Skidding to a stop the loose sand from the beach showering up around Caleb's sneakers, the only other thing covering him are the loose Khaki shorts stained with the sweat of his four mile run. Caleb rakes his hands back through his short black hair, droplets of sweat shimmering in the air before they hit the beach. Sighing he closes his eyes the dark fringe of his lashes obscuring the silver gray of his eyes.
Bending over he slowly stretches out his warm muscles making sure that they don't tighten up on him. Caleb's perfectly sculpted body glistening with sweat, the heat of the sun and the reflections glinting off the surface of the ocean teasing over his skin. Sliding the keys from his pocket he opens his car, pulling on a tight white t-shirt over his sweating torso.
Slipping behind the wheel Caleb rests an arm over the seats after turning the car on and starts to back out of his space, having taken a break from work to run and clear his head. His silver eyes flicking to his mirrors to make sure he can back up safely. Hesitating for a second he looks left and sees a flash of red and gray out of the corner of his eye just as he backs up. Hearing a hard thunk and shudder through the car. He pops it back into park and jumps quickly from the car leaving it running.
Growling "dammit!" he sees the crumpled form behind the bumper of his car, the bike slid back towards the other line of cars behind him. Kneeling down he gently assesses the body at the rear of his car sighing in relief as he feels a pulse and watches her chest rise. Gingerly removing her helmet he reaches into his pocket and calls 911.
Waiting for a few short minutes he hears the whine of the siren. Biting his bottom lip as he watches her closely, trying not to move her too much but making sure her airway is clear and she's not bleeding anywhere. The EMT's push him out of the way as they slip on a neck brace and put her on a backboard. The only question Caleb asks is where they are taking her feeling the need to make sure that she gets her bike back, even if it's pretty battered from the crash.
Resting a hip back against the fender of his Lexus he puts a call into work and starts gathering up the bike and tossing it in his backseat with her helmet. Just as the whine of another siren catches his attention, mumbling, "Oh great" He slams the door shut and turns to turn off his car as the tires of the cop car squeal to a stop behind him. Reaching into his back pocket he feels for his wallet and realizes he'd tucked it safely in the glove compartment during his run.
Folding his arms over his chest his hard eyes glinting as the cop slips out of her vehicle, a clipboard in her hands, pen tucked behind an ear. "Are you Caleb Winters?" Nodding slowly he takes in the casual approach of the petite officer, her blond hair caught up in a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Green eyes sparkling as she looks at Caleb and notes the bike stashed on his back seat.
"I need to get some information from you Mr. Winters. Since the young lady was taken to the hospital we need your information for insurance purposes."
Grimacing with a slight frown Caleb mutters. "She ran into me. The car is right where I parked it when she clipped the back end of my car." Turning her head she takes in the scratches along the trunk and fender, noticing that the trunk is the only thing out of the space.
"It looks as though she wasn't paying attention." Shrugs and says, "However the accident might have occurred, I still need your Insurance and driver's license information Mr. Winters." Nodding Caleb turns and goes to the passenger's side of his car grabbing his wallet, insurance card, and the cars registration.
Handing them over to the officer his eyes narrow slightly, taking them she starts to write down his information. Caleb's eyes graze over her name tag and badge # memorizing them. Clearing his throat he looks into her eyes as she looks up from her work. "Thank you for being thorough Officer Harris, you may call me Caleb."
"It's not a problem Caleb, I should have been here when the call came in but I'd just pulled someone over for speeding." Chuckling Caleb lets his arms fall to his sides and pushes away from the fender again. "Who knows Officer Harris if this hadn't happened it might have been me you were pulling over."
A smile curling her lips at his words she finishes writing up her report and handing back his information. He takes it slowly from her and smiles back. "I guess I should go see how she's doing and get her bike back to her, though I'm not really sure if the Hospital is the place to leave it."
Turning her head she looks at the bike and says. "If you move it to the back of my patrol car I'll make sure that she gets it back. I'm sure that I'll be able to get it to her more easily than you would"
Nodding Caleb opens the back door and moves the bike and helmet from his car to Officer Harris'. Then he reaches for his wallet again and hands her two of his Business Cards saying, "Would you please call me and let me know when it's back in her possession. I feel really badly about this accident, and would like to know that everything I could do has been done for her."
