Author's Note - Not many people see it but I dunno. I think these two would make a cute couple and i think something is there between them. This story just sotra popped into my head one day. Hope you like it. Don't forget to review.

Of course i don't own anything related to ER. That all belongs to someone else.

Chapter One

Late Night Glass Of Milk

Neela woke and sat up in her bed. Everything around her was dark and it took a minute before her eyes got used to the lack of light. Rubbing her eyes she looked over at the clock. The times flashed green, 2:37 a.m. Sighing Neela threw off the covers and got out of bed. It'd only been an hour since she got home from the hospital and she was wasn't having much luck falling asleep. She flicked on the lights and looked around her room. She was in her new room, in the apartment she shared with Ray. As much as she hated to admit it she really liked the apartment. It was perfect. She would have never been able to find a place like this on her own.

Neela decided on getting a cup of milk. As childish as it sounded milk always seemed to help her sleep. Before making her way to the kitchen she mad a pit stop in the bathroom. Although it was cold outside the apartment was hot. She figured Ray had the heat on high. She splashed some cold water on her face and pulled her hair into a ponytail, getting the hair off her neck. Her tank top still felt sticky against her skin but she felt better. Now she was ready for that glass of milk.

As Neela walked toward the kitchen she realized the light was on and she could see a shadow moving around. Bending down she picked up the closest thing to a weapon she could find, Ray's guitar, which he had left in the middle of the hall. Raising it like a bat Neela slowly entered the kitchen.

"Ray?" Neela asked surprised, lowering the guitar. "Ray, what are you doing here?"

Ray stood in the middle of the kitchen dressed in only a pair of boxers. He looked a little confused and scratched his head. "I live here," he answered her with a grin.

"I know that," Neela said a bit annoyed. "I just thought you'd be out with your band or girlfriend or whatever."

"No band thing tonight. As for a girlfriend," Ray laughed at this, "I haven't had a girlfriend since Christmas."

"Oh," Neela spoke, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Ray said, turning his attention from her back to the kitchen. "Do you know where the cereal is?"

"Bottom left cupboard," Neela laughed, placing Ray's guitar down. "Hungry?"

Ray opened the cupboard and pulled out a box of Captain Crunch. "Yeah."

"Bowles are in the top right cupboard," Neela smiled before Ray had a chance to ask.

"Thanks," he said, grabbing one. "What are you doing up?" he asked pouring himself a bowl.

"I couldn't sleep. Decided to get a drink," she answered, walking to the fridge. She pulled out the carton of milk.

"Mind tossing that over here?" Ray asked as Neela poured herself a glass. Neela handed him the carton and taking her glass turned to leave.

"Hold up a sec," Ray called after her. "Before I forget. I picked up the mail and this came for you. It was redirected from Abby's place," Ray held up an envelope.

"Thanks," Neela set down the glass and took the envelope from Ray. A smile spread across her face. It was from Gallant.

"Who is he?" Ray asked slurping his cereal.

"What?" Neela questioned.

"I've never seen you look this happy. Just wondering who he is," Ray smiled innocently.

"How do you presume he's a he?" Neela frowned.

"I might have happened to read the mailing address," Ray shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"Ray," Neela shouted.

"Sorry, sorry. I won't do it again," Ray raised his arms in defense. Neela sighed. "Is he your boyfriend?" Ray pestered like a little child.

Instead of attacking him Neela just smiled sadly. "No. It's complicated." After a moment Neela spoke again. "Anyway, thanks for the letter Ray," she picked up her glass and started to leave.

"He's crazy," Ray suddenly said.

"Pardon?" Neela spun around.

"He's crazy not to be with someone as beautiful and smart as you."

"Um…" Neela blushed. "Good night Ray."

"Night," Ray watched Neela exit the kitchen, milk and letter in hand. "What was that?" he spoke into his cereal after Neela was gone. Of course what he said was true. He did think Neela was smart and really beautiful. Hold on. What was going on? Since when did he ever think that? Neela wasn't even his type. Did he have a type? Ray slumped over his cereal, confused, tired and wishing he had had a band thing that night.