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Dangerous Place for a Nap
Danny walked tiredly into the break room. Three straight days of triple shifts had finally caught up with him. Danny put another on another pot of coffee. He was falling asleep at his desk and figured he needed more caffeine. He was about to find out getting three hours sleep in three days was not really the best idea.
Danny sat on the couch to relax for a moment. The coffee wouldn't be ready for a couple minutes anyway. He leaned back and shut his eyes.
A few hours later, Lindsay stopped in the break room at the beginning of her shift. She heard a snore from the couch. Danny had apparently decided to crash there for a while.
"Danny?" she said quietly. The CSI didn't move. She gently poked him. The only response Lindsay got was another snore. Just then Hawkes and Flack walked in.
"Hi guys," Lindsay greeted them. "Danny's passed out on the couch. What do you think we should do with him?" The three discussed it for a few minutes before reaching a decision.
Danny woke up a few hours later to find he wasn't in the same place he fell asleep. He noticed his glasses were sitting right next to him. Putting them on, he took in his surroundings and realized he was in he morgue. Boy, that's a hell of a place to wake up. Danny sat up and then noticed most of his clothes were missing. Uh oh… Having no choice, he got up and went to find his clothes or get more from his locker. Luckily, it was still early and not many people were at the lab yet. He headed upstairs.
After quietly sneaking around for a while, Danny finally spotted his clothes. They were lying just past Mac's office. His glass office. "Shit." he muttered. The last thing he needed was Mac commenting on his current condition. But he couldn't wander around naked in the lab all day, either. Danny sighed and walked over to his clothes just as Mac happened to glance up from his work.
Mac looked up and saw Danny seemed to be missing his clothes. He walked out to talk to him. "Do I even want to know?"
"I fell asleep in the break room late last night so Montana must have taken my clothes. Well, she had some help. I woke up in the morgue. She couldn't have moved me by herself." Danny said, as if that was a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why his clothes were gone.
Mac shook his head and walked away, trying hard not to laugh and failing. Danny put his clothes back on and walked into the break room like nothing happened. He made it a point to not say a word about it to anybody else. He also tried to avoid falling asleep in the break room again. It was dangerous in there.
A/N: Just a few silly thoughts that occurred to me while at work Let me know if you think I'm completely demented. Please read and review. Thanks.