Author's Note: I own nothing, I make nothing from this. Please let me know what you think. This takes place After the Kiss (see the story in my list). I used Chris Pine's Los Feliz home as my inspiration for Danny's.

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She was following him home in her car; she knew where his place was, logically, but for some reason it seemed like a good idea to follow him. He had pointed out as they walked to their cars, that his was a Range Rover with plenty of room for strollers and car seats. She'd laughed and got into her car without comment.

And now she was following him through West Hollywood and toward the Griffiths Observatory then, veering to the right along the ridge and finally to his gates that opened for their entry.

Soon, they were parked and he was reaching into his car then placing a device on the passenger visor in hers.

"What's that?" Jordan asked as she leaned into her car to watch what he was doing.

"The gate opener," Danny said, not losing a beat. "Then you can get in whenever you like."

"O-kay," Jordan said as she shut her door.

"And here," Danny said as he handed her a set of keys.

"For the house?" Jordan asked with a raised eyebrow.

He just nodded and then walked ahead of her toward the front door.

"The code is…"

He said as he started to plug in numbers.

"Danny, you don't need to…"

He finished the numbers and then turned the handle to open the door. Then he turned to look at her.

"I'm not worried that you're going to steal my silverware," Danny chuckled.

"Are you sure you want…?"

"I am," he said sincerely. "Stay the night, see what you think. Stay longer, if you want. I'm…open."

"When did you get these keys made?" Jordan asked.

"I got an Intern to make them today," Danny said as he gestured for her to go inside ahead of him. "The code is 65091760"

"September 17th, 1965 is your birthday," Jordan said as she walked inside. "60 is for Studio 60?"

Danny just smiled at her and shut the door behind them, throwing his keys into a dish on a table.

"Maybe we should change it to 73051060," Danny quipped. "Your birthday."

"Your house is gorgeous," Jordan said, ignoring him as she walked further into the house, abandoning him at the door.

Danny smirked, he knew she'd like it.

"I used to belong to R & B musician Otis Clay," Danny said.

"How long have you owned it?" Jordan asked.

"Four years," Danny admitted.

Jordan walked through the mid-century modern bungalow with peaked and sloped exposed wood ceilings, walls of windows and open concept rooms. It was masculine without looking like a frat house, eclectic, airy, and comfortable just like Danny. There were piles of books around, a sax on a stand in the corner, plants, and throw rugs. The furniture was also mid-century, in keeping with the house. The back wall was windows looking out onto a pool, there were two large and yet humble bedrooms, and wood floors that felt warm and creaky when you walked on them.

"It's perfect," Jordan sighed as she turned to face him.

Danny smiled and walked toward the wall of windows. He hit a button and they retracted to make the indoors and the outdoors one.

Jordan walked through the opening toward the pool and it's private shrubbed yard.

"This was a good find," Jordan said as she looked back at him.

"It really was," Danny smiled at he put his hands in his pockets. "They were looking for a quick sale; he was going into a retirement community to help with his medical needs."

"This is exactly what I'd buy, you selling?" Jordan joked.

"No, but I'm happy to share," Danny smiled.

Jordan walked toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You don't think we're moving too quick?"

"I'm a man who knows what he wants," Danny said. "And you're a woman who gets what she wants."

Jordan laughed quietly and snuggled into his frame.

"We're not twenty," Danny admitted. "I think between the two of us, we know what we want, and we don't need to piss away a year to make sure."

Jordan nodded against him.

"There's a great room for the baby," Danny said as she looked toward the spare room. "Cal, Matt, and my mom are the only ones who've slept there but we could clear out the…"

"What food do you have?" Jordan interrupted as she pulled away from him and walked toward his refrigerator. "I'm hungry."

Danny walked up behind her and watched her face light up as she opened the fridge.

"This is what an adult's fridge looks like," Danny said with a chuckle as they looked inside at the fruit, vegetables, packed meals, milk, condiments, and other food items.

"I could get used to this," Jordan said with a smile as she reached for some carrots.

"You should," Danny said as he leaned his hips back against the counter behind him.

Jordan turned to look at him and shut the fridge door behind her.

"Anything else?"

"There's a guest house and a hot tub," Danny said as he took her by the hand and lead her through the master bedroom and out a little door. "And a secret garden."

Jordan looked around at the small metal bistro table and chairs sitting in the small, completely enclosed garden. She smiled.

"Why did Matt and Cal and your mom stay in the spare bedroom and not the guest house?" Jordan asked as she walked around the perimeter of the small garden.

"My mom stayed in it because she doesn't like staying in strange places by herself, Cal because he was too drunk to safely find it, and Matt because it was being renovated the same time he was hiding from Harriet."

"A renovated guest house? Intriguing," Jordan said. "Why'd you renovate?"

"Otis used it as a studio," Danny supplied and looked down at his feet shyly. "There were a lot of drugs used in there by the musicians and after a few years of living here, I decided that I truly needed to clean house."

"Like a cleansing?" Jordan asked.

"Something like that," Danny nodded. "And the pot smell was a bit strong."

Jordan laughed.

"Can I ask why, after 11 years?" Jordan asked shyly.

"You can ask, but I'm not sure it's an answer you want to hear," Danny said quietly.

"I want to know, I'm admitting that," Jordan said. "But I also don't want you to feel pressured to…"

"I saw an old friend, one who hadn't stopped using," Danny said, not meeting her eyes. "And, despite everything I had learned, all I had suffered…I thought I was so cured that one hit would be…nothing."

"You had eleven years of sobriety," Jordan said as she walked toward him. "I can see how you'd…"

"Be a pompous prick who thought I was sooo cured that drug couldn't touch me?" Danny asked.

"Just the once?"

Danny met her eyes and shook his head in the negative.

"But on Monday…"

"On Sunday, despite feeling like a total failure and a complete loser…"

"Danny," Jordan cautioned him as she took his hand in hers.

"I made it to a meeting," Danny said as he met her eyes. "I started again."

Jordan smiled at him, but he could see the worry behind her eyes.

"And that's what's scary, isn't it?" Danny said as he took a cleansing breath. "My life wasn't spiraling out of control, I hadn't been dumped, I hadn't lost a job or…everything was fine. Good, in fact. And it still happened."

"Was that your first relapse?" Jordan asked him.

He nodded, surprised she went in that direction.

"So now you know," Jordan said as she took his other hand in hers.

He looked at her perplexed.

"Now you know you aren't stronger than the drug, then the alcohol, then…anything," Jordan said. "I don't think you're ever going to think that again. But maybe, you needed to know it."

His brow crinkled, he was speechless.

"Really? You're not worried?" Danny asked.

"I'm far less worried now that I know why, and how," Jordan said softly. "I think, like anyone, you could relapse, but you won't."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I'm moving in," Jordan said with a smile. "And you'd never let down a child."

Danny was completely awestruck in that moment, so he did the only thing he could think of; he kissed her.