Character(s): Flack, Danny, Stella
Pairing(s): Flack/Angell
Rating: T
Summary: "You're being facetious" Danny makes a discovery, and Flack discovers who the office gossip is. And Stella's being a wiseass.
Warning(s): Meh, none, really.


Flack folded his arms tightly across his body, facing Danny with defiance. "What?"

His friend smirked, but shook his head. "Nothing, nothing."

"Danno..." His patience with the wise-cracker was growing thin.

"Nothing, it's just..." Danny snickered. "You smell like a girl."

Flack winced. He'd noticed her scent on his shirt ever since she'd worn it that morning, at his apartment. Using it to cover her body as she tied her hair up and made the coffee, she'd managed to leave her smell lingering on the fabric throughout the day, sending him crazy. Everytime he moved, it was another reminder of the previous night, of the way their skin had brushed together, the way her hands tangled in his short hair. It was driving him insane. Now with Danny noticing it, he'd have to think up an excuse, fast.

"Uh... Yeah, that... would be a girl's smell." He agreed, trying to stay nochelant.

Danny grinned. "You got some chick on the go, Flack?"

"I'm... Uh, well..." Don was losing his cool, fast.

And Danny knew it. "What, you gettin' all secretive on me? Means it's someone I know... And since the only girls you wouldn't brag about sleepin' with are ones we work with, and we only work with about eight women... It's not Stell, is it?"

Flack laughed. "Uh... No, Danno. It's not Stella."

He frowned. "You're not gonna tell me, are you?"

"Nope." He replied, slotting a dollar into the machine in the lab break-room.

"Fine. I'll just ask every girl we work with whether you're sleeping with them. So, she's hot?"

"She's hot." Flack confirmed with a grin.

"Feisty?"

"I guess so."

"Good in the sack?" Danny pressed, grinnimg.

"Danno!"

"Sorry. Had to ask. So..." He leaned closer, sniffing the air around Flack. "Smells like vanilla and perfume. Not much, just enough. Means she's not an airhead... so since it's not Linds or Stell, and the only other girl at the lab you'd consider banging is Katie and she's... well, an airhead, it's gotta be someone at your -- oh my god!"

Flack's eyes widened. "Danny! Don't!"

"You! You're totally banging --" The rest of the sentence was cut off by Flack's hand clamping firmly over his mouth.

"Don't!"

The muffled yelps from Danny filled the breakroom, causing what could loosley be described as a 'scene'. Stella came in, looking bemused. "Flack, why are you smothering my CSI?" She asked with interest.

"He doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Just giving him... a practical demonstration..." Flack released Danny, who threw him a dirty look.

"Jeez! You shoulda just told me not to say that you were banging J-"

"Messer..." The threat was sincere, for all intent and purpose.

Stella raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you mean you're trying to stop him spilling the secret that's not really a secret at all?"

"You're being facetious." Don glowered.

She smirked. "You're head hurt from using such a long word?"

"Sure, make fun of the one with only a high school diploma."

Stella rolled her eyes and turned to leave, but paused at the door. "Oh, and honestly? Everyone does know that you're sleeping with Jess." She got halfway down the glass hallway, and could still hear him cursing at his friend. Ah well, she thought cheerfully. All's well that ends well.