Harley

Summary: There's just something about a man on a motorcycle.

Disclaimer: Don't own CSI. Sad, I know.

Wendy Simms walked out of the back door of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department between Archie Kao and David Hodges arguing about, of all things, Abby Sciuto's lab from the television show NCIS.

Archie bound ahead of the other two lab technicians and spun on his heel and began walking backwards, his arms moving animatedly the whole time.

"Oh, come on guys, imagine if we had tech like that."

"Archie, you gotta have money first. That's what's so great about TV, unlimited funds. You know the department's broke. We're lucky they buy us pipettes." Wendy rolled her eyes at Archie's over-enthusiasm about the fictional lab.

"Be honest Simms. We're lucky they pay us, they're so broke." Hodges rebutted, rifling through his pockets.

Archie threw his hands in the air with a groan. "You guys are so cynical…Hey! Where're you going Wendy?"

The brunette had turned left at the end of the sidewalk while the other tow went right, towards the parking lot.

She shrugged on her jacket and made a face. "My car's in the shop…But that's what bus passes are for."

"You want a lift home?"

"Thanks Archie, but don't you live on the other end of town?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

She waved off his offer. "Don't waste your gas on me. And don't worry."

"If you're sure…"

Wendy tapped her watch face. "Didn't you say you had a date in an hour?"

"Shit, yeah! Later Wendy."

She waved at his rapidly receding back and then sighed as she leaned against the clear Plexiglas bus pavilion. She glanced at her watch. If the bus was running on time it should be there in five minutes. Wendy shook her head. Yeah, like that was going to happen.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she nearly jumped out of her skin when a motorcycle roared up to the curb. The rider held out a spare helmet and nodded his head as to say, "Hop on."

Wendy raised a brow at the forwardness of the biker as she eyeballed his ride. He sat astride a cobalt blue Harley Davidson Sportster with chrome trim that shined in the early morning light. He flipped his visor up with a gloved hand and she saw his eyes were the same startling blue as the bike.

"So, you getting on or not, Simms? That is, if you're done checking me out." Hodges muffled voice came from inside the helmet.

She hesitated for no more than a second before taking the proffered helmet, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Once she was seated behind him and her helmet in place, he gunned the engine and took off. She watched as Vegas sped by in a blur of neon and the cool morning air nipped at her ankles.

"Geeky David Hodges with a Harley. Who'd a thought?" Wendy mumbled to herself.

"Yeah, kinda surprised me too." Hodges voice said in her ear.

She started at the sound and let go of his jacket. In one smooth move he let go of the throttle, reached behind to wrap her arms snugly around his chest, reached back forward for the clutch, shifted gears and they shot through traffic.

"Better hold on tight, I don't think you wanna be eating asphalt." She could hear the grin in his voice.

"There's a two-way headset in the helmet." Wendy deadpanned.

"Handy, isn't it? Hooks up to my iPod, too."

"You coulda warned me before I stuck my foot in my mouth."

"Where's the fun in that? So, you gonna give me an address?"

"Oh, 354 North Lotus."

"Little outta the way, don't you think? I mean, that's almost the edge of town."

He felt her shrug behind him, her chest rising and falling against his back. "It was affordable."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. You're actually not that far from my apartment."

Wendy almost commented that she already knew where he lived, but thought better of it. She'd known where his new apartment was the week after he got it. Not that she was stalking him or anything, but she'd gone of a run one morning and just happened to see him at his mailbox. She then ducked behind a nearby truck so he wouldn't see her. A second later she banged her head on the door panel for acting like the creepy stalker she wasn't, thereby setting off said truck's car alarm. She took off like a shot, pray to whoever was up there that Hodges didn't see her acting like an idiot. Not that she cared what he thought about her…

She shook her head, derailing that particular train of thought. "Um, when'd you get the bike?"

"About a month ago."

"So, does this mean you've got a little bad boy in you?"

He shrugged. "Either that or I'm going through a mid-life crisis. Haven't decided which yet."

She couldn't help when a giggle bubbled up and he laughed along with her, enjoying the easy repartee. Hodges could've gotten her home quicker by going through town, even with the morning rush hour but he was lax to have the ride end so soon.

"You in a hurry to get home Simms?"

"Not really. Why?"

"I feel like taking the scenic route."

