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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-18 12:25 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-18 12:25 am
Eric/Erica - MIA or NYC?
ok...milking the eric/erica kick i'm on for as long as it lasts. which will probably be until about ten pm tomorrow night, but that's ok. at least i'm working on it, and it's not sitting in the back of my brain going...oh, yeah...i have to do that.
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: MIA or NYC?
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
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psych_30 Prompt: 13. Delusion
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Erica gets offered another job.
Author's Note: Part of Miami Sun series. Also used prompt Eric Delko / Erica Sikes / running out of time. Takes place weeks after "So Much for Platonic."
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
Erica stared at the phone that was tormenting her on the bed in front of her. She could make one phone call that could go two ways. One, to the TV station in Miami telling her she was accepting their offer for the anchor position, and could head for home. Or, she could call the TV station in Miami tell them that she would not accept the position; she still wanted to work in New York. It was her decision to make, her choice. There wasn’t really anything pulling her either way, and the whirlwind of split-second, rushed judgment decisions that had been her life lately were not helping matters at all.
She liked New York. She liked the feel and the vibe. It felt comfortable to her. She hated the weather half the time, but that was because she was used to the Miami heat and humidity. She would get used to the snow and rain eventually. Hopefully.
Then again, there was also the law enforcement that she now had to deal with. Detective Taylor was a hard nut to crack, and even though she was more than willing to offer her services in exchange for getting to break a story, just like she had back in Miami, but he didn’t bite most of the time. Although she had to say that the New York cops fought bit back a little harder than the Miami cops did. But that wouldn’t matter if she took the Miami job. She’d be anchoring.
Which was one step closer to anchoring on CNN.
And going back to Miami had one fringe benefit that had been bothering her ever since she had left. She wasn’t sure why, but somewhere in her mind she had this strange delusion that Eric would still want to work at this. She wanted to try and think rationally and logically and tell her self that twice rejected was two times two many for anyone, but there were these butterfly feelings in the pit of her stomach that were telling her he wants you. She knew she couldn’t put him through what she was doing a third time, but she wanted to try and make it work this time. She wasn’t going to run away from him, if that counted for anything.
First time, it was because she didn’t think they stood a chance.
Second time, it was because she knew she couldn’t stay, and she didn’t want them getting close than they had to be. Which they royally fucked up through their obvious inability to keep their hands off each other, but that wasn’t the point. She wasn’t even sure they would work when they were living in the same town, how the hell were they going to handle a relationship when she was in a different state?
If he gave her a chance for a third time, she wasn’t going to run away. Not again. But first he had to give her that chance, and she wasn’t so sure that would happen.
OK. Another phone call she could make.
She reached for the phone on the bed in front of her, and flipped it open, scanning through the numbers until she found the one she wanted. Leaning back into the cushions behind her, she listened patiently while the phone rang, until she heard the click, and a familiar baritone come from the other end.
“Delko.”
“Hey,” she sighed, “It’s Erica.”
Erica? The Erica who hadn’t made any form of contact since the night they had dinner? He hesitated before he responded, wondering what she could possibly want with him now.
“Hi,” he replied, “What’s up?”
“I got offered an anchor position.”
“Good for you.” She was calling, out of the blue, to tell him that?
“It’s in Miami.”
“Oh,” he replied, “So you’re coming home?”
“I might be,” she stated, “I like working out here in New York, so I’m trying to make a decision and—”
He knew where she was going with this before she even finished the sentence. “Erica, I don’t want you to base your decision on me.”
“I’m not,” she replied, “But if you’re willing to give me one last shot to try and make this work, it might make my decision a little—easier.”
She was coming back. She was coming back and she wanted him, that’s the part that was bowling him over. She was willing to pick up her life and resettle back in Miami again, based on whether or not he still wanted a relationship with her. That was putting a hell of a lot on his shoulders, and on her shoulders too.
“Look, I’m not saying we’re going to move in together right off the bat or anything like that,” she continued, “And as I said, you’re not the axis of my decision here. I’m leaning more towards Miami anyway, basically because it’s the better choice for me, career wise. But if you still want to make this work too—”
“It would tip the scale from a ‘maybe’ to a ‘definite,’” he finished for her, and she nodded.
“Yeah.”
She heard him take a deep breath from the other end of the phone and waited. She knew he was weighing things in his head, fighting battles with his own delusions as well as what his instinct was telling him to do. He needed consistency in his life right now, and granted, she wasn’t the best person to get it from at the moment, but she was offering to try a little harder, and he didn’t know what else he could ask for.
“OK,” he murmured, and she felt her heart catch in her throat. A smile spread across her face, and it was a moment before she finally spoke.
“OK,” she grinned, “It might be a few weeks, but I’m coming home.”
“I’ll see you then,” he replied, before they exchanged goodbyes and hung up. She couldn’t wipe off the grin that crossed her face as she opened her phone again, and made two phone calls.
One to the New York station to give her two week’s notice.
One to the Miami station to accept the job. She was going home.
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Title: MIA or NYC?
