Title: Wind
By: boho-beata
Rating: PG-13. Kids wouldn't really appreciate this.
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Summary: Based upon prompt #024. Wind.
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nada.

Day 2 of Don being a slave to Danny.

"This wind is killin' me," Danny muttered, bracing himself as he walked toward the crime scene. "Flack, gimme yer jacket."

"Then I'll be cold," Flack whined, "You have a jacket all ready, anyway!"

"Well, two will make me warmer! C'mon slave, gimme the jacket."

"Danny," Flack whispered harshly, looking around to see if anyone heard, "Watch what ya say."

Danny rolled his eyes and held his hand out. "Jacket. Now."

Don sighed and slipped his jacket off. "If I die a' frostbite..."

"Yeah yeah yeah, stop whinin'," Danny smirked and slid his arms through Don's jacket. It was nice and warm and smelled like Don. Danny was in paradise... until Mac called him over.

Too bad that didn't last long.