A/N: Someone requested a new H50 story from me. Probably not what they had in mind, but I couldn't resist. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own. If I did, we'd have a lot more of this and a lot less of what is actually running on TV.
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The absent-minded look at the incoming text message turned into one of disbelief and shock. He looked across the room to where his partner was standing in his office, mobile phone in hand, losing every last bit of colour from his usually tan face. Their eyes met, and no more words were needed. It was true.
"This is a sick joke!" he whispered hoarsely, willing his legs to move. He needed to get to his partner, needed to know that he wasn't alone in this.
"She's gonna regret this!" the other man hissed through his teeth, shock replaced with anger and determination.
"Hey, babe, please don't do anything rash. I'm sure we can figure this out." He placed a soothing hand on his partner's shoulder, only to have the other man violently jerking away.
"She had NO right to do this!"
Danny took a deep breath and looked at his mobile phone again. No, the message was undeniably still there, staring back at him menacingly:
From: Shrinkerbell
Sent: 10:30 a.m.
Message: Sorry, but I forgot to tell you about your homework assignment. You're going to have a date night. Tonight, 8:00 p.m., black tie. Table reserved at ...
Oh yes, he'd heard of this place. Very posh, very expensive, informally dubbed "Proposal Factory", because it was so sickeningly romantic that every night at least one couple seemed to pop the question there.
"Do you think there's any way we can get out of this?" Steve asked, glowering at the small screen as if he could burn away the message just by looking at it.
"I'm afraid not. You heard her this morning. We've already weaselled out of too many homework assignments. One more and she'll tattle on us to Denning," Danny sighed.
"Oh, all right then," Steve groaned in frustration. "I'll dust off my tux and pick you up at seven-thirty."
"Why on earth would you want to pick me up?" Gone was the paleness, gradually being replaced with a distinct shade of vermilion.
"Because it's a date night, Danno!"
The cousins barely managed to avoid collision with the tornado coming in their direction. "Hey Road Runner and Coyote, watch it!" Chin shouted after the partners, just a split second before the door slammed shut behind them.
His cousin shot him a sideways look. "You're aware that we're dead meat when they find out?"
Chin smiled enigmatically. "Not if we manage to collect enough blackmail material before they do."
Kono giggled. "I love the way you think, cuz! Meet you there at eight-fifteen?"
"Yeah, and bring a backup camera. I'd hate for this to be lost to posterity."
"Cuz?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think either of them checked the calendar?"
Chin's gleeful smirk turned into a chuckle. "Somehow I doubt it ..."