Fic: Safety Net justprompts
A/N: I'm incorporating the events of the newest episodes of the show into Remy's RP universe (which is pretty much her main universe at this point). rileyadams used with permission from way back when, and much much much love, despite the producers of CSI being asses and not keeping her around. No offense to any Foreman fans out there, but you have to admit they haven't really been writing him very sympathetically lately.
Prompt: Image prompt.
Remy came home one day with a very unhappy look on her face. She slammed the door and immediately flopped down on the couch next to Riley, who was flipping through a magazine she'd "borrowed" from the waiting room at the clinic the last time she'd gone to visit Remy. "What happened?"
"Foreman fired me." Remy sighed. She was glad Riley was actually home at the same time, but she also wanted to break things. Breaking things with a witness never went as well.
"Come again?"
"Foreman. Fired. Me."
"Huh. That's." Riley put her magazine down. "Wait, why?"
"Because he's an asshole?"
"Given, but seriously. Doesn't he need a reason?"
Remy looked at Riley. "He didn't feel right being my boss."
"So he didn't step down because..."
"He's an asshole?"
Riley nodded. "Well, I guess this gives you more time to work out your cross-stitch."
"I don't cross-stitch."
"Damn. Foiled again. Out of curiosity, why didn't he feel right being you boss?"
"Because he's an asshole." Remy folded her arms over her chest and put her feet in Riley's lap. "Maybe I'll sue him for sexual harassment."
Riley's hands, which had been moving to take of Remy's shoes, froze. "What?"
Completely unaware that Riley's mood had changed, Remy continued. "He doesn't feel right being my boss because he's in a position of power over me. Is that like pre-harassment or something?"
"No," Riley dropped her hands and let out a breath. "He's just an asshole."
Remy looked over at her partner. "Didn't I say that?"
"Doesn't he have his Remy look-a-like?" When Remy shrugged, she continued. "And didn't you not want the job? Taub quit, right?"
"I want the job. I love the job." Remy took a breath. It was hard to admit that, especially with how insane the job was. But it was the only job she really wanted. "But not with Foreman as my boss."
"Well, he did you a favor, then. At least now you get unemployment. And you can be June for awhile while we figure something out." Riley finally popped Remy's shoes off her feet. "I'd offer to rub your feet, but then you'd want to have sex with me, and you know how much I hate sex."
Remy grinned. "Stop it, you're ruining my bad mood."
"Oh no. Well, I guess we'll have to figure out a way to keep you annoyed. Oh, I had sex with the neighbor and got knocked up." Riley's face was completely serious, even though she wasn't.
"Mmmhmm." Riley had started rubbing Remy's feet, so that was about the most verbal she could be for the moment. "Don't do it 'gain."
Riley laughed. "Okay, but does that mean you're not going to be my baby daddy?"
"Less baby talk, more rubbing."
"Then sex?"
Remy bit her lip. "Yeah. You romantic, you."
"What do you want to do about work?"
Sighing, Remy threw her head back. "I was thinking you could shoot Foreman."
Riley raised an eyebrow. "As much as conjugal visits could be fun, I think you'd miss me if I were in prison for life."
"I guess cops don't really have women-in-prison fantasies, huh?"
"No, Miss I-Slept-With-A-Cheerleader. We don't."
"Cops are hotter."
"It's the gun. Chicks dig it."
"How many chicks?"
Riley slid her hand up Remy's calf. "Just the important one."
"Okay, now you're really being romantic. I'll figure out work tomorrow, Ward. Sex now. Work later."
"You're a regular Casanova." Riley shifted and crawled between Remy's legs, sliding her hand up higher as she went. "How can I resist you?"
"Let's never find out."
Riley grinned. "Deal."
Prompt: Image prompt.
Remy came home one day with a very unhappy look on her face. She slammed the door and immediately flopped down on the couch next to Riley, who was flipping through a magazine she'd "borrowed" from the waiting room at the clinic the last time she'd gone to visit Remy. "What happened?"
"Foreman fired me." Remy sighed. She was glad Riley was actually home at the same time, but she also wanted to break things. Breaking things with a witness never went as well.
"Come again?"
"Foreman. Fired. Me."
"Huh. That's." Riley put her magazine down. "Wait, why?"
"Because he's an asshole?"
"Given, but seriously. Doesn't he need a reason?"
Remy looked at Riley. "He didn't feel right being my boss."
"So he didn't step down because..."
"He's an asshole?"
Riley nodded. "Well, I guess this gives you more time to work out your cross-stitch."
"I don't cross-stitch."
"Damn. Foiled again. Out of curiosity, why didn't he feel right being you boss?"
"Because he's an asshole." Remy folded her arms over her chest and put her feet in Riley's lap. "Maybe I'll sue him for sexual harassment."
Riley's hands, which had been moving to take of Remy's shoes, froze. "What?"
Completely unaware that Riley's mood had changed, Remy continued. "He doesn't feel right being my boss because he's in a position of power over me. Is that like pre-harassment or something?"
"No," Riley dropped her hands and let out a breath. "He's just an asshole."
Remy looked over at her partner. "Didn't I say that?"
"Doesn't he have his Remy look-a-like?" When Remy shrugged, she continued. "And didn't you not want the job? Taub quit, right?"
"I want the job. I love the job." Remy took a breath. It was hard to admit that, especially with how insane the job was. But it was the only job she really wanted. "But not with Foreman as my boss."
"Well, he did you a favor, then. At least now you get unemployment. And you can be June for awhile while we figure something out." Riley finally popped Remy's shoes off her feet. "I'd offer to rub your feet, but then you'd want to have sex with me, and you know how much I hate sex."
Remy grinned. "Stop it, you're ruining my bad mood."
"Oh no. Well, I guess we'll have to figure out a way to keep you annoyed. Oh, I had sex with the neighbor and got knocked up." Riley's face was completely serious, even though she wasn't.
"Mmmhmm." Riley had started rubbing Remy's feet, so that was about the most verbal she could be for the moment. "Don't do it 'gain."
Riley laughed. "Okay, but does that mean you're not going to be my baby daddy?"
"Less baby talk, more rubbing."
"Then sex?"
Remy bit her lip. "Yeah. You romantic, you."
"What do you want to do about work?"
Sighing, Remy threw her head back. "I was thinking you could shoot Foreman."
Riley raised an eyebrow. "As much as conjugal visits could be fun, I think you'd miss me if I were in prison for life."
"I guess cops don't really have women-in-prison fantasies, huh?"
"No, Miss I-Slept-With-A-Cheerleader. We don't."
"Cops are hotter."
"It's the gun. Chicks dig it."
"How many chicks?"
Riley slid her hand up Remy's calf. "Just the important one."
"Okay, now you're really being romantic. I'll figure out work tomorrow, Ward. Sex now. Work later."
"You're a regular Casanova." Riley shifted and crawled between Remy's legs, sliding her hand up higher as she went. "How can I resist you?"
"Let's never find out."
Riley grinned. "Deal."