Author: Ragna (afteriwake)
occhallenge Prompt: Dance
Disclaimer: If it's a character recognizeable from CSI: Miami or CSI: NY, they are belonging to Jerry Bruckheimer, Anthony Zuicker, et. al. If you do not recognize the character from either series, they are mine.
"Why are we waiting here while our significant others are elsewhere?" Ryan asked.
"They want to surprise us," Flack said. "I just want to know why you're waiting here with us, Mac."
"I'm supposed to escort three women in," he said with a smile. "So that I look more important than the rest of you."
Hawkes laughed and Ryan started to grin. "That's a good reason," Hawkes said.
"Where did they all go, anyway?" Flack asked.
"Garrett's place," Hawkes said. "Their dresses were there and they were going to commandeer his bathroom to do their hair and make-up. At least that's what Stella told me when I called her."
"She wouldn't lie to you, not about looking like a girl," Flack said with a smirk. "So it's safe to say they're getting prettied up."
"I wish they'd hurry up...it's kind of cold," Ryan said.
"Wuss," Flack said under his breath.
"I'm from Miami. Keep that in mind."
Flack opened his mouth to respond when a limo pulled up and Garrett climbed out. "Okay, so I've been given an order of who's coming out first. So...here's Susan."
Susan stepped out of the limo, her blond hair curled and piled on top of her head. Her dress was a sapphire blue halter with a loose skirt that trailed to her knees.
"Wow. Remind me to talk to Carl about getting you more things from his line," Flack said, going up to her and offering her his arm.
"All right, Lindsay's next," Garrett said, and Flack and Susan stepped out of the way so Ryan could get a clear view. Lindsay got out, wearing a floor length black dress with an empire waist, cut very close to her body. Her hair was curled and hanging around her shoulders, but it was highlighted more.
"You look beautiful, Ryan said, moving over towards her. Lindsay grinned and kissed him on the cheek.
"Okay, Stella's up next."
"No drooling over my dress!" Stella said from the back seat, which caused the women still inside to giggle. She slid out and all of the men stared at the dark red dress she was wearing, floor length and sculpted to her body until it got to her hips before flaring out at the bottom. "You like?" she asked Hawkes, turning around in it.
"Very much, he said with a nod."
"Okay. The three beauties that are on their own tonight: Rebecca, Jessica and Christina."
Rebecca got out first, wearing a simple dark green cocktail dress with a black sash under the empire waist. Her hair was pulled back in a chignon with a few stray tendrils near her face. Angell came out with a floor length gauzy number in various shades of blue. Her hair had been straightened and partially pulled back away from her face. And Christina got out, wearing an ankle length cream colored dress with gold accents. The biggest change for her, however, was that her hair had much more red in it, along with some blonde highlights, and that it was pulled back into a low bun.
"You are one incredibly lucky man," Flack said to Mac.
"Yeah, I know."
"And, finally, here's Kaile."
Everyone moved out of the way as Maka stepped out, her dress a short burgundy halter dress with a keyhole top.
"Okay, who made that?" Hawkes asked.
"Carl, actually," Maka said with a smile. "He'd borrowed my measurements to make a dress to show off and he decided to let me wear it here instead of using it in his collection. Less alterations that way, he said."
"So how many of you are wearing Carl's designs?" Ryan asked.
Angell, Christina, Susan, Maka and Rebecca raised their hands. "He had two left over that only needed a few alterations," Rebecca said. "But I really liked this one."
"It looks very good on you," Mac said with a nod.
"Thank you," she said, giving him a warm smile. "Rachel's got the other one."
"So, let's get inside," Ryan said.
"You are such a wuss. And yeah, I know, you're from Miami," Flack said with a grin.
"I was going to say, before you cut me off, that I'd like to dance with my wife soon."
"Wait a second...where are Rachel and Marty?" Hawkes asked.
"Robert had a hard time at school today," Stella said. "They're comforting him before they show up."
"Speaking of kids," Christina said, "all the children are at our place, and the babysitter knows she'll probably have four sets of parents checking in on them."
"Well...let's go in," Mac said. "Ryan's right. It is a little cold out here, and these women have on less warm clothing than we do."
"Thank you," Susan said. "I'd love to get inside."
"Told you so," Ryan muttered to Flack as he walked by him. Flack's only response was a wide grin.
"Rachel!" Maka said with a grin.
"Took a lot less time than we'd thought it would," she said, moving over to the group with Marty behind her.
Rachel turned, her knee length white dress twirling out around her before settling around her again. "Yes?"
The woman smiled at the group. "I was wondering if you'd like your picture taken for the society page, Mr. Masterson. You and your friends."
"Guys, it's up to you," Garrett replied.
"Why not?" Stella said. "Probably the only chance I'll ever get to be on the society pages."
The others grouped around Garrett and Maka, fanning out to their sides. The woman took a few steps back and snapped a picture. "Before you guys move I need names, from left to right."
"I'm Detective Donald Flack, Jr and this is Susan Romero."
"I'm Detective Lindsay Wolfe and this is my husband Detective Ryan Wolfe. And that's Wolfe with an e at the end."
"I'm Dr. Marty Pino and this is my wife Detective Rachel Pino."
"I know you know who we are," Garrett said, indicating Maka. "But my wife's first name is spelled K-a-i-l-e. Someone mispelled it last time."
"I'm Detective Rebecca Connelly-Barnwell. Hyphen between Connelly and Barnwell, and two ls in Connelly."
"I'm Detective Jessica Angell. Two ls at the end."
"I'm Detective Mac Taylor."
"I'm..." Christina paused. "Detective Christina Jensen-Messer. Hyphen between Jensen and Messer."
