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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-04 12:12 am
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Eric/Erica - Miami Sun (2/3)
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: Miami Sun (2/3)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
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psych_30 Prompt: 021. Rationalization
Warnings: N/A
A/N: Direct follow-up to the first section. Read that one first.
Disclaimer: I own the slimebucket and Erica's drunk friends. Sadly, not Eric, or we would have a lot more shirtless Delko.
He wasn’t sure why he did it. Why he stepped up to defend her like that. He didn’t even like her. In fact, he couldn’t stand her. He couldn’t stand the way she talked, he couldn’t stand the way she had to stick her nose into everything, he couldn’t stand how she managed to push his buttons without even making an effort, and yet he saved her from the slimebucket.
The reason he had given her was a good one. He was just doing his job. Protecting those who needed protecting. Shielding her from the evil of the world, even though he really didn’t need to. She had seen the evil of the world every day. And Erica could probably handle herself. He really didn’t need to do what he did.
But then again, Erica was a little tipsy. The situation could have ended up a lot worse. She could have wound up in a lot of trouble. She couldn’t have effectively defended herself, and he was protecting her. Any decent human being would have done the same thing. He did the right thing. He shouldn’t have to question this or rationalize this. It made sense.
But it was just when she started asking him questions like that—he’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t bother him. Usually he tuned her out, her comments just static in the air around him, but once they started to get personal, he couldn’t just sit there and ignore her anymore. And there were some questions when he just wondered—
How the hell did she know?
He hadn’t really gone anywhere. He was just pacing his out his frustrated energy outside the bar. The people were starting to give him strange looks. He noticed, but it wasn’t as if he had anywhere to go. He stopped moving briefly, and heard a sound he had heard too many times before.
“Let me go, you asshole!” Erica’s voice exploded from somewhere nearby.
“Look, bitch, now your boyfriend ain’t around and we can get back to where we were,” the sleazeball’s voice came, and Eric found himself reverting back to programming again. Back to instinct.
He found them around the other side of the bar, Erica with her back to the wall, and the slimeball leaning over her. He could tell that she was more drunk than she was before, and there was no way she was going to be able to defend herself from him.
“Hey,” Eric sighed, “I thought I told you to back off.”
“Where do you come from?” the slimebucket replied, pulling away from Erica and coming toward the Hispanic man.
“Just leave her alone,” Eric replied.
“Look, man, why can’t you just let a man take care of his business!”
“Dude, you don’t wanna do this,” Eric shook his head, pushing his shirt aside so the man can see the badge on his belt. He was on vacation, yet he was still carrying his badge. Force of habit.
“Shit.”
“Yeah, shit. Get the hell out of here.” And the guy didn’t have to be told twice.
Erica was against the wall, trying to pull herself to her feet. Once Eric got to her, she fell forward, stumbling into his arms. She looked at him blearily, and he looked down at her.
“Why do you keep saving me, Delko?” she asked him in all honesty.
“Because it’s my job, remember,” he repeated, supporting her with one arm as he walked her to his car, “Let me just take you back to your hotel, alright?”
Erica giggled softly, “That might take a while.”
“And why’s that?” he asked, knowing what was coming before she even said it.
“I don’t remember where that is.”
“That’s alright,” Eric replied, sitting her down in the passenger seat of his car, “We’ll just get you somewhere safe, OK?”
“OK,” she grinned, at him, and he found himself thinking, for some reason, he never realized she had such a pretty smile.
Title: Miami Sun (2/3)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
psych_30 Prompt: 021. RationalizationWarnings: N/A
A/N: Direct follow-up to the first section. Read that one first.
Disclaimer: I own the slimebucket and Erica's drunk friends. Sadly, not Eric, or we would have a lot more shirtless Delko.
He wasn’t sure why he did it. Why he stepped up to defend her like that. He didn’t even like her. In fact, he couldn’t stand her. He couldn’t stand the way she talked, he couldn’t stand the way she had to stick her nose into everything, he couldn’t stand how she managed to push his buttons without even making an effort, and yet he saved her from the slimebucket.
The reason he had given her was a good one. He was just doing his job. Protecting those who needed protecting. Shielding her from the evil of the world, even though he really didn’t need to. She had seen the evil of the world every day. And Erica could probably handle herself. He really didn’t need to do what he did.
But then again, Erica was a little tipsy. The situation could have ended up a lot worse. She could have wound up in a lot of trouble. She couldn’t have effectively defended herself, and he was protecting her. Any decent human being would have done the same thing. He did the right thing. He shouldn’t have to question this or rationalize this. It made sense.
But it was just when she started asking him questions like that—he’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t bother him. Usually he tuned her out, her comments just static in the air around him, but once they started to get personal, he couldn’t just sit there and ignore her anymore. And there were some questions when he just wondered—
How the hell did she know?
He hadn’t really gone anywhere. He was just pacing his out his frustrated energy outside the bar. The people were starting to give him strange looks. He noticed, but it wasn’t as if he had anywhere to go. He stopped moving briefly, and heard a sound he had heard too many times before.
“Let me go, you asshole!” Erica’s voice exploded from somewhere nearby.
“Look, bitch, now your boyfriend ain’t around and we can get back to where we were,” the sleazeball’s voice came, and Eric found himself reverting back to programming again. Back to instinct.
He found them around the other side of the bar, Erica with her back to the wall, and the slimeball leaning over her. He could tell that she was more drunk than she was before, and there was no way she was going to be able to defend herself from him.
“Hey,” Eric sighed, “I thought I told you to back off.”
“Where do you come from?” the slimebucket replied, pulling away from Erica and coming toward the Hispanic man.
“Just leave her alone,” Eric replied.
“Look, man, why can’t you just let a man take care of his business!”
“Dude, you don’t wanna do this,” Eric shook his head, pushing his shirt aside so the man can see the badge on his belt. He was on vacation, yet he was still carrying his badge. Force of habit.
“Shit.”
“Yeah, shit. Get the hell out of here.” And the guy didn’t have to be told twice.
Erica was against the wall, trying to pull herself to her feet. Once Eric got to her, she fell forward, stumbling into his arms. She looked at him blearily, and he looked down at her.
“Why do you keep saving me, Delko?” she asked him in all honesty.
“Because it’s my job, remember,” he repeated, supporting her with one arm as he walked her to his car, “Let me just take you back to your hotel, alright?”
Erica giggled softly, “That might take a while.”
“And why’s that?” he asked, knowing what was coming before she even said it.
“I don’t remember where that is.”
“That’s alright,” Eric replied, sitting her down in the passenger seat of his car, “We’ll just get you somewhere safe, OK?”
“OK,” she grinned, at him, and he found himself thinking, for some reason, he never realized she had such a pretty smile.
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Not a bad fic, even though I don't ship many people from Miami, just Horatio/Yelina and Calleigh/Ryan. :)
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and other than this, i don't ship anything from Miami. but i'm glad you liked it.
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And oh, the generator! I still have plenty of fics to write for that, don't even remind me. D:
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although, i was kind of amused when she bashed in the windows of boa vista's car...that was fun.
sorry, not a natalia fan.