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A faculty member of the School of American Ballet was found dead in his office.
Danny and Lindsay were checking one of the many studios for evidence. Across the hall a class was in session, Danny glanced up and watched for a few minutes.
"A guy is not meant to bend like that, I'm tellin ya," he said.
"Danny, you played baseball, I'm sure you used to have stretch, right?" she asked.
"Yeah but all that hip thrustin' and gyratin', I just can't see myself doin it," he said.
"Well you are definitely good at it, and seem to have no problem with it," she smirked at him.
He looked at her shocked she had said it out loud in front of 'mixed company.'
So he said all he could say, "Good to know." He grinned at her, and couldn't help but lick his lips.
A/N: I got this idea from watching 'Center Stage' LOL. Although it didn't quite turn out the way I wanted.