"You almost said doctor, didn't you?" Mac said with a grin.
"Yeah," Christina said with a laugh.
"I'm Dr. Sheldon Hawkes. With an e."
"And I'm Detective Stella Bonasera. B-o-n-a-s-e-r-a."
"That's an impressive group, Mr. Masterson," the photographer said with a smile. "And a rather well dressed one."
"Most of our dresses are Carl Levin originals," Angell said. "He'll be having a show at Fashion Week, introducing a formal wear line."
"I cover fashion, too. I'll have to check that out. Which dresses are his?" Angell, Christina, Susan, Maka, Rebecca and Rachel raised their hands, stepping forward a bit. "Those really are beautiful dresses. I'll make a note of it when we run the society pages article, under your picture."
"I'll let him know," Angell said with a smile. The woman turned away and the group made their way to the table.
"Does this happen to you often?" Rachel asked Maka.
Maka nodded. "Just about any time I go to a formal event."
"That must be weird." She reached for her purse and pulled out a disposable camera. "I figured we should have some pictures to commemorate this occasion," she said with a grin. "As long as there's at least one picture of me and Marty, I don't care who the rest of the pictures are of."
"Let's get that one out of the way," Stella said, scooping up the camera, moving out of the way so Ryan and Lindsay could move to the dance floor. She snapped off a picture. "Okay, can I get someone to get a picture of me and Sheldon?"
Maka nodded, taking the camera from her. "Stand and pose."
They did as they were told, passing the camera around as each couple had their picture taken, and then one of the four who had come alone. "Where's Ryan and Lindsay?" Rachel asked when they were done.
"Over there," Flack said, pointing to the far side of the dance floor.
"We can get one of them later." She turned to Marty. "Let's follow their lead." He took her hand and they moved out onto the floor, beginning to dance with the other people on the floor.
Stella watched them for a moment. "Sheldon, I want to make sure I get one dance with Mac before he decides to leave. Is that okay?"
Hawkes nodded. "By all means." Then he turned to Christina. "Would you like a dance?"
"I'd love one," Christina said with a smile, standing up and taking the hand he offered her.
"All right Mac. I get my dance now," Stella said, standing up and looking at him.
"You can see what she puts me through," Mac said with a wry grin to Rebecca.
"I get one later, right?" she asked, and Mac nodded.
"Well, I think I'll get my dancing over with early," Flack said, standing up and turning to Susan.
"Oh, you're going to be dancing with me more than once," she replied. "Get used to the idea."
Flack shook his head. "Yes ma'am."
She smacked at his shoulder lightly. "Come on." Flack slid his arm around her waist as they headed to the floor.
"You two aren't going to dance?" Angell asked Maka and Garrett.
Garrett shook his head. "Not right now. Later, though."
Everyone's attention shifted to the dance floor and the couples on it, the conversation dropping into silence. After a little while, everyone at the table drifted off, so when Marty and Rachel came back it was empty.
"You aren't much of a dancer," Rachel joked. "But I still had fun."
"Yeah? So did I." He leaned back in the chair slightly and looked at her. "I think this is going to be a good evening for us."
"Yeah. We're out acting like grown-ups."
Marty nodded, and then leaned forward. "I think that someone would like a dance with you," he said.
Rachel turned her head and grinned. "Jake! I didn't think you'd be here."
"I felt good enough," he said with a nod. "Figured it might be worth it."
Rachel got out of her seat. "You look so much better than the last time I saw you," she said, giving him a hug.
"I feel better, too," he replied, hugging her back. "But your husband's right. I would like a dance."
"Hi, I'm Marty Pino," Marty said, reaching over to shake Marjorie's hand.
"I'm Marjorie McCallahan," she said with a smile. "We're getting ignored by them, aren't we?"
"Probably. Would you like a dance?"
"I'd love one."
Rachel and McCallahan watched the exchange. "Oh, we just fucked up the whole introduction thing, didn't we?" she muttered as their significant others went to the dance floor.
"Apparently," he said with a grin. "Am I getting that dance now?"
"Absolutely." He led her out to the dance floor and began to dance with her.
"It feels weird doing this. We never danced together the whole time we were together."
"I'm just surprised I don't have two left feet."
She laughed and rested her head on his shoulder. "How are you, really?"
"Slower than I used to be. And there's still the occasional pain. But I'm okay. Honest." He was quiet for a minute. "You look beautiful."
"You clean up pretty well yourself," she said with a smile. The two of them stayed quiet a while. "This is nice," she finally said.
"Yeah, it is," he replied.
"You're a better dancer than my husband," she said with a smirk. "But don't tell him that."
"Lips are sealed." He looked over her head. "They seem to be enjoying themselves, though."
"That's good." She shut her eyes for a moment and then opened them when she heard the camera take a picture. "The fuck?" she said, lifting her head up.
"I had to," Maka said.
"Go away, Maka," she said. Maka nodded and backed away. Rachel didn't lower her head against his shoulder again, though. "You know what I noticed?"
"My husband's not jealous of you anymore." She paused. "He isn't looking over here all jealously, is he?"
"No, he's making my wife blush, actually," McCallahan said with a grin. "It's kind of cute. And you know I don't use that word often."
Rachel shifted and looked at them. "We got really lucky, didn't we?" she said quietly.
"Yeah, we did." Rachel turned back to him as the song ended. "I think it's time we go get them back."
She nodded, and then leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly. "Thanks for the dance."
"Thank you too," he replied quietly with a smile.
"Come on," she replied. "Let's talk. All four of us. No one's at the table right now. You game?"