starting to corner her against the bar, “We could have some fun.”
“No, that’s quite alright,” Erica replied, starting to back up. She hit something behind her, thinking it was the wall, she felt the panic start to rise in her drunk mind. Then she felt the wall shift, an arm slide around her waist, and a deep voice speak over her shoulder.
“She said, no, asshole.”
The man, getting the impression that Eric was trying to give, threw his hands up and backed away, heading out of the bar. Erica turned around to look at him, and when he realized how close they were, quickly released her waist. Erica just continued to stare at him.
“Why did you do that?”
Why did he do that? He acted without even thinking. He didn't even like Erica. He had no reason to protect her from that sleaze bag. So why the hell had he—it’s his job. Of course. It’s his job.
“It’s my job to serve and protect.”
“Even those you think the world is better without?”
“No one deserves to be cornered.”
“C’mon Delko. You wouldn’t mind if I dropped off the face of the earth.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t need another case on my desk.” He downed the last of his drink.
“Maybe I should be a little concerned.”
“Can’t you say thank you like a normal human being?”
No. No she couldn’t. She could never say thank you like a normal human being. She always thought someone had a hidden agenda. No one ever did something without having something in it for themselves, and she knew that. Eric Delko, especially Eric Delko, wasn’t about to do something out of the goodness of his heart. She knew that in her gut.
“Not until I understand why.” She didn’t understand why she was doing this. It must have been the alcohol. She had never felt the urge to push someone’s buttons so much before.
“Alright, Sikes, I’ll bite. Why should you be concerned?” The look on his face clearly said he was annoyed, but she was beyond caring.
“Well, I was just saved from a sleazy guy, from a man who lost his badge while he was toothing.”
“How did you find out about that?” Eric said, sitting up, and she knew she had his attention.
“Then again, maybe I shouldn’t be so worried about that. But everything you touch seems to turn into a disaster. Let’s see, both your sister and your best friend are dead. You’ve been involved in more shootings than I can count.”
“I’m a cop,” Eric said, trying to brush off what she was telling him, trying to not let it get to him, “It’s an occupational hazard. People you know become targets.”
“Oh, yeah? What happened to the camerawoman who always got your good side?”
That’s when Erica saw it. The flash in his eyes, the anger. She didn’t understand why this woman who he never even really knew, was getting him to him more than Marisol and Speedle were.
“That was not my fault!”
“Face it, Delko,” she grinned as he backed her into the bar, “Everything you touch turns into a disaster. She felt the cold wood of the bar against her back, but she didn’t feel threatened. She wasn’t scared. She knew he wouldn’t physically assault her. He wasn’t that kind of guy. But he was pissed. Lord, he was pissed.
“So how do you think I’m gonna end up, Delko?” she grinned, “Shot in a swap? Sniped in the middle of a crowded plaza?”
“Why can’t you just say thank you?” Delko growled, before turning on his heels and walking out of the bar.
Erica watched him go, and felt the words leave her lips in a whisper. “Thank you.”
Title: Miami Sun (1/3)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRK
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
psych_30 Prompt: 018. InstinctContent Warning: N/A
Summary: While on separate vacations, Eric and Erica run into each other in a bar
Author's Note: This idea originated from the prompt from Ragna's (
goddess_loki) Random Prompt generator Eric Delko / Erica Sikes / on vacation. And from there, I became obsessed. Thus, this series. Which I'm going to attempt to write in order *gasp*.Disclaimer: I don't own Eric or Erica. They're owned by CBS.
Eric Delko stretched out on the beach, making a vain attempt to relax. Too many things have happened this year to get him geared up. Between his sister, the train wreck that was him and Natalia, and all the mole bullshit going on in the lab, he hadn’t really had any time to unwind. Any time to relax.
Horatio had given him this vacation time, and damnit, he was going to enjoy it.
But the beach was too bright. The day was too sunny. The water was too salty. Everyone around him was too happy. Just like the hotel was too quiet. The pool had too much chlorine. The food was too hot, and the drinks were too cold. Every thing was too over the top and was winding him up more than he should be considering he was on vacation.
He finally decided that he was too sober, and glanced down at his watch. Just after two-thirty. Perfect timing for a nice, strong drink. He dragged his way out of the sand and towards the air conditioned interior of the bar. He walked into the room, when his eyes landed on a blond at the bar across the room.
Oh, God. Not her. Not here.
***
Erica Sikes was sitting in the bar with a few close friends, happily chatting away. As much as she wanted to climb the journalism ladder, she did enjoy her vacation time. Her time away from the camera screen, being Erica Sikes fierce reporter. Right now, she was just Erica.
