Title: Ice Cream
By: boho-beata
Rating: PG-13. Kids wouldn't really appreciate this.
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Summary: Based upon prompt #097: Ice Cream.
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nada.

Danny woke up to the sound of Don's alarm clock, which was odd since Don usually woke up first, then shook Danny awake. He glanced to the side and saw Don still sleeping. Shrugging it off, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Don would probably be up and at 'em in a minute.

An hour later, Danny had showered, ate breakfast, and drank his coffee. Don, on the other hand, was still in bed. Danny was worried now.

Deciding to check up on Don, Danny went back to the bedroom. He shook Don's shoulder lightly, only to get a groan and Don turning his back to him. How nice.

"Don, wake up, you're making us late," Danny persisted, causing Don to hide under a pillow. "C'mon, what's wrong?"

"M'head n' m'throat," Don mumbled. Danny rolled his eyes, Don was such a baby. He left for a minute and came back with Tylenol and a glass of water.

"There's Tylenol here, cough syrup in the kitchen, and ice cream in the freezer," Danny told him, remembering that his mom always gave him ice cream when his throat hurt. "Call if you need me."

Don groaned again and uncovered his head. He reached out for Danny and caught his wrist, pulling him towards him. Danny chuckled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Sorry babe, but I got work," He ruffled Don's hair teasingly and headed towards the door. "Besides, this is what ya get for playing basketball in 20 degree weather."

Don groaned and covered his head again.