So my friend Kristin and I are big Miami Medical fans and even bigger Chris/Eva shippers, but we noticed there's not that much fanfiction out there for this ship or this show in general, so we gave each other prompts to write about these two adorable idiots. This is the first one she gave me.

Also, she writes gorgeous Outlaw Queen fics so make sure you follow her on Tumblr and read her stuff, her blog is filledwithlight

Prompt is: What happens when they first meet?

Enjoy!

He's made it. Finally, he's made it big, and he is going to celebrate accordingly.

Chris Deleo, trauma surgeon at Miami Trauma One, how badass is that?! He still has trouble believing that he beat all the other applicants, that he has been chosen to be part of the country's top tier of trauma surgery royalty. Surveying his new apartment, Chris sighs, dumping his CDs back into the box he'd been unpacking them from and grabbing his jacket on the way out the door. Tomorrow is his first day on the job, so he knows better than to get plastered, but one celebratory drink never killed anyone, right?

He is new to this area of Miami, so he isn't sure exactly where to go, but there don't seem to be that many options within walking distance, so he wonders the streets in his bike, enjoying the warm air as it blows against him. He is on top of the world.

The intimate but chipper setting of a small outdoor pub catches his eye as he rides past it, and he stops to take a look. Tiki torches adorn the area where tables with mismatched wooden chairs are laid out, a giant hut serving as the bar while smooth salsa rhythms play somewhere in the background. It's about four blocks away from the hospital, he notices, so there are bound to be first year residents or other doctors there, and he figures this might be as good a time as any to socialize with his colleagues.

But nothing could have prepared him for the sight that graces him as he enters the space. The tables are all full, but the counter is empty except for one person, a woman, and what a woman she is. The smooth, dark waves of her short hair fall gracefully around her face, bouncing as she moves her head when talking to the bartender. She's wearing a short black halter dress, her back on display, showcasing gorgeous tan skin. She is sitting sideways on one of the tall barstools, one long leg crossed over the other as she sips the last of her drink. Chris can't really see her face from where he stands, but he doesn't need to, he already knows she's the most breathtaking creature he's ever set eyes on.

He approaches the bar quietly, calmly leaning over the counter to ask the bartender for two shots of tequila and slipping one to her, finally looking at her up close. He'd had a line already formed in his head, something about how a gorgeous lady such as her should not be drinking alone, but the moment he sets eyes on her, he is done for. There's a golden hue to her skin as it catches the dim glow from the lights that line the bar, her lips are soft and plump and pink, and he feels tingles run through him as he imagines nibbling them. Her eyes are a deep, intriguing shade of brown, he notices, with a fire that lights them up and thick lashes that flutter as she focuses her attention on him.

"Can I help you?" she asks, sassy, but not altogether annoyed. Chris has to shake his head before he finds words to say back to her.

"I'm celebrating, might as well do so with the most beautiful woman in the room," he winks, his voice low as he pushes the shot a little closer to her. Smooth, Deleo, very smooth, you got this.

"Celebrating, huh?" she asks in amusement.

"Oh yeah, big things are happening for me, starting tomorrow," he tells her, grinning at her while his eyes roam her form, taking in every detail.

"You sound very sure of yourself, cowboy," she fires back.

"It's Chris, actually," he tells her.

"I like 'cowboy' better," she replies with the most seductive little smirk he has ever seen, and he can't help but stare at her in awe.

Together, they down their shots, and she thanks him for the treat before she grabs her things and makes to leave, but Chris is faster, gently grabbing her hand before she can fully stand up from her seat.

"Oh come on, I just got here! Don't leave me to party all by my lonesome," he tells her with a pout, his eyes pleading, and he can see that her lips are twitching with the effort of hiding her smile, so he tugs her hand closer and drops his voice to a near whisper.

"Besides, I don't even know your name yet," he states, and she seems to take a moment to consider her response. In the seconds that tick by while she decides whether or not to introduce herself, Chris orders another round of tequila, and sets the shot in front of her, looking at it expectantly. She gulps it in seconds, slamming the glass against the bar a little before she looks at him again.

"So, your name?" he prompts, and she shakes her head.

"Guess it," she says. She likes to play with him, and he can't be more thrilled.

They spend the next ten minutes or so laughing at his suggestions of what her name may be, and then they drift off into other topics of conversation, like the fact that he's never had peppermint chocolate chip ice cream, or that she hates the taste of apples, or that he's never been outside of Florida, or that she likes to swim, or that neither of them understand how anyone can hate pineapple on pizza, any and all manner of random, silly things, and all throughout their conversation there are these gestures, this connection, a brush of her fingers against his arm as she speaks, or a slight stutter in her breathing when he leans closer, or her hand touching his knee when she laughs at one of his jokes, or his eyes darkening when she bites her lip and the tiny smirk that she gives him when she notices.

There's a moment, when she smiles at yet another of his cheesy attempts at flattery, that Chris determines in his mind that this woman has to be an illusion, because there is no possible way that someone can be this fun and beautiful and genuine all at the same time. She's still grinning at him, and he wants nothing more than to kiss her, to see if her lips taste as sweet as they look, but as he leans forward, she pushes him back, shaking her head with a laugh.

