Disclaimer: This story is PURELY FICTION.  The events here have never taken place as far as I know.  I am making no money off of this work and it is made for the sole purpose of entertainment.  No insult or injury is intended by the use of the persona represented within.

Author's Note: A little background to give you the setting...This is all taking place at Warner Brothers Studios where DCS is taped.  Specifically in one of the rooms where the writers will sit around throwing ideas around and where they do dry runs of the script and so on.  I'm taking some creative license here in that Ryan is not married and never has been.  I didn't want to have him cheat on his family or kill Pat off or anything so this is just going to be taking place in an
alternate universe.  It's also mostly written from the character's
point of views.  That said, let's begin...

Rating: PG-13, maybe bordering on R

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I know she just walked into the room without even looking up.  That perfume...it's been driving me crazy for the past six months.  Yep.  It's her.  She's standing by the coffee machine pouring herself a cup.   Man, she's got legs up to her neck and that mouth of hers...Oh, God, she just licked her lips before taking a sip.  I think I'm gonna
lose my mind.  I'd better stop staring before she catches me.
     "Oh, hi, Ryan."
     Shit.  Too late.
     "Hi."
     Crap.  That's probably the third time she's caught me in the past two days. I've really gotta get a handle on myself.  It's just not gonna work.  It'd be a conflict of interest, a writer together with an actor from the same show.  "Never fish off the company pier", that's what they say.  You know what *I* say?  I say it fucking sucks.  Who the hell made that up anyway? Obviously no one who's ever been attracted to a co-worker.   All right, Ryan, concentrate.  Go over this script one more time.

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     I knew he'd be in here.  I don't know why I continually torture myself.  Look at him...sitting in that chair, legs stretched out in front of him, staring at that script and not even aware I'm in the room.  I need coffee.  Maybe it'll clear my head.  It's half impossible for me to sit through one of these things anymore.  I'm constantly distracted.  My mind wanders.  Mmm...this coffee smells good...tastes good too.  He's watching me.
     "Oh, hi, Ryan."
     Staring, actually.
     "Hi."
     I've caught him doing that a few times the past couple of days. 
What the hell does it mean?  I hadn't even fathomed that he might
be interested until just recently.  He's staring at that script again.  I'm half tempted to just rip the thing out of his hand and throw myself at him.  Except that would be completely insane.  Not to mention if someone happened to walk in at the wrong time...Huh...That'd actually be a little funny.  Someone walks in and finds me all over Ryan, his arms flailing in the air and yelling "Get this crazy bitch off me!" 
     "Were you just laughing about something?"
     Oops.  I guess I was.
     "Yeah, sorry.  Just getting lost in my thoughts."
     What's he thinking when he cocks his head to one side like that?  And is that a grin I see him trying to hold back?
     "Care to share?"
     Share?!  Hell, no, I'm not gonna share!
     "It was nothing."
     Well, that earned me a shoulder shrug.  And back to the script.

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     Great.  I've read the same line over about ten times and I have no idea what it said.  I can't concentrate.  I've gotta do something before...before...well, I don't know.  Before I do something unpredictable.  Is she watching me?  I'm afraid to look.  She's definitely laughing to herself about something. 
     "Were you laughing about something?"
     Probably me.
     "Yeah, sorry.  Just getting lost in my thoughts."
     Well that certainly sounds intriguing. 
     "Care to share?"
     Yeah, right.  I'm sure she'll just open right up to me.
     "It was nothing."
     I figured I'd get an answer like that.  I suppose I should keep pretending to read this script.  What was she thinking?  Was it about me?  I'm just being paranoid now.  Or wishful.  I'm sure she was looking at me when she started laughing.  Oh, God!  What if there's something hanging out of my nose?  Maybe there's food on my face!  How do I check without being obvious?  Wait, she's probably not even looking at me.  Ok, I'm wrong.  She is.  Great.  Normally I'd be happy about it but in this case...All right, I'll just have to do a quick check.  Nothing on that side.  Nothing there.  A quick swipe under the nose...nothing.  So what's she looking at?  Doesn't matter.  She's not looking anymore.  But she *is* bending over the table. Good Lord, if I died right now I'd die a happy man.  God bless America!  Oops.  Almost caught.  I think I'll get some coffee.
     "Coffee still taste fresh?"
     What a stupid question.  You'd think I could come up with something better than that.
     "Yes.  It's very hot."
     Yes, it is.  *Very* hot.
     "Thanks.  I wouldn't want to burn something."
     I wouldn't want to burn something?  I should stop talking now.

