Post by Benjamin Kanst on Sept 15, 2009 22:54:14 GMT -7
Another long day at work. It seemed like there would be no rest for Ben. The first week he'd spent at the NCIS offices already had him at his breaking point. Sure the Smithsonian had been demanding but working with Marines, now that was just completely different. Not to mention, he'd almost been busted the other day. Some stupid junkie called the police because Ben wouldn't hand over the drugs. He had to be more careful. The only upside he could look forward to was the fact that he'd almost paid off his student loans. Then he could stop this whole, working three different jobs thing. Not only was he incredibly tired when he got home, this lifestyle was getting redundant. And Ben couldn't stand boredom. Working as a forensic scientist under one of the best just wasn't cutting it for him anymore. Nothing interesting had happened yet. His only adrenaline rush came from the Blue Moon Races. But even now, he'd been getting lazy recently and staying away from the races.
It was around six in the evening when Ben got back to his apartment. His place was small but cozy. He'd added enough of his personal touch to make it home. He got out of his car with his work bag, dinner, coffee and keys. With all that his hands were full. Ben nudged his car shut and clicked the lock button on the key twice. He headed up the stairs to his apartment where he spent the next two minutes fumbling around with his keys. When did he get so many keys? He muttered a few choice words before he finally stabbed the correct key into the keyhole. As soon as the door shut behind him, the bag hit the ground, dinner, coffee and the keys hit the table. Ben chugged the rest of the coffee, the caffeine hit him like a punch. He groaned as he tossed away the empty cup, and then collapsed on the fold-out bed. His head hit the metal pole of an armrest with a clunk sound. Ben let another steady stream of curses out and curled up in the middle of the bed. No sooner had his eyes closed before his cell phone buzzed loudly. He listened for another buzz but it never came. Only a text.
Ben lay there on his bed for a long moment, debating whether or not he should check it. It couldn’t have been work, they would have called. Druggie? Nah, they didn’t have his phone number. Friends? Probably not, they knew better than to bother him on a Wednesday night. Then that left one option. Street racing. He groaned as he realized this. It had been a week since he’d shown up to the last race. Ben let out another long groan as he rolled off the bed. He hit the ground and did an odd army crawl towards his bag. His hand located the phone hidden deep in his bag. Just as he suspected it was indeed the Blue Moon Races. As tired as he was, Ben still couldn’t help but grin at the thought of the adrenaline rush. “Okay, pull yourself together buddy.” He shook his head vigorously from side to side and pulled himself into a standing position. Another wide grin split across his face as he realized something else. Rachel would probably be there.
Within minutes, Ben was sitting in his car, starting the ignition. His car roared to life in its usual loudness. He glanced back and tore out of the parking lot, cutting off three cars as he did so. There was some honking but he didn’t care. At the stoplight, Ben checked the location and turned up the volume to his music. It took about fifteen minutes to get there. Already there was a small crowd gathering. Ben pulled the black Shelby Mustang next to one of the cars there. He cut off the engine and the loud rock music shut off. The setting sun reflected off the gold racing stripes and Ben enjoyed the looks he was getting. Another reason he loved these races, such great ego boosts. His eyes scanned the open road they were to race on, nothing too difficult. He removed the key and pocketed them, stepping out of his car. Suddenly he wasn’t so tired anymore.
It was around six in the evening when Ben got back to his apartment. His place was small but cozy. He'd added enough of his personal touch to make it home. He got out of his car with his work bag, dinner, coffee and keys. With all that his hands were full. Ben nudged his car shut and clicked the lock button on the key twice. He headed up the stairs to his apartment where he spent the next two minutes fumbling around with his keys. When did he get so many keys? He muttered a few choice words before he finally stabbed the correct key into the keyhole. As soon as the door shut behind him, the bag hit the ground, dinner, coffee and the keys hit the table. Ben chugged the rest of the coffee, the caffeine hit him like a punch. He groaned as he tossed away the empty cup, and then collapsed on the fold-out bed. His head hit the metal pole of an armrest with a clunk sound. Ben let another steady stream of curses out and curled up in the middle of the bed. No sooner had his eyes closed before his cell phone buzzed loudly. He listened for another buzz but it never came. Only a text.
Ben lay there on his bed for a long moment, debating whether or not he should check it. It couldn’t have been work, they would have called. Druggie? Nah, they didn’t have his phone number. Friends? Probably not, they knew better than to bother him on a Wednesday night. Then that left one option. Street racing. He groaned as he realized this. It had been a week since he’d shown up to the last race. Ben let out another long groan as he rolled off the bed. He hit the ground and did an odd army crawl towards his bag. His hand located the phone hidden deep in his bag. Just as he suspected it was indeed the Blue Moon Races. As tired as he was, Ben still couldn’t help but grin at the thought of the adrenaline rush. “Okay, pull yourself together buddy.” He shook his head vigorously from side to side and pulled himself into a standing position. Another wide grin split across his face as he realized something else. Rachel would probably be there.
Within minutes, Ben was sitting in his car, starting the ignition. His car roared to life in its usual loudness. He glanced back and tore out of the parking lot, cutting off three cars as he did so. There was some honking but he didn’t care. At the stoplight, Ben checked the location and turned up the volume to his music. It took about fifteen minutes to get there. Already there was a small crowd gathering. Ben pulled the black Shelby Mustang next to one of the cars there. He cut off the engine and the loud rock music shut off. The setting sun reflected off the gold racing stripes and Ben enjoyed the looks he was getting. Another reason he loved these races, such great ego boosts. His eyes scanned the open road they were to race on, nothing too difficult. He removed the key and pocketed them, stepping out of his car. Suddenly he wasn’t so tired anymore.
