Title: L is for Lost
Author: stellaluna_
Rating: PG for language
Pairing: Danny/Don
Summary: Written for hannahrorlove.
Disclaimer: None of these are mine. Characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis.

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"What, are you lost or something, Messer?" Flack asks. "Lab's about fifty blocks north." He makes a show of glancing at his watch. "You're a little out of shape, but if you start walking now, you should make it there in time for your next shift."

"I just got off shift," Danny says. "And I'm not lost, thanks for asking." He stands at the edge of Flack's desk, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jacket, rocking back and forth a little the way he does when he's wound up about something.

"You'll have to forgive me, then," Flack says. "I assumed. I figured you had to have gotten turned around, because what else would Danny Messer be doing in my squad room? This shit's like a visit from the Pope or something."

"Fine, you clown. You don't want me here, I'll go. I got things I could be doing, you know." Danny starts to back away.

Flack repents of teasing him after he gets a step or two away and calls him back. "Okay, I give. I'll stop. Seriously, though, you lab punks never lower yourselves to come down here anymore. What gives?"

"Nothing much." Danny shrugs. "I just figured you'd be getting off shift soon, too, right?"

"I would be," Flack says.

"So I just figured maybe you'd like to go get a beer or something. Shoot some pool."

"Messer." Flack presses a hand to his heart. "Are you asking me out on a date? I'm so touched."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Danny says. "You wanna go or not? I can hit on women just as easy without you in tow as I can if I drag you along."

"Sure you can." Flack nods. "I believe you."

"Don."

"Okay, okay." Flack stands up. "Let me get my coat."

"You're lucky you're a cheap date," Danny mutters at him as he passes, and Flack punches him in the shoulder.

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