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Title: The Prince and the Annoyance
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan/Valera
Notes: Written for
ships50 ; prompt 14; Bitch Please. This one has spoilers for season six, buyt very small. All you need to know is who Samantha is. The really annoying A/V tech who flirts with Ryan which is not acceptable by Maxine. XD
If Valera’s glare could kill a person, Samantha would be a goner. Valera stood; her shoulder back, her feet apart, and the largest scowl on her face ever to be seen. She tapped her foot with force, biting her lip - almost enough to make it bleed - and crossed her arms. Her eyes narrowed at the scene unfolding in front of her.
Ryan stood in front of the large and advanced screen. His eyes were focused on the research, or whatever the hell he was doing, Valera couldn’t be sure. Unlike Ryan, Samantha seemed very absorbed in him, and apparently he didn’t notice, or he simply just didn’t care. She was leaning into him, touching his arm ever so lightly. He asked her a question; she tensed slightly, but then went back to her idiotic and obvious flirting. He rolled his eyes. Oh, if only Valera knew what they were speaking of. Apparently, Ryan got fed up with whatever Samantha was talking about and abruptly left. Samantha looked after him and spotted Valera, and when she did, she glared almost as hard as Valera did.
Valera walked off, or waddled, as Eric liked to tease her, following her idiot husband to see what had caused his aggravation, and for her own pleasure, of course.
She found him in her lab, of all places; he was pacing and running a hand over his face. She walked over to him carefully, noting he seemed a bit distressed.
“Ryan?”
He turned, a little bit too quickly for Valera’s liking, and stared. Just. Stared.
He cleared his throat and spoke, his voice strangely even. “Maxine.”
“Everything okay?” she asked tightly.
He nodded. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. He gulped. She walked over to him, staring at him with a look that simply said, “You better tell me now before I kick your ass.”
He knew that look; oh boy did he know that look. Many times did she give him that look, and he always, always folded.
“I - I don’t want you to get upset Max.”
She nodded, clicked her tongue and tapped her foot. Ryan was definitely not getting out of this one.
“It’s about Samantha, isn’t it? I knew there was something bimbo-ish about her!”
He averted his gaze and she knew she had caught him. Right on the money.
“Listen Max; just don’t do anything you’ll regret okay? Please.”
She laughed mercifully, resting a hand on her stomach.
“Oh, she’s going to regret ever even laying an eye on you!”
Ryan stepped forward, grabbing her hands. “Max. Please. It was nothing and I took care of it. Just, why don’t you go sit down? I don’t you getting all worked up, okay?”
She glared at him. She sometimes hated her predicament and the man who got her into it. He was always getting worked up about the smallest things.
“I’m fine Ryan. The kid is fine. Now shut up and stop being a girl.”
He sighed, and got this wounded puppy dog look on his face. She merely rolled her eyes.
“Now. If you’ll excuse me I have some business to take care of.”
She walked - waddled - out of her lab, leaving Ryan alone and wounded. She made her way to the A/V lab, a hard look on her face. When she arrived, Samantha was still at her station, looking a bit morose and somewhat annoyed.
“Hey you!” Samantha turned around at the sound of Valera’s voice.
She sighed. The sight of the pretty - and very pregnant - DNA tech making her feel very strange. She’d heard things about Valera, that she was crazy, were most of the remarks. So how could this crazy DNA tech manage to snag a fox like Ryan Wolfe? The thought always managed to render Samantha clueless. She’d thought that maybe he’d gotten her pregnant and did the gentlemanly thing of marrying her. But, that idea was quickly diminished when she learned they had gotten married two years earlier.
“Can I help you Maxine?” she said, faking sweet.
Valera scoffed. “Bitch please; don’t even think you have the right to call me Maxine. Nobody calls me Maxine besides Ryan and my mother so drop that idea of your thick scull right now.”
Samantha widened her eyes and recoiled as Valera walked toward her slowly and menacingly.
“And don’t even think about even talking to Ryan anymore, do you understand? I wont have him coming to me looking like he just put on a pair of unmatched socks. And don’t even thi-“
Valera stopped. Her eyes widened, so wide that Samantha thought they might pop out of their sockets right then and there.
“Oh my.”
“What ‘oh my’?”
But when she looked down, at the small amount of water, she herself widened her eyes as well.
“Oh. That ‘oh my’.”
