Maka and Ryan - Didn't Think So
i finished the first two fics for my new claim at coclaim100, and my claim hasn't even been accepted yet. *headdesk* oh, well. i'm posting them now anyway. plus, i wanted to use my pretty ryan icon. see? *points to icon* i would have used one of my new nick/stella or flack/calleigh icons but...neither of those appear in this fic. however, if i find a meme or something, i may use one of them just cuz i can. and they're pretty. *bounces and thanks goddess_loki*
Timeline:
I'm using the last season finale as the cut off for the canon for each of the series, except for Miami. For Miami, I'm still using the fact that Horatio and Eric went to Rio. However, this does mean that Grissom/Sara is in there, Brass was shot, Flack was blown up, Marisol is dead, Natalia was exposed as the mole, as was the ADA chick, Aiden's dead, Lindsay's there, there are issues with Louie and...basically everything is in there that came before 301: People with Money, 502: Going Under, and 301: Built to Kill Part 1.
also, it should be noted that i need a title for this series. any suggestions would be most welcome.
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI:NY
Title: Didn't Think So
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Ryan Wolfe and Kaile Maka
coclaim100 Prompt: 024. Lies
Content Warning: Spoilers for season 4 (CSI: Miami) and season 2 (CSI:NY)
Summary: Every time she had come down here to go to Disney or something else in the area, she usually avoided Miami at all costs. There was just nothing that really appealed to her there, and the people could be such assholes sometimes. And she lived in New York. She knew assholes.
Author's Note: For some reason I could see Ryan and Maka getting off on the wrong foot. I don't know why.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
She hated Miami.
Every time she had come down here to go to Disney or something else in the area, she usually avoided Miami at all costs. There was just nothing that really appealed to her there, and the people could be such assholes sometimes. And she lived in New York. She knew assholes.
“Just temporary, Maka, until we can get some things sorted out.”
She knew she should have known better than to mouth off to the brass like that, but she couldn’t help herself. The new captain was a chauvinist pig whose hands wandered where and whenever he felt like it. There was no escape from the comments, and it had reached the point where she really wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. The first and last time he groped her was followed by a thorough reaming from her and a well placed knee to the crotch. However, they had been alone, and it was her word against that of a seasoned captain with more medals than an Olympian. It wasn’t even a week before she was packing up her desk and apartment and heading down to Miami.
She glanced up from her desk and she could hear the chatter around her. Most of it was probably about her, and she had gotten used to tuning it out at this point, but this was a reason why she hated being the new girl in the crowd. Especially with the sudden transfer, everyone was talking about her. She seemed to get along with the less gossipy detectives well enough though. She and Frank Tripp seemed to have hit it off, and Calleigh Duquesne, the one CSI she had worked with so far, seemed really sweet. The rest of the CSIs didn’t have names yet, only nicknames based on what she had heard about them from the other detectives. The Player, the Office Whore, the Brownnoser. The last one was the one she was looking forward to the least. Brownnosers not only did everything possible to get the boss to like them, they also tended to stick their nose into everyone else’s business. Which really was the last thing she needed at the moment.
“Detective Maka?” She looked up and the man standing in front of her gave her a smile, “I’m CSI Ryan Wolfe. I wanted to welcome you to Miami.”
“Thanks,” Maka replied, returning the smile before glancing back down to her paper work. Just her luck. The Brownnoser.
“Also we’ve both been called out on a scene, and I figured we could ride out together. Get to know each other better.”
“Sure,” Maka sighed, before picking up her keys from the table, “But I drive.”
***
“So, what brings you down to Miami?” Ryan asked as she drove, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her.
“Personality conflict with the new boss,” she replied shortly.
“So they transferred you all the way out here?”
“It was a pretty big personality conflict,” she replied.
“I see,” Ryan replied, “Is there anything you want to know about the labs, the people you’re going to be working with?”
“I know Calleigh is acting as the head of the lab, but who’s really in charge?”
“Lieutenant Horatio Caine,” Ryan replied, “He’s in Brazil right now tracking down his wife’s killer. Eric Delko, the other CSI on the team? He’s with him.”