She took another sip of her drink, listening to the girls around her chat about the various men around them. She would occasionally say something along with them, but she was focusing more on the alcohol in front of her. The less sober she was, the more likely she was to actually relax around these particular friends. They had always seemed somewhat mindless to her. They didn’t care about the same issues she did.
In fact, they tended not to care about any issues at all.
“Oh my God,” Gretchen grinned, tossing her red hair over her shoulder, “Check out the guy who just came in. Tall, muscular, latino. Absolutely gorgeous!”
All the girls turned at that point, and the color drained from Erica’s face.
Oh, God. Not him. Not here.
***
Eric made his way over to the bar, avoiding Erica at all costs, and her doing the same for him. Neither of them wanted to speak to each other, but then again, neither of them knew that. He ordered himself the strongest drink he could think of, then settled onto the barstool.
“Oh my God,” Lacey sighed, holding up the empty pitcher, “We need another round.” Then all of them turned and looked at Erica.
“What?” the blond frowned.
“C’mon, Erica, you can’t be that wasted already,” Gretchen rolled her eyes, “You said you’d buy the next round.”
That would mean going to the bar. That would mean running into Eric Delko.
“Oh, guys. You know what, I’ll get the next one,” Erica protested, “Someone else get this one.”
“No, no, no,” Lacey shook her head, “You said you’d buy the next round, you’re buying this round, go get it.
Erica snatched the pitcher from Lacey’s hand, and headed towards the bar. Since her luck had been just fantastic this vacation, the only open spot on the bar was between Eric Delko, and the guy sitting next to him. She walked over, ordered the other round, and waited. It only took a few minutes for the guy sitting next at the bar to notice her.
“Hey, beautiful,” he slurred, “How bout you and me go find somewhere a little more quiet?”
“No thanks,” Erica replied, “I’m with some friends.”
“Ditch ‘em,” he replied, starting to corner her against the bar, “We could have some fun.”
“No, that’s quite alright,” Erica replied, starting to back up. She hit something behind her, thinking it was the wall, she felt the panic start to rise in her drunk mind. Then she felt the wall shift, an arm slide around her waist, and a deep voice speak over her shoulder.
“She said, no, asshole.”
The man, getting the impression that Eric was trying to give, threw his hands up and backed away, heading out of the bar. Erica turned around to look at him, and when he realized how close they were, quickly released her waist. Erica just continued to stare at him.
“Why did you do that?”
Why did he do that? He acted without even thinking. He didn't even like Erica. He had no reason to protect her from that sleaze bag. So why the hell had he—it’s his job. Of course. It’s his job.
“It’s my job to serve and protect.”
“Even those you think the world is better without?”
“No one deserves to be cornered.”
“C’mon Delko. You wouldn’t mind if I dropped off the face of the earth.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t need another case on my desk.” He downed the last of his drink.
“Maybe I should be a little concerned.”
“Can’t you say thank you like a normal human being?”
No. No she couldn’t. She could never say thank you like a normal human being. She always thought someone had a hidden agenda. No one ever did something without having something in it for themselves, and she knew that. Eric Delko, especially Eric Delko, wasn’t about to do something out of the goodness of his heart. She knew that in her gut.
“Not until I understand why.” She didn’t understand why she was doing this. It must have been the alcohol. She had never felt the urge to push someone’s buttons so much before.
“Alright, Sikes, I’ll bite. Why should you be concerned?” The look on his face clearly said he was annoyed, but she was beyond caring.
“Well, I was just saved from a sleazy guy, from a man who lost his badge while he was toothing.”
“How did you find out about that?” Eric said, sitting up, and she knew she had his attention.
“Then again, maybe I shouldn’t be so worried about that. But everything you touch seems to turn into a disaster. Let’s see, both your sister and your best friend are dead. You’ve been involved in more shootings than I can count.”
“I’m a cop,” Eric said, trying to brush off what she was telling him, trying to not let it get to him, “It’s an occupational hazard. People you know become targets.”
“Oh, yeah? What happened to the camerawoman who always got your good side?”
That’s when Erica saw it. The flash in his eyes, the anger. She didn’t understand why this woman who he never even really knew, was getting him to him more than Marisol and Speedle were.
“That was not my fault!”
“Face it, Delko,” she grinned as he backed her into the bar, “Everything you touch turns into a disaster. She felt the cold wood of the bar against her back, but she didn’t feel threatened. She wasn’t scared. She knew he wouldn’t physically assault her. He wasn’t that kind of guy. But he was pissed. Lord, he was pissed.
“So how do you think I’m gonna end up, Delko?” she grinned, “Shot in a swap? Sniped in the middle of a crowded plaza?”
“Why can’t you just say thank you?” Delko growled, before turning on his heels and walking out of the bar.
Erica watched him go, and felt the words leave her lips in a whisper. “Thank you.”
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