Braccae Tuae Aperiuntur

I'm pretty sure you'll be able to translate this one, yourselves, once you've finished reading.

"Dude, you're lettin' the horses out," Flack stage-whispered to Danny.

"Huh?" Danny regarded the detective quizzically.

"Your Buick ain't in the garage," he hissed, more urgently.

"What the hell are you talkin' about Flack?" Danny asked, waving dismissively at his friend and continuing down the hallway. "I don't have time for codes." He went back to studying the DNA report on his victim.

"Paging Dr. Johnson… Paging Dr. Johnson…" Hawkes grinned as Danny walked by.

Danny looked up and shook his head at the huge smile on the doctor's face. "Eesh. What's with people today?"

"Uh, Danny?" Stella coughed delicately.

"Yeah, Stel?" he said distractedly. He really needed those lab results from Adam.

"Your uh… cucumber has left the salad,' she gestured vaguely. Danny, not looking up, made a snort of derision t the idea of him eating a salad, then turned back down the hallway to go and see the lab tech.

"Adam, have you got those results for me, yet?" He bounced on the balls of his feet, impatiently.

"Sure, here… uh. Dude? You've got Windows on your laptop," Adam cringed and turned to look at something, anything else.

"Of course. The only Mac in this building is our boss. Why wouldn't I have Windows?" Danny took the folder and walked towards the elevator. He ran into Marty who was just exiting.

"Yo, Danny! Someone tore down The Wall and your Pink Floyd is hanging out!"

"Have you been smokin' up on your lunchbreak or something, Marty?"

"I'm just saying… You've got a security breach in Los Pantalones," he laughed.

Danny shook his head, running directly into Mac.

"Danny," he nodded.

"Hey, Mac. No leads yet, but I'm just about to start in on the trace report. I'll have something for you soon."

"Very good. Keep me posted," he turned as if to walk away. "Oh, and Danny?"

"Yeah?" he looked up from his folder again.

"I can see the gun of Navarone."

"… Wha… not you, too, Mac. What's with everyone today?" he shook his head and wandered back to his office.

Once securely within the four walls with the door closed, he let out a huge breath.

"Hey, Messer?" Lindsay grinned as she stared at him standing there. She got up from her seat and moved slowly toward him with a swing in her hips.

"Yeah, Montana?" he grinned back, knowing this was totally going to be worth it.

"Your fly is open," she licked her lips and nuzzled his neck.

"You don't say?" he asked with absolutely no surprise in his voice. "I wonder how that happened?"

"Gee, I can't think of a single reason, can you?" she reached into his zipper and pulled out his hardening cock, stroking him in her hand.

"Well, maybe some hot little number dared me walk around like this and pretend to be clueless in exchange for some really hot sex," he cradled the back of her head and tilted it back so that he could capture her lips with his own. They both closed their eyes and moaned at the contact, his tongue slipping inside her mouth and slowly exploring.

"Mmmm. She sounds like a real tease to me," Lindsay whispered against his lips before opening her mouth and deepening their kiss, tightening her arm around his neck to bring him even closer to her, while her free hand worked his cock faster and harder.

Danny moaned and kissed her for a minute before finally managing to break himself free to ask, "What makes her a tease?"

She slid down his body and kissed the head of his dick, licking slowly around and around the head, making him shudder. She swallowed it for a moment, still pumping the shaft with her hand, before releasing it with a pop. "The fact that her pager went off and she has to go process a dump job on the Lower East Side?" She gave the head one final kiss and a few more tugs before standing up and kissing Danny's lips again. "Sorry, hon, but I'm gonna have to give you a rain cheque."

"Buh… habba… fenna…wha…?" Danny attempted to articulate.

"I owe you one," she said as she tucked him back into his pants and fixed his fly. "I'm really sorry," she kissed his cheek. "Gotta go, bye!"

"Buh… habba… fenna…"

She really had to stop doing that to him.

Author's Note: this one is just a funny little smuttish piece designed to fill in the gap left by my not being able to write more of ETR until I can watch episode 14. I know what I want to do, but I can't do it until I'm sure of my timing/lines/situations/whatever. Therefore, this smut is funnier than usual and actually has gasp other characters in it! Lemme know if you want me to write a second chapter for it.