Maka picked up on the tinge of distaste in the man’s voice, and smirked, “I take it you and Delko don’t get along.”
“His best friend was shot on the job two years ago, and then I replaced him,” Ryan replied, “Naturally, he doesn’t like me too much. And I’m not so inclined to like him back when he’s shady, late all the time, shoves assignments off on me so he can take care of other things.”
“See, what I heard was that he was running around doing things for his sister, who was sick with cancer,” she said.
“So that’s an excuse to neglect your job?”
“Where I come from, family always comes first,” she replied, “I’m not saying I’d do it myself, but I sympathize.” She hesitated for a minute before continuing, “I also heard that he drove like a crazy man to get you to the hospital when you had a nail sticking out of your eye.”
“You seem to hear more than you let on,” Ryan said, turning to look at her, a slightly accusatory tone in his voice.
Maka didn’t flinch, “People talk. I have ears. I just like to confirm what’s true and what isn’t. So what’s the facts, Wolfe? Personal feelings aside.”
“The facts?” he frowned, “Yes, Delko did get me to the hospital that day. However, it was supposed to have been his scene and he didn’t respond to dispatch, so I was the one who had to go in on my day off.”
Maka was silent after this, processing the information, “That’s the reason why he probably doesn’t lord it over you, does he?”
“Who says he doesn’t?” Ryan frowned, wondering how the woman was so acutely tuned to what was going on in the lab when she had barely even been there a week.
“He probably feels guilty that he got you into that situation in the first place, and that’s why he doesn’t hold the fact that he did what he did for you over your head,” she said, glancing at him briefly before looking back to the road, and pulling back into the spot in front of the crime scene.
“How do you know that?” Ryan said, keeping her in the car, “Maybe he’s just too nice a guy.”
Maka shot him a look, and he returned it in kind, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“You expect me to believe,” she sighed, running her fingers over the steering wheel, “After what you just said to me about how he’s always late, and shady, and unreliable, that he would be too big a guy not to hold the fact that he did what he did for you over your head.”
Ryan blinked at her for a second, realizing she was right, before dropping it and turning to get out of the car. Maka just shook her head with a smirk.
“Didn’t think so.”
Timeline:
I'm using the last season finale as the cut off for the canon for each of the series, except for Miami. For Miami, I'm still using the fact that Horatio and Eric went to Rio. However, this does mean that Grissom/Sara is in there, Brass was shot, Flack was blown up, Marisol is dead, Natalia was exposed as the mole, as was the ADA chick, Aiden's dead, Lindsay's there, there are issues with Louie and...basically everything is in there that came before 301: People with Money, 502: Going Under, and 301: Built to Kill Part 1.
also, it should be noted that i need a title for this series. any suggestions would be most welcome.
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI:NY
Title: Didn't Think So
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Ryan Wolfe and Kaile Maka
coclaim100 Prompt: 024. Lies
Content Warning: Spoilers for season 4 (CSI: Miami) and season 2 (CSI:NY)
Summary: Every time she had come down here to go to Disney or something else in the area, she usually avoided Miami at all costs. There was just nothing that really appealed to her there, and the people could be such assholes sometimes. And she lived in New York. She knew assholes.
Author's Note: For some reason I could see Ryan and Maka getting off on the wrong foot. I don't know why.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
She hated Miami.
Every time she had come down here to go to Disney or something else in the area, she usually avoided Miami at all costs. There was just nothing that really appealed to her there, and the people could be such assholes sometimes. And she lived in New York. She knew assholes.
“Just temporary, Maka, until we can get some things sorted out.”
She knew she should have known better than to mouth off to the brass like that, but she couldn’t help herself. The new captain was a chauvinist pig whose hands wandered where and whenever he felt like it. There was no escape from the comments, and it had reached the point where she really wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. The first and last time he groped her was followed by a thorough reaming from her and a well placed knee to the crotch. However, they had been alone, and it was her word against that of a seasoned captain with more medals than an Olympian. It wasn’t even a week before she was packing up her desk and apartment and heading down to Miami.