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     He's been staring at the same page of that script for some time now.  I wonder if he's even reading it?  I wonder what it would be like to wrap myself around that tall, lanky frame of his...Oh, I have GOT to stop thinking things like that.  He's looking at me.  He just gave me one of those sheepish Lewis smiles.  And why is he rubbing his hand all over his face?  I just have to forget it.  He's probably not the least bit interested in me.  I'm just going to put my stuff down on the table - oops.  My pen's rolling away across the table.  Augh - got it.  Was he just checking out my ass?
     "Coffee still fresh?"
     Coffee?  My but he's deliciously tall.
     "Yes.  It's very hot."
     I hope that wasn't as obvious as I think it was.
     "Thanks.  I wouldn't want to burn something."
     Burn something.  *I'm* burning up, I'll tell you that.  Or I won't tell you that.  I'd like to tell you that.  Maybe I should.  Maybe I should just say it. Maybe I should tell you I'm incredibly attracted to you and screw the whole never-get-involved-with-someone-you-work-with rule because I'm just going to take you right here on the table.  Right.  And watch him run from the room screaming.  Oh, dropped the coffee stir there.  You should bend over and pick that up.  Thaaaat's right.  Yes!  God, I'm pathetic. It's even more pathetic that I got here 45 minutes early because I knew he'd be here.  How sad.  But I really can't help it.  Actually, I don't care to help it. In fact, I don't think I have the energy to hide it anymore.  I hope he doesn't
spew that coffee on me when he hears what I have to say.
     "Ryan?"
     No turning back now.
     "Hmm?"
     Oops.  I could have at least waited until he swallowed his coffee.
     "I have to tell you something."
     Does he look hopeful?  He's put down his coffee and he's walking towards me.
     "What is it?"
     Deep breath.  Here goes nothing.

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     God, I can't even think of the right thing to say to her.  I'm supposed to be good at that!  Why is it different with her?  Sometimes we just sit and talk and it all just clicks and then other times, like now, I have no idea what to say.  How do I tell her I think she's beautiful?  How do I tell her I love every minute I've ever spent talking with her.  How do I tell her I think the sound of her saying my name is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard? How - damn, dropped my coffee stir.  Where's the garbage?  I swear someone keeps moving it.  Screw it, I'll just throw it in the sink.  What was I thinking about?
     "Ryan?"
     Oh, yeah.  I was thinking of her.
     "Hmm?"
      Her eyes.  I recognize that look in her eyes.
     "I have to tell you something."
     I'm sure it's the same look in my eyes that I have right now.
     "What is it?"
     I've been so stupid.  I know exactly what it is.  She's hesitating.  Not knowing what to say next.  To hell with it, I'm kissing her.

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     Just say it.  Just say it.  You can do it.  Wha-?  He's kissing me!  He's kissing me!  HE'S KISSING ME!  Oh, and he's got his hands around my face, I love that.  Yummy, yummy, don't stop.  Oh, he stopped.  He's leaning his forehead against mine.  His breathing is a bit ragged.  So's mine, actually.  And he's looking right into my eyes.  He has such beautiful green eyes.  Don't make me wait any longer.  I have to kiss him again.  I just have to pull him down to me...like so!  Mmm...I think maybe I'll just stand here and do this for the rest of the day.  And then tonight I'll just take him home and slowly worship him until dawn.  And then keep right on going until the next day, and the next, and the next -
     "Well, well.  What do we have here?"
     *gasp*  Oh, it's only Drew.

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     She tastes *so* good.  I love how her hair feels.  And her skin.  And how her little body feels pressed up against mine.  And I'm getting a little too excited.  Dead kittens, dead kittens.  It's not working.  I'd better stop for a minute.  Hoo...at least she's breathing as fast as I am.  Look at her eyes.  I'd swear she can see my soul.  I don't care.  Let her see it.  Let her - Mmm...break's over!  There's got to be a better place to do this.  Like my place.  We could just skip this whole thing and go to my place.  No one would miss us.  Right?  Who cares.  She's here, in my arms, right now.  Don't let her go.  Don't -
     "Well, well.  What do we have here?"
     *gasp*  Oh, shit, it's Drew.


Part Two