Prompt: literature

Don heard her and slammed the book down, covering it with files. Lindsay stopped and stared at him for a moment, lifting one eyebrow in a mock imitation of him.

"What are you doing at my desk, Flack?"

"Nothing. I was just looking for a file. The one on…" he cursed as his mind froze, "Uh, the one with the gum."

"McCormack?" she suggested, as she came over and located it, "Here."

He grabbed it, doing a horrible job of hiding something behind it, "Okay, so I should go now and….LINDSAY!"

Lindsay smiled as she held the object he'd been trying fruitlessly to hide. She looked down at it and smiled, "Sense and Sensibility?"

Don blushed. He was glad he was in a suit because he was pretty sure the blush went down to his toes, "Yes," he said, reaching for it, "Now can I have that back."

She shook her head, "I don't think so. How did you end up reading Jane Austen? I know you love books because usually you're flying through some James Patterson or Dennis Lehane, but I've never see you with pre-Victorian literature. Pre-Victorian Chick Literature."

"Well, Monroe that is very sexist of you. I can't read a book written by a woman?"

She shook her head, "No, not without a reason. So spill it….or I'll pass this little nugget of info on to Danny."

Don glared at her, "Low blow, Monroe. Fine," he said, sighing, "I entered this challenge…online…fifty classic books over a year. This seemed like the worst one so I went for that first. Figured it I could get through it, I could get through anything."

"And?" she asked, "What do you think?"

"Its fine," Don said, then, at her look, "Okay, I love it. Its well written, has great character definition and I don't even care that the plot is completely see-through. I just care that Colonel Brandon carried Marianne Dashwood through the freezing cold rain and saved her life."

"Oh I know," Lindsay said, bouncing a little, "You should see the movie don, that part is so romantic. Alan Rickman is a total hottie. Oh…tell me when you're done and we'll watch it together. I'll bring popcorn."

"Okay," Don said, smiling as Lindsay bounced out of the room. Then his face fell, "Oh great," he said, looking down at the book, "I'm going to be her girlfriend. Danny's going to love laughing at this one."