"Wolfe!" Eric yelled down the hallway, looking for the younger man angrily. He found him in the DNA lab, pouring over clothing from their most recent case. He was so focused on analyzing the clothing he didn't notice Eric come in until he was slammed against the wall. Normally, this would've pissed Ryan off to no end but right now he was struggling to keep his breathing under control.
"Wh...what do you want, Delko," Ryan stammered out, his heart beating out of his chest.
"You know damn well what I want, Wolfe! I want you and your arrogant ass to stop taking credit for things you didn't do!" Ryan looked between the Cuban and the evidence sitting on his lab table nervously, trying to fight the blush that was slowly creeping up onto his cheeks under the taller man's scrutinizing gaze. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last like this; being so close to Eric just made him want to kiss the older man so much more, even if Eric was mad at him. Luckily for him, Calleigh chose that moment to walk in.
"That's enough, you too," Calleigh snapped, releasing Eric's tight grip on Ryan, "Eric, c'mon. We have a crime scene to revisit." Ryan was almost relieved that they were leaving until he caught a glimpse of the devious twinkle in Calleigh's eyes. Eric, however, was clueless and followed Calleigh out of the lab.
As they were halfway out the door, Calleigh turned back to Ryan and smirked, "Ryan, Alexx needs you in the morgue."
Great, Ryan groaned, more dead bodies. He sighed, resealing the evidence bag, and headed down to the morgue to see what Alexx needed. As he entered the morgue, he felt a shiver run through his body, making him cringe.
The older woman appeared before him, grinning at him in amusement, "Hello, baby. I have a tissue sample for you to analyze," she looked around quickly and frowned, muttering something to herself, "First, I need you to go get me some gloves. Seems I've misplaced mine. The gloves are in the storage closet. When you come back, I'll get you that tissue sample." Ryan smiled at the coroner and headed to the storage closet to grab the gloves for her.
Eric trudged over to the storage closet in annoyance. Stupid Calleigh was always interrupting him and Ryan. He huffed and threw open the door to the closet, looking for the gloves Calleigh claimed she so desperately needed, even though he could've sworn she just opened a new box that morning. As soon as he walked into the storage closet, Eric heard the door lock behind him. Ryan, who had been trying to reach the gloves when he heard the door slam shut, let out a panicked yelp and spun around, only to be faced with a pair of amused brown eyes.
"Calleigh," he muttered, trying not to let Eric see him panic.
"You'll thank me for this later," came the southern belle's amused response, "I'm not letting you out until you kiss and make up so get to it." At the word kiss, Ryan felt the blood draining out of his face and his heart begin to race. Eric-Delko, he reminded himself-is straight. 100% straight. But that still didn't seem to help calm his nerves. He didn't dare look at the tall Cuban, who was now leaning against the shelf across from him, smirking like a Cheshire Cat, instead settling for glaring at the floor. Thanks for nothing, Calleigh, Ryan thought as he began what he imagined would be a very long staring contest with the floor.
Thank you, Calleigh! For once, the blonde did something to Eric's advantage. Eric grinned, watching Ryan fiddle with the ends of his shirt as he stared at the floor. Over the past few weeks, he noticed Ryan doing that whenever they were together. Calleigh so kindly pointed out that it was a nervous habit of his. Does that mean I make Ryan nervous? Only one way to find out.
"Wolfe," Ryan looked up at him with wide green eyes, a hint of fear flashing through them, "do I make you nervous?"
Eric took a bold step forward and Ryan took a step back, trying to keep the space between them. He couldn't get away from Eric fast enough; his heart pounded in his chest as Eric continued to step closer to him. He felt his back press against the cool metal of the storage racks and gulped. No place to run. He looked back up at the Cuban in horror as Eric pinned him down with his arms.
Ryan saw a smirk grace Eric's face and braced himself for the inevitable, "So, do I?" The words came out as more of a predatory growl than anything else and Ryan found himself staring wide-eyed into dark, lust filled brown eyes.
"Er-Eric," he stuttered out, kicking himself for sounding like such a girl, "Eric, what are you doing?" Eric ignored Ryan's questions, settling for planting a soft kiss on his unexpecting lips instead. Boy, did that shut him up! At first, Ryan tensed up and didn't move but after a while he loosened up, kissing back with just as much force and passion as Eric. Finally, when both of them realized they needed to breathe, they pulled apart.
Ryan bit his lip to keep in a very girly giggle in, "Um Delko-" Eric snorted and Ryan blushed.
"We just made out and you're still calling me Delko." Ryan felt his cheeks turn pink as Eric raised an eyebrow at him.
Alexx walked in looking less than impressed to find the boys in the closet, "Where have you two been? Eric, H has been going crazy looking for you and Ryan, I have been waiting for you to come back with my gloves," Ryan glanced down at the floor, clearly embarrassed, as Eric walked out of the room. He didn't even bother to say goodbye to Ryan as he left. What did the kiss mean? Ryan groaned, feeling a headache forming as he followed Alexx back to the morgue.
Summary: Eric and Ryan are constantly at each other's throat and the lab is sick of it. So Calleigh devises a plan to get them to end the bickering once and for all.