The Night
Title: The Night
Words: 840
Fandom: CSI: New York/CSI: Las Vegas
A/N: Came from Ragna’s Random Prompt Generator, Adam Ross / Jacqui Franco / on the rebound.
She started sipping her second soda of the night, and repeated the line that she’d used so many times earlier that week: blind dates were never a good idea.
It was about to be scientifically proven (by her) that blind dates were not good. Ever. So what if this mysterious ‘Adam Ross’ was a ‘great guy’, by Greg’s standards? Or ‘really smart and funny’, by Archie’s? And ‘really not bad-looking’, according to Bobby? Not to mention he’d received an impressive grade of ‘rather tolerable’ from David, and an ‘awesome’ from Henry.
No, didn’t matter, blind dates were still never a good idea, even with her best friends assuring her it would go great. She even had evidence to back up her claim.
For one thing, her best friends all supported blind dating. They also, when combined, had about two successful relationships for the past five years. Not the best track record, but she could overlook that. For a little while, anyway. That’s how they got her here, anyway.
For another thing, even if things worked out great and they ended up having wild sex in the bar bathroom (which she kind of hoped wouldn’t happen, even if they did hit it off, because she’d examined evidence from this particular bathroom before, and it wasn’t exactly pleasant), it wouldn’t change the facts. The logistics. This Adam person lived in New York, and she lived in Las Vegas. Opposite sides of the country. It couldn’t work.
Thirdly…she didn’t have a third point. Except for the fact that all her previous blind dates had gone badly. Very badly.
Of course, the little optimistic voice in her head chimed in. All the other times, you never had the full endorsement of all the guys. There was always someone who didn’t like the guy. This Adam? Everyone likes him. He’ll be different. I know it.
She shook her head. She’d been trying to drive that particular voice out of the foreground of her mind for a long time now, but it just kept on coming back no matter what she did.
She was devising a plan to scare the little optimist voice away when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, coming face to face with someone she immediately hoped was Adam. It surprised her a little, the way that damn little voice popped up again. It made her hope the guy in the green diamond print shirt with the almost-silly beard was there for her.
She really had to shut that thing up sometime.
“Are you Jacqui Franco?” He asked uncertainly.
“Are you Adam Ross?”
“Nice to meet you.” He smiled, and she had to admit, Bobby at least hadn’t been lying. He wasn’t exactly bad looking. Not attractive in a conventional way either, but he had nice eyes and a cute smile, to say the very least.
“Nice to meet you too.”
He sat down on the stool next to her, and they commenced with phase one of every blind date: the small talk. They talked about where they were from, what they liked, what they didn’t, who they knew, and before she quite realized it, she’d pulled a cigarette from her purse and Adam had pulled a lighter out of his pocket, holding it up to her just as casually as if they’d known each other for years.
"You smoke?" She tried not to sound too surprised.
"Nah." In his other hand he held up a box of orange Tic-Tacs, produced from another pocket. "I took up candy to quit smoking, actually."
She laughed a little at his answer. “So what do you take up to quit candy?”
"Sex."
She managed to keep a straight face, except that she felt herself blink about three times in a row.
“And before you ask: I suppose if you wanted to, you could take up religion to quit sex. Or Star Trek. Same results”
Alright. Now she knew why the boys liked this guy. And despite herself, she’d started smiling. Adam smiled right back.
“You hungry?” He asked abruptly. “I was on a plane for five hours yesterday, and then I fell asleep right after I landed here. Those little peanuts don’t go too far, you know?”
“There’s a really good restaurant upstairs next door. Moroccan food.” Her smile suddenly became forced, as she reminded herself of her second point. Even if the rest of the night went as well as these past ten minutes, he’d still be gone in three days.
“Sounds great. Let’s go.”
“Do you like Moroccan food?”
“I’ve never had it before, but you know. It’s food, right? Can’t be that bad.”
“Right.”
By the time their tea had been poured and appetizers selected, they’d already blown through their weirdest cases and their most common frustrations with CSIs, and the conversation was steadily moving into their friends and families, with a side of pursuits outside of work.
Listening to Adam describe his life in New York, Jacqui felt quite vindicated (and rather depressed) as she silently declared her hypothesis correct.
