A/N: This is just a short little triple drabble of not exactly 300 words to get me started. And on a different topic, I am of the opinion that Daniel knows Nathalie is a hallucination. Not really important to this story but to the next it will be.
Disclaimer: Sadly Perception does not belong to me.
"What did you do?"
He didn't even bother to put down the paper, green eyes fixed on the sport results at the bottom of the page. He could picture the face of the voice perfectly clear without visual aide anyway, thank you very much.
She was sitting across from him wearing that look. The look that meant she wasn't going to let this go without some kind of satisfactory outcome.
"Daniel. What did you do?" The voice wasn't accusatory, just curious. Ready to give advice he wouldn't listen to anyway. And ignoring her would not help in the least. It never does.
A second later he could feel her breathing over his left shoulder. God, he hates it, when people do that. Sighing, he started to put down his reading material, folding it neatly. Caressing every crease with special care. Everything to avoid the conversation with his best friend.
"Don't you have to be somewhere?" he said instead, concentrating hard on adjusting the folded paper to his contentment.
"Stop dodging the question."
He looked at her sideways, peering over the rim of his glasses and – as always – succumbed to Nathalie's prying.
"I doubt it's what I did." His admission only made the blonde woman smile. The way one side of his mouth turned upwards when he said the words a little too slowly to not know exactly what he did.
"So you said something that upset her. Then go and apologize."
Daniels head moved slightly when he snorted in answer. As if it were that easy. As if he could knock on her door in the middle of the night and... and what exactly? Take back the truth?
"Go away, Nat." He was so not in the mood to discus Kate with her. He wanted to brood. Or ignore it and pretend nothing happened next time Kate called. Well, if she ever calls again that is.