"I should go, I have work in the morning," she tells him, and he realizes that it's not some cop-out excuse she's giving him to try to get away, that she's not scared or distrusting of him, but she really does have an early morning to think about, and that's the only reason she's not letting this go any further.

He does not ask for her number, making plans in his head to stop by this same bar tomorrow after work. She's a regular here, it seems, so he knows he'll find her again. Chris smiles at her, nods and thanks her for the lovely time, planting a kiss on her cheek and watching her get up. When she walks away, he turns around in his seat to seek her out.

"I still don't know your name!" he calls after her, and she pauses, turning to look at him with that wicked grin of hers.

"Eva," she says at last, and he exhales in relief.

"Well, Eva, it was nice to meet you," he tells her, and his smile is true, happy.

"You too," she says pleasantly before resuming her walk.

"I'll see you around, Eva?!" he shouts when she reaches the door of the bar, and she looks over her shoulder at him.

"Maybe," she says, finally walking out the door.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x

The next day, Chris arrives at the hospital in great spirits. The smile he's sporting is the same one he'd carried all the way back to his apartment and into bed the night before, and it had nothing to do with his excitement over his new job, and everything to do with the gorgeous brunette he had met at the bar.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. Rayner?" he asks the girl at the front desk, and before she can answer, a large man with a friendly smile pops up from behind the counter.

"You the new guy?" he asks, and Chris nods, offering his hand.

"Chris Deleo," he says.

"Tuck Brody, nursing staff," the man replies as he walks around the place like he owns it, and Chris instantly likes the guy.

"Dr. Rayner is at a conference," Tuck continues as he leads Chris to the locker rooms, "he said you should report to Dr. Zambrano instead."

"Alright, where can I find this Dr. Zambrano?"

"Fifth floor, OR-3, elevators are down the hall and to the left," Tuck replies before walking away.

"Alright, thanks man!" Chris says.

"No problem, welcome aboard," Tuck says with a wave of his hand, leaving Chris alone in the locker room to change.

Once he reaches the fifth floor a few minutes later, he starts to feel those traitorous first-day-of-work jitters, but he pushes them back as best he can, scrubbing in and getting ready.

"Who's this?" a muffled voice asks when he enters the room, and Chris senses something familiar in the voice, but can't quite place it. Walking further inside, he addresses the entire team.

"Hello, I uh… I'm looking for Dr. Zambrano? I'm Chris Deleo, new trauma fellow," he says, and a head lifts from the patient to look at him.

All breath leaves him as he looks at her. She's wearing a cap, scrubs, goggles and mask, concealing most of her face, but he would recognize those chocolate colored eyes anywhere.

"Ah, the fresh meat has arrived," she says with satisfaction, and he can tell she's smiling by the way the corners of her eyes wrinkle and her cheeks lift up from under the mask.

"Eva?" he asks, astonished.

"That's Dr. Zambrano to you," she says, and he can tell she's full on smirking now.

"Ooh, authoritative, I like that," he replies without missing a beat, and she shakes her head and goes back to work.

When the surgery's over, Chris runs up to Eva in the hall, calling out her name again.

"I thought I told you to call me Dr. Zambrano?" she asks, but there's no malice in her tone.

"Eva's shorter," he winks.

"Fine, I suppose I'll just go back to calling you 'cowboy' then," she replies, crossing her arms and looking at him.

"Did you know who I was last night?" he asks, dropping the flirting for now.

"Actually no," she answers, shaking her head with a laugh, "I wouldn't have flirted with you if I knew you'd show up here today, believe me."

"Careful, I could have you arrested for sexual harassment, boss lady."

"Oh shut up, you loved it. And I'm not the boss, I'm only in charge until Dr. Rayner gets back."

"Okay so, temporary boss lady," he smirks. "Wait, how long have you been here?"

"Three years, plus my residency," she tells him, and his eyes go wide.

"Three years?! How is that even possible? You can't be that much older than me, and I've only just started!"

"Advanced placement," she says with a satisfied smile.

"Huh… sexy and smart, I'm impressed," he replies, and she rolls her eyes at his compliment.

"For what it's worth, I did have a great time last night," she says after a moment of silence.

"So did I. So much so, in fact, that I think we should do it again sometime," he says, wiggling his eyebrows at her playfully. Eva opens her mouth to reply, but Tuck interrupts them as he exits the elevator, walking hurriedly towards her.

"Dr. Zambrano, we've got incoming. Two car crash victims, one with multiple fractures and possible internal bleeding, the other in need of an arm amputation," he reports, and they both nod, joining Tuck in the elevator and heading down.

Once down in the lobby, Eva walks towards the main door to receive the first patient, leaving Chris to wait for the second. Before she gets to the door, however, she turns around and looks at him, smirking as she talks.

"Count me in for drinks after work, but let's get one thing clear, if I go, it'll be as friends. I don't date my coworkers," she says in answer to his invitation, and he smiles, looking down and shaking his head.

"What if I quit?!" he calls out after her, and she turns around, snapping her gloves into place as she walks backwards to the door.

"That would make you an idiot, and I don't date those either," she says with a wink, leaving him to chuckle in her wake.

"Okay, then, friends it is… for now," he says to himself, stepping out to receive his first patient.

I love these two so much... I'm gonna go watch this show again now.

-B