Mindy Lahiri stared at the envelope in her hand with a sense of anticipatory dread. She knew exactly what hell awaited her when she opened the envelope. She was, after all, a member of Regent High School Class of 1998 Facebook page. It was that horrid time of year for her 15-year high school reunion. It was a glorious occasion to reminisce about being a chubby nerd that no one technically teased, but no one really befriended either. She could skip it, but she had already missed her 10-year reunion because she was too busy with work. It was definitely not because she was single at the time.

And here she was five years later and still single. She knew she had to go to this reunion, but there was simply no possible way she could go alone. She tentatively opened the envelope and dropped it on her desk like a hot potato. Oh, you have to be freaking kidding me. Apparently, this year, it wasn't enough to suffer through 4 hours of painstaking conversation and dancing with people she hadn't particularly cared to stay in touch with over the past 15 years. This year the reunion would be an entire weekend of "Friends, Family, & Fun" out on the island. Their former class treasurer had connections with a hotel resort in the Hamptons. Great, so now I get to spend an entire weekend with my biological clock ticking down as I see everyone doing their best impression of the Jolie-Pitts.

Mindy sighed as she glanced out of her open door to observe the business of the office. Jeremy was talking flirtatiously to Betsy at the desk while Morgan rolled across the floor, enamored with chairs with wheels since they didn't have those in prison. She knew her best bet for a fake boyfriend was in this office, a thought which thoroughly depressed her as it reminded her of her relative lack of social life outside of work. She reviewed the possible players. Jeremy was trying his hardest to not be smitten with Betsy. Morgan was far too much of a wild card. There was no possibility that she would even consider inviting a Deslaurier. Danny would never forgive her. Danny. That could be a possibility…

Her attention was drawn again to the waiting area as she heard Betsy chirp, "Morning, Dr. Castellano."

Danny gave a grunted hello as he strode quickly into his office. He had that brooding and cynical exterior, but she knew he was a big softie inside. I mean the man made a gingerbread house, bought me disgusting pizza after I was dumped, and agreed to drive me all the way to see my ex-boyfriend. Not to mention all those other nice things he's done for me this year. They hadn't talked about their accidental hand-holding on the plane about two months ago, but she had decided in her own mind to chalk it up to fear of their impending deaths. Josh's voice asserting that he always knew there was something between them lingered in her mind, but luckily Mindy Lahiri was apparently an absolute genius at ignoring the signs.

She knew that Danny would pretend that this was the worst idea in the world and she was insane, but if she pleaded hard enough, he'd eventually cave and pretend to be her boyfriend. They were friends, in spite of him never asking for it, and she found that when she really needed him in the past he was always there for her. She tried not to dwell too much on why that was the case when he couldn't really be bothered with anyone else. She wasn't sure how good he'd be at pretending to be her boyfriend, but at least he was a warm body. At the thought of Danny's body, Mindy immediately flashed back to their conversation about un-lamplike feelings. Fine, he does kind of look good in a t-shirt…

Christina had made a brief appearance in his life after the trip to Sante Fe, but when Mindy asked about her a week after her surprise appearance at the office, he just told her that he had managed to finally get that closure of which Jesus Christ Superstar was so fond. In turn, she let him know that she'd decided to hang up her halo. She remembered his odd smile at this news.

Well it's now or never. Mindy smoothed her hair as she approached his office and struck a pose within his doorway. "Danny, you're looking especially handsome today."

Danny looked at her with his patented smirk of disbelief. "What do you want, Min?"

She ignored the little jump in her stomach at the nickname. "OK, so, I know you're totally going to call this ridiculous, but before you say anything, please remember that we're friends and I've been there for you and all I'm asking is this one teeny-tiny favor and I'll owe you forever and ever and ever."

When she paused to take a breath, Danny attempted to keep a smile of amusement off of his face and interrupted, "OK, slow down there and just ask me the question."

"Willyougotomyhighschoolreunionwithme?"

"Say again?"

"Fine, Danny, will you pretend to be my boyfriend at my high school reunion?"

She wasn't quite sure how to read the look on Danny's face. There was definite surprise, but something else was there. It wasn't displeasure. He almost looked a little pleased. Why doesn't he look annoyed?

That brief look shifted on his face. He still looked pleased, but in a smirking way. "You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?"

"Yes, jeez, Danny. I didn't think I'd have to plead. I can't go alone and no one else is available. You were last on my list."

"Last, huh? Sure, I believe that."

"So…"

"Yea, ok, I'll go."

"Thanks, Danny! You're the best." As she walked out of his office, she quickly added, "Oh and by the way, it's actually a weekend in the Hamptons. So, yea, great, thanks for coming."

Danny leapt out of his seat and yelled, "Mindy!"

Mindy reluctantly peeked her head into Danny's doorway. "Yes, Danny," she said in her sweetest tone.

"What was that now?"

"I'm sorry! It's part of the reason that I can't go alone and have everyone rub my face in the fact that they're all married with ridiculously cute children. I promise it won't be too terrible."

"You know what's ridiculous? The idea that the fact you went to medical school and became an amazing doctor apparently means nothing to these people if you aren't married with 2.5 kids. Are they insane? They'd be lucky to be in your shoes. Idiots." He looked at her with that faint smile on her face and her eyes shining and added an exasperated, "What?!"

Mindy smiled and softly said, "You think I'm amazing?"

"Oh…um…well…that's not the point."

It was Mindy's turn to smirk. "Kind of is, Dan."

"Yea, OK, whatever. Fine, I'll go for the whole weekend."

"Thank you, Danny," Mindy squealed as she threw herself at him into a hug. "I owe you forever."

Danny watched Mindy walk back to her office and smiled. It was a ridiculous idea, but he could think of worse things than spending the weekend pretending to be her boyfriend. He tried to ignore that fluttering feeling in his chest at the idea of holding her hand again. And dancing and walking into the room with his hand on the small of her back and pretending to be her boyfriend. And sharing a bedroom…

Little did he know that the same thought suddenly occurred to Mindy as she gasped while passing by the main desk.

"Is everything OK, Dr. Lahiri?" Betsy inquired.

"Oh yea, everything's fine." A slight blush came across her face as she wondered what pajamas to bring.