A/N. I blame this fic on the writers of episode 7.12 "Holding Cell" – All the usual 'Danny isn't married' provisos apply here.
"Buy you a drink when we're done?"
Danny almost stiffened next to Don, but forced himself to stay relaxed. It couldn't mean what Danny thought it meant. What he wished it meant. They went for drinks all the time, but the wording threw Danny for a loop.
"Yeah, ok." It was all he could say.
Luckily; at least for him, their person of interest ran, and Danny's crush was suddenly the last thing on his mind. He and Flack played their parts perfectly; taking the suspect down and setting his blonde hostage free. They worked well together. It made Danny proud, but also frustrated the hell out of him. Anything that did or didn't happen between them may affect the balance, and Danny didn't want suspects getting away while they were busy dealing with their issues.
Danny was pulled from his musings by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Don.
"You ready to go?" Danny opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Flack just smiled and gave Danny the time he needed to compose himself.
"Don," He spoke eventually. "What you said… Did you… Did it…" Danny's confused ramblings were cut off by a pair of warm lips on his. Flack's kiss was firm but reassuring, and Danny surrendered to it immediately. When they parted, Danny was wearing a dopey smile that usually resided on Don's face.
"So," Flack smiled widely. "How 'bout that drink?"
The End.