A/N: This is my first fic that I've ever posted on here, so constructive criticism is always appreciated. No flames though, pretty please.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: NY or Legally Blonde: The Musical. I wish.

That is the elephant in the room.

Well is it relevant to presume, that a hottie in that costume,

Is automatically-radically, Ironically chronically,

Certainly pertin'tly, Genetically medically,

Gay! Officially Gay! Officially gay gay gay gay...

Damnit!

Stella stood in her office, intently looking outside of the glass walls that surrounded it. Her shift had ended only moments ago, and her plan had been to go home and make herself something to eat, read a new romance novel she had bought a few weeks ago, and attempt to get a few hours of sleep before her next shift.

Until she saw this.

Don Flack pacing back and forth in the hallway of the crime lab. Waiting for something.

'But what?'she wondered. 'Why on earth would he be here? It's his day off.'

All she knew was that it would be worth not sleeping for another few minutes to see what was going on.

-- -- -- --

Twenty minutes later, Flack was in the same place he was earlier, and Stella's nosy (and impatient) nature was getting the best of her.

"Come on! I wanna know what's going on already! Hurry up!" she grumbled to herself.

Another ten minutes passed before she found out what (or more specifically, who) Flack had been waiting for all this time.

A person came around the corner, but Stella couldn't tell who it was. Flack and the mystery person hugged each other for several minutes. She didn't know who the other person was, but she could see by the intimacy of the hug that it was more than two friends. Stella could barely contain her curiosity as the two people outside finally broke their embrace, after sharing a very passionate kiss. She struggled to see if she could make out what the two people were saying by reading their lips, but to no avail.

They finally walked into a more well-lit area, and her heart momentarily stopped from the shock she experienced by what she saw.

It was Danny.

"Danny Messer, Mr. I-don't-cuddle was actually hugging Flack?" she said to herself.

'Wait,' she thought to herself, 'does this mean that Don is gay? I mean, it does kind of explain why he never talks about going on dates with women. And why he hangs out with Danny so often. And his taste in ties…'

"Nah," she said to herself, "he couldn't be."

'Could he?'