Wendy didn't say no. So, at the next light Hodges turned and headed for the outskirts of town. They enjoyed riding the backroads, the desert opening before them, beckoning them to just keep going and leave Vegas behind.

After about an hour Wendy tapped his thigh. "We should probably head back."

With the headset it seemed as if she were whispering intimately in Hodges' ear. He swallowed hard and let out an unsteady breath.

"Um, yeah. I guess I should be getting you home. Someone waiting for you?"

She shook her head. "No, just Maggie."

"Maggie your roommate?"

"You could say that."

"She cute?"

"Depends. You like platinum blondes?"

"I plead the fifth."

She giggled and they rode the rest of the way to her apartment in a comfortable silence. He parked outside the old brick building and she hopped off. She took off the borrowed helmet and shook out her hair.

"Breakfast?"

The question took Hodges by surprise.

"I mean, it's the least I can do since you brought me home."

He flipped off the ignition and pulled his helmet off. "You're going to make me breakfast? Should I be worried Simms?"

"Well, I need someone to test my cooking, make sure I don't put too much arsenic in." She threw back over her shoulder as she sauntered up the walk.

He propped the bike on its kickstand and followed her up, immensely enjoying the view. Standing behind her while she unlocked the door, Hodges didn't know what to do or say, not exactly being the social type. So, he stood with his hands in his pockets and checked out her apartment while she moved around the kitchen.

It was a small apartment, but with a warm homey feel. The kitchen and living room were actually one room divided by a breakfast nook and a floor-to-ceiling bookcase filled with novels of every genre. An overstuffed armchair sat in a nearby corner, half a dozen books piled on the floor next to it. A long, cream colored couch spanned one wall, covered with colorful throws and pillows and a flat screen TV hung on the opposite wall between two closed doors he assumed were a bedroom and bath. A fluffy white cat rubbed his ankles and reached down to scratch between its ears. After a few seconds it nipped at his finger and stalked away with swish of its tail.

"Ow! Your cat just bit me."

"I see you met Margaret."

"Ah, the platinum blonde Maggie. You know, it's funny, I have a cat named Hawkeye…"

"Before you ask, yes, I named Maggie after Major Margaret Houlihan. It's one of my all-time favorite TV shows."

"Well, I own all eleven seasons, Director's Cut, of MASH." Hodges began to brag.

"And I have the Special Edition first season with the ultra secret missing bloopers." Wendy topped his brag.

He considered her for a moment. "You're AstroGirl? I've been trying to get that off eBay for the last four weeks and then you just show up and outbid me."

Wendy put two plates on the breakfast nook and gave him an exasperated look. "Oh, stop whining and eat your eggs."

He eyed the plate heaped with fluffy eggs, bacon, and toast. "You're sure it's safe to eat?"

Her response was to flick a bit of egg at him with her fork. He picked up his own utensil and shook it warningly at her before sitting down and digging into his own food.

"Be careful Simms. Turnabout's fair play."

She grinned mischievously at him and took another bite.

They sat and conversed over breakfast, mostly shop talk, for well over and hour but they eventually came back to the bid war.

"Spanky42; where do you come up with a name like that?" Wendy twirled a piece of bacon absently.

"Spanky was an unfortunate childhood nickname that stuck."

"And the 42?"

"The answer to life, the universe, and everything."

She gave him a bemused look.

"Douglas Adams…Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."

"And yet again you've proven your ultimate geekiness to me Hodges.'

He shrugged and glanced at the clock. "I gotta get home. Hawkeye's gonna be cranky if I don't feed him soon."

Wendy dumped the dishes in the sink and followed him to the door. "Thanks again for the lift home."

"No problem. Thanks for breakfast…it was edible."

She smacked his shoulder playfully. He fiddled with his helmet for a minute and looked nervous.

"I was wondering, next week, a few friends of mine are having a get-together and maybe you'd like to, you know, come with."

"What, you're in a biker gang too?" She toyed with the lapels of his leather jacket, a coy grin on her face. "Hodges you are a bad boy."

He blushed. "I wouldn't really call it a biker gang…"

She patted his chest reassuringly. "Sounds like fun. When and where?"

"Next Friday, about five, we're going to head up to the lake."

"Pick me up at four and we'll grab an early dinner."

"Sounds good."

Wendy leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Then it's a date."

Hodges bent down and kissed her lips lightly. "Definitely a date."

A.N: Keep going?