Title: Dare
By: boho-beata
Rating: PG-13. Kids wouldn't really appreciate this.
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Summary: Based upon prompt #005 Dare.
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nada.

It was just a dare, just a stupid dare. Danny never meant it... it was just a dare.

His break just had begun; he walked into the breakroom and saw Adam looking through the fridge. Deciding that he, too, was hungry, Danny leaned against the counter and waited his turn.

Noticing Danny's presence, Adam looked up and smirked. "Saw you and Monroe flirting before. Anything going on between you two?"

"Ha, I'd slit my wrists before I did anythin' with her. We were just talkin'," Danny said with a roll of his eyes.

Adam quirked his eyebrows and kept his smirk on. He stood up and leaned against the fridge. "Really?"

"Uh, yeah," Danny nodded and raised his eyebrow at Adam.

"What if I dared ya?"

Danny took a minute to think about it. "Well I can't turn down a dare..."

"So, yeah?"

"This is a crappy situation," Danny muttered, "But yeah."

Adam chuckled, almost evilly, and grinned at Danny. "I dare ya to go up to her and say 'I'd tap that' and then tap that."

"Yer such a kid.."

"You're a chicken! Bawk bawk bawk!"

Danny sighed and put his hand over Adam's mouth. "All right, fine, I'll do it."

Lindsay happened to choose that time to enter the breakroom.

Speak of the devil... Danny cringed inwardly, he couldn't believe he was going to do this.

"Hey Linds," Danny said with a smile too sweet to be sincere and put an arm around her waist.

"Hey Dans," Lindsay responded with a grin of her own.

"Y'know," He leaned down to her ear, "I'd tap that," He lightly tapped her butt to prove it.

"Danny, you perv!" She hit his chest lightly and giggled.

Adam pretended to be interested in the fridge again but inside, he wanted to die with laughter.

Lindsay's pager went off and she checked. "Oh sorry, I have to go," She smiled up at Danny, "But maybe we could meet up later..." She held onto his arm as long as she could as she left and smiled back at him.

"Maybe," He smiled at her then turned around and made barfing sounds.

Adam laughed and high-fived Danny, "Good job man, now all you have to deal with is her jumping your balls any chance she gets."

"Yeah, great," Danny groaned and pushed Adam aside to look through the fridge, "There's nothin' to eat..." He whined and closed it.

Adam rolled his eyes and patted Danny's back, "Sorry Danny, guess my fat ass ate it all. Now I gotta burn it off and go back to work. Later," He left Danny alone in the room.

"Later," Danny muttered back and fell into a chair. He still had a while until his results came in.

Don came in not even a second later. Danny looked up at him and was about to smile but stopped himself when he saw the 'I'm serious now and don't mess around with me' look on Don's face.

"Uh, hey Donnie," He greeted instead, "What's up?"

"I'm more interested with what's up with you," Don retorted and crossed his arms over his chest.

Danny knew how suspects felt now...

He looked down at his pants and saw Danny Jr. wasn't making a tent, so he knew that Don wasn't being funny, which left him with... nothing to go on.

"Did I do somethin'?" Danny asked, looking around to see if maybe Don was mad at someone else in the room. Nope, it was him.

"Gee, Danny, didya?" Don asked rhetorically.

"Uh... no?" Danny shrugged, "Did I? Donnie, stop playin' games."

"Playin' games? Me? It's more like yer playin' games with me," Don almost shouted but constrained himself.

Danny slid his chair back and stood up, his hands up in defense. "Hey, hey, hey, what's goin' on?"

"What's goin' on? What's goin' on? I'll tell you what's goin' on!"

"Please!"

"Forget it!" Don threw his arms up in defeat and left the room, leaving Danny alone again.

'What the hell was up with him?' Danny thought and sat back down again. His cell phone vibrated, signalling that he had a new text message, and he sighed; he had to deal with this later.