Title: Incomplete
By: boho-beata
Rating: PG-13. Kids wouldn't really appreciate this.
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Summary: Based upon prompt #048 Incomplete/Partial.
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nada.

Don opened the last window on the taskbar. It was an email Danny was sending, but the fields were incomplete or something so it hadn't sent yet. Don clicked 'OK' and skimmed through the letter.

It was a reply to another e-mail, Don could tell by the subject line, an e-mail from Adam to be more specific. It was nothing big, just something about hanging out, and how Lindsay was getting annoying.

But since when did Adam and Danny start emailing each other?

Don furrowed his eyebrows and checked the rest of Danny's inbox. Besides random e-mails from some science things and other people Don didn't know, most of the e-mails were from Adam; by the subjects, Don would say most of them were jokes or chain letters, though.

Danny really had to learn to throw out old mail; some of this stuff was back from 6 months ago.

Don didn't find anything worthy of his attention; he was about to close the laptop but a new e-mail came and Don couldn't help himself.

He opened it; it was from Adam.

From: Adam Danny friday night

Attachments:

hey danny, we still on 4 friday night? cuz if we r, wat r u gunna do about flak? i herd he got friday nite off this week.

just tell him you gotta do something wit ur family or sumthing. ;)

remember, it's that new club down the street from ur apt.

can't wait.

oh and wear ur really really really rllllllly tight black shirt ;) u kno i luv it when u do.

btw i love you donnie

YOU'VE JUST BEEN PUNK'D!

-danny

Don had been fuming while reading the e-mail, he didn't even spell his name right! When he read the end, he'd been confused until he finished.

Danny came in soon after to find Don bright red and his laptop where he left it.

"Were you a little busy there Donnie? Yer sorta red," Danny smirked, setting the food down on the table in front of the couch.

"You punk," Don murmured before grabbing onto Danny's waist and slamming him down on to the couch. "You knew I was gunna read it, huh?"

"Duh," Danny smirked and leaned up to kiss Don, "But don't worry, I still love ya."

Don growled playfully and kissed him back. "You can prove that," He sat up, "After the Chinese."

"Fat ass."