Words: 840
Fandom: CSI: New York/CSI: Las Vegas
A/N: Came from Ragna’s Random Prompt Generator, Adam Ross / Jacqui Franco / on the rebound.
She started sipping her second soda of the night, and repeated the line that she’d used so many times earlier that week: blind dates were never a good idea.
It was about to be scientifically proven (by her) that blind dates were not good. Ever. So what if this mysterious ‘Adam Ross’ was a ‘great guy’, by Greg’s standards? Or ‘really smart and funny’, by Archie’s? And ‘really not bad-looking’, according to Bobby? Not to mention he’d received an impressive grade of ‘rather tolerable’ from David, and an ‘awesome’ from Henry.
No, didn’t matter, blind dates were still never a good idea, even with her best friends assuring her it would go great. She even had evidence to back up her claim.
For one thing, her best friends all supported blind dating. They also, when combined, had about two successful relationships for the past five years. Not the best track record, but she could overlook that. For a little while, anyway. That’s how they got her here, anyway.
For another thing, even if things worked out great and they ended up having wild sex in the bar bathroom (which she kind of hoped wouldn’t happen, even if they did hit it off, because she’d examined evidence from this particular bathroom before, and it wasn’t exactly pleasant), it wouldn’t change the facts. The logistics. This Adam person lived in New York, and she lived in Las Vegas. Opposite sides of the country. It couldn’t work.
Thirdly…she didn’t have a third point. Except for the fact that all her previous blind dates had gone badly. Very badly.
Of course, the little optimistic voice in her head chimed in. All the other times, you never had the full endorsement of all the guys. There was always someone who didn’t like the guy. This Adam? Everyone likes him. He’ll be different. I know it.
She shook her head. She’d been trying to drive that particular voice out of the foreground of her mind for a long time now, but it just kept on coming back no matter what she did.
She was devising a plan to scare the little optimist voice away when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, coming face to face with someone she immediately hoped was Adam. It surprised her a little, the way that damn little voice popped up again. It made her hope the guy in the green diamond print shirt with the almost-silly beard was there for her.
She really had to shut that thing up sometime.
“Are you Jacqui Franco?” He asked uncertainly.
“Are you Adam Ross?”
“Nice to meet you.” He smiled, and she had to admit, Bobby at least hadn’t been lying. He wasn’t exactly bad looking. Not attractive in a conventional way either, but he had nice eyes and a cute smile, to say the very least.
“Nice to meet you too.”
He sat down on the stool next to her, and they commenced with phase one of every blind date: the small talk. They talked about where they were from, what they liked, what they didn’t, who they knew, and before she quite realized it, she’d pulled a cigarette from her purse and Adam had pulled a lighter out of his pocket, holding it up to her just as casually as if they’d known each other for years.
"You smoke?" She tried not to sound too surprised.
"Nah." In his other hand he held up a box of orange Tic-Tacs, produced from another pocket. "I took up candy to quit smoking, actually."
She laughed a little at his answer. “So what do you take up to quit candy?”
"Sex."
She managed to keep a straight face, except that she felt herself blink about three times in a row.
“And before you ask: I suppose if you wanted to, you could take up religion to quit sex. Or Star Trek. Same results”
Alright. Now she knew why the boys liked this guy. And despite herself, she’d started smiling. Adam smiled right back.
“You hungry?” He asked abruptly. “I was on a plane for five hours yesterday, and then I fell asleep right after I landed here. Those little peanuts don’t go too far, you know?”
“There’s a really good restaurant upstairs next door. Moroccan food.” Her smile suddenly became forced, as she reminded herself of her second point. Even if the rest of the night went as well as these past ten minutes, he’d still be gone in three days.
“Sounds great. Let’s go.”
“Do you like Moroccan food?”
“I’ve never had it before, but you know. It’s food, right? Can’t be that bad.”
“Right.”
By the time their tea had been poured and appetizers selected, they’d already blown through their weirdest cases and their most common frustrations with CSIs, and the conversation was steadily moving into their friends and families, with a side of pursuits outside of work.
Listening to Adam describe his life in New York, Jacqui felt quite vindicated (and rather depressed) as she silently declared her hypothesis correct.