“Shit.”
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Pairing: Ryan/Valera
Notes: Written for
ships50 ; prompt 14; Bitch Please. This one has spoilers for season six, buyt very small. All you need to know is who Samantha is. The really annoying A/V tech who flirts with Ryan which is not acceptable by Maxine. XD
If Valera’s glare could kill a person, Samantha would be a goner. Valera stood; her shoulder back, her feet apart, and the largest scowl on her face ever to be seen. She tapped her foot with force, biting her lip - almost enough to make it bleed - and crossed her arms. Her eyes narrowed at the scene unfolding in front of her.
Ryan stood in front of the large and advanced screen. His eyes were focused on the research, or whatever the hell he was doing, Valera couldn’t be sure. Unlike Ryan, Samantha seemed very absorbed in him, and apparently he didn’t notice, or he simply just didn’t care. She was leaning into him, touching his arm ever so lightly. He asked her a question; she tensed slightly, but then went back to her idiotic and obvious flirting. He rolled his eyes. Oh, if only Valera knew what they were speaking of. Apparently, Ryan got fed up with whatever Samantha was talking about and abruptly left. Samantha looked after him and spotted Valera, and when she did, she glared almost as hard as Valera did.
Valera walked off, or waddled, as Eric liked to tease her, following her idiot husband to see what had caused his aggravation, and for her own pleasure, of course.
She found him in her lab, of all places; he was pacing and running a hand over his face. She walked over to him carefully, noting he seemed a bit distressed.
“Ryan?”
He turned, a little bit too quickly for Valera’s liking, and stared. Just. Stared.
He cleared his throat and spoke, his voice strangely even. “Maxine.”
“Everything okay?” she asked tightly.
He nodded. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. He gulped. She walked over to him, staring at him with a look that simply said, “You better tell me now before I kick your ass.”
He knew that look; oh boy did he know that look. Many times did she give him that look, and he always, always folded.
“I - I don’t want you to get upset Max.”
She nodded, clicked her tongue and tapped her foot. Ryan was definitely not getting out of this one.
“It’s about Samantha, isn’t it? I knew there was something bimbo-ish about her!”
He averted his gaze and she knew she had caught him. Right on the money.
“Listen Max; just don’t do anything you’ll regret okay? Please.”
She laughed mercifully, resting a hand on her stomach.
“Oh, she’s going to regret ever even laying an eye on you!”
Ryan stepped forward, grabbing her hands. “Max. Please. It was nothing and I took care of it. Just, why don’t you go sit down? I don’t you getting all worked up, okay?”
She glared at him. She sometimes hated her predicament and the man who got her into it. He was always getting worked up about the smallest things.
“I’m fine Ryan. The kid is fine. Now shut up and stop being a girl.”
He sighed, and got this wounded puppy dog look on his face. She merely rolled her eyes.
“Now. If you’ll excuse me I have some business to take care of.”
She walked - waddled - out of her lab, leaving Ryan alone and wounded. She made her way to the A/V lab, a hard look on her face. When she arrived, Samantha was still at her station, looking a bit morose and somewhat annoyed.
“Hey you!” Samantha turned around at the sound of Valera’s voice.
She sighed. The sight of the pretty - and very pregnant - DNA tech making her feel very strange. She’d heard things about Valera, that she was crazy, were most of the remarks. So how could this crazy DNA tech manage to snag a fox like Ryan Wolfe? The thought always managed to render Samantha clueless. She’d thought that maybe he’d gotten her pregnant and did the gentlemanly thing of marrying her. But, that idea was quickly diminished when she learned they had gotten married two years earlier.
“Can I help you Maxine?” she said, faking sweet.
Valera scoffed. “Bitch please; don’t even think you have the right to call me Maxine. Nobody calls me Maxine besides Ryan and my mother so drop that idea of your thick scull right now.”
Samantha widened her eyes and recoiled as Valera walked toward her slowly and menacingly.
“And don’t even think about even talking to Ryan anymore, do you understand? I wont have him coming to me looking like he just put on a pair of unmatched socks. And don’t even thi-“
Valera stopped. Her eyes widened, so wide that Samantha thought they might pop out of their sockets right then and there.
“Oh my.”
“What ‘oh my’?”
But when she looked down, at the small amount of water, she herself widened her eyes as well.
“Oh. That ‘oh my’.”
“Shit.”