Title: Collision

Author: Shannon/Raindrops on Roses

Rating: K
Category: General, Drabble

Spoilers: Meltdown

Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. And if you think they do, then... where have you been?


She needed to get out. It was suffocating, this building.

She needed out of the plain, ordinary workday clothes that screamed "Vivian Blackadder" and back into Abby Sciuto's lab coat. She needed to be surrounded by chemicals and computers.

She smiled at the Marine who held the door open for her. He gazed forward emotionlessly. She sighed and yanked the black-framed glasses from her face.

And yelped as her butt hit the hard concrete.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I should've been watching where I was going." A large hand appeared before her dazed eyes. She accepted it, and rose to her feet.

"It's all good. I was kinda distracted myself. No harm done." She looked up and further up.

Okay, those stars on the man's shoulders? So not a good sign.

The Marine was looking at her in horror. Well, not so much at her as at the brown-eyed admiral, who was looking at her in concern. "You're sure you're all right?"

"Yup. Fine. Just a little ego-bruising." He had a nice smile, for Navy brass.

"Have a good afternoon, ma'am."

"Um, yeah. You too!"

Wow. He was definitely not her type, but... damn.

She found herself humming 'Anchors Aweigh' at odd moments for the rest of the afternoon.

End.