750 Words turned into a CSI/Supernatural Crossover
Note: After watching much of CSI Season 9, I've become quite convinced that Riley Adams would be absolutely perfect with the boys of Supernatural. Especially given the fact that she does just end up leaving, pretty abruptly (leaving hundreds of open cases, as per the first episode of season 1!). So there is absolutely NO reason to see this as something that couldn't have happened. so it's happening. VOILA
The air rang with loud bells and electronic video game noises. Riley made sure not to look in the direction of the casino, she kept her eyes steadily trained on the drink in front of her, her fourth jack and coke of the night. The glass was almost empty. She grabbed the glass and ignored the straw, drinking the rest back like it was a straight shot. When she put it down, she pushed it forward and indicated to the bartender, the bald guy with a gold piercing in his ear, that she wanted another one. He nodded, not looking concerned in the slightest. She knew that he'd seen a lot worse at a place like this. Hell, Riley grimaced, her elbows on the table and her head in her hands, living and working in a place like this ensured that you would deal with drunk assholes on a 24/7 basis
But hey, at least they had an operating and effective system of dealing with assholes. When Riley had started in the Vegas crime lab, she'd expected some turmoil. The team she was joining had lost one person in a violent, dirty-handed crime. And recovery from situations such as that were not always easy. In her years as cop and the CSI in St. Louis, she'd learned that work teams quickly became family. And it was one of the few things about the job that she'd never cared for. As friendly as the Vegas crime lab was, she was never part of the team, with the rare exception of smaller instances. There were brief moments on break or working with the former lab tech, Greg Saunders that had her feeling at ease. And then there was the time she and the newest crime lab investigator, Ray Langston, had gotten trapped in a hostage situation. If she trusted anyone on the team it was him
He didn't have the damn baggage that everyone else had. The bartender brought her the jack and coke and smiled, not saying anything. She forced a smile back and took a quick drink. He'd added more of the jack, she noticed, as her throat burned just a little more. She'd have to leave him a good tip
"I'll have what she's having."
Riley looked over to her left and saw someone standing in the space that had previously been unoccupied. He was shorter than her, but not by much, and he had a military cut and dusty leather jacket that looked like it had been through several wars. He smiled at her when he caught her looking and said, "I always go with what the locals are drinking."
"And how did you know I was local?" she asked, sizing him up. He was built, but even on a few drinks she had the feeling he was the kinda guy that froze when it came to the "hitting a girl" attitude. Guys who delivered stupid lines like that tended to be harmless and easily shrugged off.
"Honestly, he asked the bartender." answered the guy with longer dark brown hair who was standing right by the dumbass.
"Apparently you come here a lot." He smiled, the kind of smile that was just a little too friendly. "The name's Dean. This is my brother, Sam. We're just in town visiting."
"Good for you." Riley answered. She had no interest in furthering the conversation and was planning on cutting the conversation short. She tried to make eye contact with the bartender, but he was off helping a woman in a slinky tank top with bottle blonde hair and curls that looked like they'd taken hours to pull off
"So what are you drinking?" Dean asked. Riley glanced at the bartender. He was still fully focused on the faux-blonde. She stirred her drink and sighed. What the fuck. She didn't have anything else to do
Conversing with these assholes couldn't be that much worse than going home to an empty apartment and thinking about how fucked up her job was, and how sick of it she was getting-- right?
"My name's Riley."