Title: Free
By: boho-beata
Rating: PG-13. Kids wouldn't really appreciate this.
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Summary: Based upon prompt #011 Free.
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nada.

Don walked back to his desk with a speed that should have been illegal for an office. He was fuming; he was angry; he was jealous; he was upset; he was any negative emotion that could a person could be.

He had gone down to the crime lab to see Danny, maybe catch a quick make-out session in a closet with him, but no, he'd gotten something totally different.

He had been just down the hallway from the break room when he saw Lindsay go in. He kept walking but stopped when he reached the door. There was Danny with his arm around Lindsay, like it was natural. Neither of them saw him, their backs were turned to him. Then, he saw something that really got his shorts in a bunch. Danny whispered something in her ear and tapped Lindsay's ass.

All right, he'd had enough right there, so he moved back and leaned against a wall where he was out of sight from them, but he could still see them.

Lindsay was leaving, but she wouldn't let go of Danny just yet. Don growled lowly in the back of his throat and fixed his tie. He and Danny were going to have a nice little talk... as soon as Adam left the room.

His wish had come true, Adam left just a minute later.

Don waited a second, letting himself cool down, then went in and confronted Danny.

Danny looked up when he came in and almost smiled but stopped. Oh, now he wasn't even worth a smile?

Their conversation was a little.. strained. For everything Danny said, Don had a smart-ass remark, until finally, Don got fed up and left.

Now, he was sitting at his desk, gripping a stress ball. Danny had some nerve. First, he gets all buddy-buddy with Adam, now he's all touchy-feely with Lindsay? What's next? Getting all sexual with Mac? Don didn't doubt it.

Well, if Danny wanted to go flirt with everything that moved, let him; he was a free man. If Don's feelings didn't matter to him, then what was Don supposed to do?

His phone vibrated and he checked his messages. Stella had his results. He could deal with Danny later, if he even wanted to see Danny then, right now, he had a job to do.