AN This story is a collaboration between Nevermind and Dream. We hope you enjoy our fantasy ramblings and please RR. If there is something to improve we'd like to know…if you love it and want more we want to know that too and before you ask unfortunately we do not own Danny Messer or any character affiliated with the CSY:NY cast…we do however own the original characters and don't like to share…so just leave them with us kay? Anyway we'll shut up and let you read…hope you enjoy…there might be more if you do. :)
Expectations
©2005 NeverMindDream
CSI Danny Messer sat down on a stool in front of the counter of his favorite sports bar, O'Maley's. He ordered a beer and took a long drink. It had been a long week.
"You look like a cop," a female voice beside him said. He hadn't even seen her there; he'd been so focused on getting his beer. She was a striking strawberry blonde who had the most amazing blue eyes. Her wavy hair was pulled up in a messy-but-not-really bun and she had on a pale blue halter-top cut just low enough to reveal a scintillating amount of cleavage. She was running her fingers over the rim of a martini glass and giving him a sly smile. This might be a better night than he'd hoped for.
"How can you tell?" he asked, smiling back at her as he took her in.
She opened the flap of her small, pale blue purse to reveal her own badge. "Lucky guess," she grinned. "Shelby Winters, NARC." She held out her hand to him.
He took it. "Danny Messer, CSI."
"Mm," she murmured. "Forensic science. Is it strange that I find it arousing to know that you probably know more about my anatomy than I do?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
He liked the way she was working this conversation. "Works for me," he said, not letting her hand go.
"So, Danny Messer, CSI, what are you drinking to forget?" she asked, leaning in so that she didn't have to talk as loud and so she could reveal just a little more skin for him.
"Ah, it's just been a long week," he said dismissively. He wasn't really interested in talking shop. "What about you?"
She raised her glass to him. "The one who got away," she offered.
"Perp or love interest?" he asked.
She gave him a sidelong look and squeezed his hand. "Perp," she told him.
"You know, I wouldn't peg you as a NARC," he said.
"I know. That's why I'm so damn good at my job," she answered.
Danny nodded at the bartender to pour her another drink. "I take it you don't have a boyfriend," he tried.
She put his hand on her knee. "If I had a boyfriend, I would have much better things to do than drown my sorrows in martinis, don't you think?"
"Your partner didn't want to join you?"
"My partner is married with two adorable little girlsthat I love. He invited me over, but being lonely in a place like that is way worse than being lonely here." She sipped at her martini, refusing to break eye contact with him. "What about you? You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"
He shook his head. "No time."
She laughed. "That's what they all say."
He feigned shock. "What? You come on to a lot of cops like this?"
She rolled her eyes. "They only wish. No, CSI Danny Messer, I haven't come on to a cop in a very long time."
"So what made you change your mind?" he wanted to know, insanely turned on by her easy teasing.
She looked him square in the eye. "You're hot and I'm horny."
She'd caught him off guard. He hadn't expected that forward of an answer. He licked his lips. "All right then," he finally managed.
She squinted at him, trying to get a read on him. "What? You in love with your partner or something?"
"Who me? No."
She wasn't ready to give up on this one just yet. "But you've thought about it."
He shrugged. "How could I not? She's a stunning Latina."
"And your issue is…" she prompted.
"First off, I don't date girls I work with. Second, she's not my type."
"Ah, and so what is your type then?" she wanted to know.
"You're starting to look more like it," he teased back.
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm hot and you're horny."
She threw back her head and laughed. Oh yes, he thought to himself, this could end up being a fantastic night.