Lifting a sculpted brow at the two cards in her hand she slips one under the clip of the board in her hands next to the report and Caleb smiles. "The other one you can leave with her family, I'd like to do what I can for her and them."
Her green eyes sparkling like emeralds she nods and tucks the other card in her back pocket. Reaching out a hand she Shakes his and smiles. "You can call me Jenna."
"Nice to meet you Jenna," Caleb continues to smile the silver of his irises lingering on her face for a while and gently releases her hand. "I should get to the hospital, I'm rather worried about her she didn't wake up all the time I was waiting for the EMT's."
Frowning at his words, Officer Jenna turns and slips behind the wheel of her police car rolling down the passenger's side window she looks at Caleb and says. "I'll meet you there I still have to finish her side of the report."
Nodding and waving Caleb turns back to his Lexus and backs out of his stall hesitantly. Slipping quickly into the flow of traffic he drives to the Emergency entrance of the hospital and finds out what he can about the girl who'd hit him.
Finding the Hospital Bureaucracy frustrating, they won't release any information regarding her condition to him. Settling into a couch in the waiting area he decides to wait for Officer Harris to show up.
Sprawled across the couch his eyes hooded he watches the various people come and go through the Emergency room. Long legs crossed at the ankles not budging until he sees a petite form stroll through the doors to his left. Jumping up he walks to her quickly, "Hey Jenna, they wouldn't tell me anything because I'm not family. Can you let me know if she's okay?"
Looking up a bit startled at his approach she smiles again white teeth glistening behind petal lips. "I've already been updated on her condition Caleb. She took quite a tumble and has a slight concussion. They are keeping her in the Hospital tonight for observation. Her name is Sarah by the way. I just got back from dropping her bike off with her roommate and leaving your card if they need anything."
A look of relief washes over his features when her words finally sink in. Spontaneously, taking her hand he lifts it to his lips and smiles kissing it. "Thanks Jenna I was going crazy not knowing what was going on with Sarah. She had me worried." As the realization hits him of what he's doing, blushing, his fingers reluctantly slip from her hand, mumbling, "Oh sorry."
Jenna laughs her alto voice making the sound purr through the waiting area. "It's okay Caleb I can tell that you've been concerned about Sarah since the accident. I can assure you that she's okay except for the concussion, and will probably be back to riding her bike soon."
Nodding Caleb's eyes shift to Jenna's and says, "Would it be inappropriate for me to ask when your shift is over? I'd like to get to know you better Jenna."
Lifting a sculpted brow at him once more she smiles, "It may be inappropriate but it would be my pleasure to get to know you better Caleb. In fact I just need to finish this report and turn it in at the Station. Then I'll be free to spend some time with you. Can you give me 3 more hours and I'll meet you at Italia Deli on Kanan Rd?"
Caleb quirks a grin at Jenna, "Sure no problem, that's near where I live, so around 7pm?"
Teasing her palm over her smooth hair, she slides her cap back on top of her head and looks at her watch. "Sure that should be just about right. If you'll excuse me for now Caleb I need to go talk to Sarah and finish off my report. The quicker I finish that task, the quicker I'll be able to meet with you at Italia Deli."
Caleb's full lips curl into a smile, "I'll be there, take care Jenna till I see you in a few hours."
Watching her retreating back Caleb smiles to himself and ducks out of the emergency room headed home to get ready for his date with Jenna tonight. Strangely the traffic in Malibu is rather sparse, just driving at a normal speed he still makes it home in less than 15 minutes. His thoughts lingering on the random chance of him getting hit then meeting one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen in the same day.
Shrugging out of his shirt before he gets to the front door of his apartment, he looks around making sure that the maid has been by to clean up his usual messy place. He walks directly back to the bathroom and takes a long shower. His body coated in sweat, sand, and some grease from Sarah's bike. The slow massage of the water his hands gliding soapy over his skin working out the tension of the day.
Turning off the water Caleb steps out of the shower and tucks the towel around his waist as he leans against the vanity turning on the faucet at the sink brushing his teeth, then filling it and working the shaving gel over his five o'clock shadow the razor deftly gliding over his skin taking off the shadow. Taping the razor against the side of the sink then rinsing the blade. Setting the razor aside and cupping some water in his hands to splash it on his face, cleaning off the excess gel, and slapping on some aftershave.