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

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Flack waits until everyone is busy either interviewing witnesses or collecting evidence in the main room of the bar, then detours into the manager's office and edges up close to Danny. "Oh, hello," he says in a low voice, close to his ear. "Imagine seeing you here." He's briefly tempted to call him something really cutesy like "sunshine" or "muffin," but then decides that's too nauseating, even for a joke, and even if it would annoy the ever-loving hell out of Danny.

"Hey, Flack," Danny says. He doesn't look at him right away, but he's concentrating on prying a bullet out of the wall, and Flack doesn't take offense.

"You doing good this morning?" Flack asks. "I'm doing good. I'm a little sore, though. I don't know what the hell I got into last night, but I can tell I'm just gonna ache for days."

Danny rolls his eyes. "Too bad. I feel like I could run a marathon. You maybe want to work out a little more, if that's how you're feeling."

Flack grins. "You could help me with that if you want."

"I would love to, but..." Danny studies the bullet for a moment, then drops it into an envelope. "I'm a little busy here."

"Okay, okay." Flack takes a step back and holds up his hands. "I'm good. I'm going."

"Thank you." Danny starts to go after the next bullet, then pauses. "But, you know," he says in a low voice, "if you wanna talk about that after work, I'm free."

Flack nods. "Works for me." He clears his throat and glances around, then adds in a louder voice, "I'll check in with you later, then, Detective Messer."

"See you then," Danny says softly, and Flack goes back into the bar with a big, stupid grin on his face, one that he can't seem to shake the whole rest of the day.

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