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Eric Delko/Erica Sikes
psych_30 Prompt: 13. DelusionContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Erica gets offered another job.
Author's Note: Part of Miami Sun series. Also used prompt Eric Delko / Erica Sikes / running out of time. Takes place weeks after "So Much for Platonic."
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:Miami. They're owned by CBS.
Erica stared at the phone that was tormenting her on the bed in front of her. She could make one phone call that could go two ways. One, to the TV station in Miami telling her she was accepting their offer for the anchor position, and could head for home. Or, she could call the TV station in Miami tell them that she would not accept the position; she still wanted to work in New York. It was her decision to make, her choice. There wasn’t really anything pulling her either way, and the whirlwind of split-second, rushed judgment decisions that had been her life lately were not helping matters at all.
She liked New York. She liked the feel and the vibe. It felt comfortable to her. She hated the weather half the time, but that was because she was used to the Miami heat and humidity. She would get used to the snow and rain eventually. Hopefully.
Then again, there was also the law enforcement that she now had to deal with. Detective Taylor was a hard nut to crack, and even though she was more than willing to offer her services in exchange for getting to break a story, just like she had back in Miami, but he didn’t bite most of the time. Although she had to say that the New York cops fought bit back a little harder than the Miami cops did. But that wouldn’t matter if she took the Miami job. She’d be anchoring.
Which was one step closer to anchoring on CNN.
And going back to Miami had one fringe benefit that had been bothering her ever since she had left. She wasn’t sure why, but somewhere in her mind she had this strange delusion that Eric would still want to work at this. She wanted to try and think rationally and logically and tell her self that twice rejected was two times two many for anyone, but there were these butterfly feelings in the pit of her stomach that were telling her he wants you. She knew she couldn’t put him through what she was doing a third time, but she wanted to try and make it work this time. She wasn’t going to run away from him, if that counted for anything.
First time, it was because she didn’t think they stood a chance.
Second time, it was because she knew she couldn’t stay, and she didn’t want them getting close than they had to be. Which they royally fucked up through their obvious inability to keep their hands off each other, but that wasn’t the point. She wasn’t even sure they would work when they were living in the same town, how the hell were they going to handle a relationship when she was in a different state?
If he gave her a chance for a third time, she wasn’t going to run away. Not again. But first he had to give her that chance, and she wasn’t so sure that would happen.
OK. Another phone call she could make.
She reached for the phone on the bed in front of her, and flipped it open, scanning through the numbers until she found the one she wanted. Leaning back into the cushions behind her, she listened patiently while the phone rang, until she heard the click, and a familiar baritone come from the other end.
“Delko.”
“Hey,” she sighed, “It’s Erica.”
Erica? The Erica who hadn’t made any form of contact since the night they had dinner? He hesitated before he responded, wondering what she could possibly want with him now.
“Hi,” he replied, “What’s up?”
“I got offered an anchor position.”
“Good for you.” She was calling, out of the blue, to tell him that?
“It’s in Miami.”
“Oh,” he replied, “So you’re coming home?”
“I might be,” she stated, “I like working out here in New York, so I’m trying to make a decision and—”
He knew where she was going with this before she even finished the sentence. “Erica, I don’t want you to base your decision on me.”
“I’m not,” she replied, “But if you’re willing to give me one last shot to try and make this work, it might make my decision a little—easier.”
She was coming back. She was coming back and she wanted him, that’s the part that was bowling him over. She was willing to pick up her life and resettle back in Miami again, based on whether or not he still wanted a relationship with her. That was putting a hell of a lot on his shoulders, and on her shoulders too.
“Look, I’m not saying we’re going to move in together right off the bat or anything like that,” she continued, “And as I said, you’re not the axis of my decision here. I’m leaning more towards Miami anyway, basically because it’s the better choice for me, career wise. But if you still want to make this work too—”
“It would tip the scale from a ‘maybe’ to a ‘definite,’” he finished for her, and she nodded.
“Yeah.”
She heard him take a deep breath from the other end of the phone and waited. She knew he was weighing things in his head, fighting battles with his own delusions as well as what his instinct was telling him to do. He needed consistency in his life right now, and granted, she wasn’t the best person to get it from at the moment, but she was offering to try a little harder, and he didn’t know what else he could ask for.
“OK,” he murmured, and she felt her heart catch in her throat. A smile spread across her face, and it was a moment before she finally spoke.
“OK,” she grinned, “It might be a few weeks, but I’m coming home.”
“I’ll see you then,” he replied, before they exchanged goodbyes and hung up. She couldn’t wipe off the grin that crossed her face as she opened her phone again, and made two phone calls.
One to the New York station to give her two week’s notice.
One to the Miami station to accept the job. She was going home.
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Whoops,didn't mean to shriek like the (slightly pathertic) Eric/Erica shipper I've become. I knew she'd go. I'm glad you made her go. ::nods::
Dangit, I need my Erica icon soon...
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but this is going to be fun. i can't wait to get to the good part of this, but it's going to be a while.