She glanced up from her desk and she could hear the chatter around her. Most of it was probably about her, and she had gotten used to tuning it out at this point, but this was a reason why she hated being the new girl in the crowd. Especially with the sudden transfer, everyone was talking about her. She seemed to get along with the less gossipy detectives well enough though. She and Frank Tripp seemed to have hit it off, and Calleigh Duquesne, the one CSI she had worked with so far, seemed really sweet. The rest of the CSIs didn’t have names yet, only nicknames based on what she had heard about them from the other detectives. The Player, the Office Whore, the Brownnoser. The last one was the one she was looking forward to the least. Brownnosers not only did everything possible to get the boss to like them, they also tended to stick their nose into everyone else’s business. Which really was the last thing she needed at the moment.
“Detective Maka?” She looked up and the man standing in front of her gave her a smile, “I’m CSI Ryan Wolfe. I wanted to welcome you to Miami.”
“Thanks,” Maka replied, returning the smile before glancing back down to her paper work. Just her luck. The Brownnoser.
“Also we’ve both been called out on a scene, and I figured we could ride out together. Get to know each other better.”
“Sure,” Maka sighed, before picking up her keys from the table, “But I drive.”
***
“So, what brings you down to Miami?” Ryan asked as she drove, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her.
“Personality conflict with the new boss,” she replied shortly.
“So they transferred you all the way out here?”
“It was a pretty big personality conflict,” she replied.
“I see,” Ryan replied, “Is there anything you want to know about the labs, the people you’re going to be working with?”
“I know Calleigh is acting as the head of the lab, but who’s really in charge?”
“Lieutenant Horatio Caine,” Ryan replied, “He’s in Brazil right now tracking down his wife’s killer. Eric Delko, the other CSI on the team? He’s with him.”
Maka picked up on the tinge of distaste in the man’s voice, and smirked, “I take it you and Delko don’t get along.”
“His best friend was shot on the job two years ago, and then I replaced him,” Ryan replied, “Naturally, he doesn’t like me too much. And I’m not so inclined to like him back when he’s shady, late all the time, shoves assignments off on me so he can take care of other things.”
“See, what I heard was that he was running around doing things for his sister, who was sick with cancer,” she said.
“So that’s an excuse to neglect your job?”
“Where I come from, family always comes first,” she replied, “I’m not saying I’d do it myself, but I sympathize.” She hesitated for a minute before continuing, “I also heard that he drove like a crazy man to get you to the hospital when you had a nail sticking out of your eye.”
“You seem to hear more than you let on,” Ryan said, turning to look at her, a slightly accusatory tone in his voice.
Maka didn’t flinch, “People talk. I have ears. I just like to confirm what’s true and what isn’t. So what’s the facts, Wolfe? Personal feelings aside.”
“The facts?” he frowned, “Yes, Delko did get me to the hospital that day. However, it was supposed to have been his scene and he didn’t respond to dispatch, so I was the one who had to go in on my day off.”
Maka was silent after this, processing the information, “That’s the reason why he probably doesn’t lord it over you, does he?”
“Who says he doesn’t?” Ryan frowned, wondering how the woman was so acutely tuned to what was going on in the lab when she had barely even been there a week.
“He probably feels guilty that he got you into that situation in the first place, and that’s why he doesn’t hold the fact that he did what he did for you over your head,” she said, glancing at him briefly before looking back to the road, and pulling back into the spot in front of the crime scene.
“How do you know that?” Ryan said, keeping her in the car, “Maybe he’s just too nice a guy.”
Maka shot him a look, and he returned it in kind, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“You expect me to believe,” she sighed, running her fingers over the steering wheel, “After what you just said to me about how he’s always late, and shady, and unreliable, that he would be too big a guy not to hold the fact that he did what he did for you over your head.”
Ryan blinked at her for a second, realizing she was right, before dropping it and turning to get out of the car. Maka just shook her head with a smirk.
“Didn’t think so.”