OK so here is one of the random stories. This, I think is going to go off an idea that I mentioned in one of my other stories. It's rated T if you think I should change that let me know and I am not going into detail because I still cant figure out how to write it but I will try to come close. It's going to probably get a few more updates but it is probably going to be updated randomly in the next week or so. Also I wrote this because I had a lot of beginnings that I had no clue where to go with. This will have all of those because it does work well with this fic and this fic goes around what we barely know about the first few episodes of season 3.

One last thing, only because I want to make this interesting. I am going to make a deal with all of you. If this does not happen in the first or second episode of the season I will update all my chapter fic's for you all. But I am more leaning towards the argument. So if it does not happen by the end of the second ep you all will get updates on that weekend.

Thanks for reading and please review.

One night I was remembering the times with the Hawks before every thing got complicated. I was having a glass of wine thinking to my selfhow my life could get any more complicated. Then I thought that this new job was not going to help. There's going to have to be a new definition of crazy. This job was offered to me and of course it took some talking into but I accepted it.

On my first day today I could have sworn I saw Nico. That's probably just my mind trying to confuse me. I'm not even sure how he would act to me if it was him. We kind of didn't part on good terms. I wouldn't blame him if he did ignore me. Maybe it is just getting to me making that one mistake. Maybe my heart is telling my mind what I did wrong. Part of me hopes that I didn't see Nico that day; hell I was trying to convince myself that I never saw him. It didn't work out that way.

The next day when I decided to go into the elevator so I could go up and talk to Mr. McClane, because I was not entirely sure what my schedule was like, heck I didn't even know the details of my job. I could have sworn I saw him again right when the elevator doors shut. At this point if my conciseness had a sense of humor it was sure a twisted sense. Ok, so it might be time to consider that he might be around.

Ok so it was him I had a meeting with Mr. McClane and he told me that I would be working with someone that I knew and at that point he walked into the room. At first I was shocked even after I kind of already knew he was there, so that shock was kicked out the window. So of course I gave him a little wave and a shy smile. Once Mr. McClane finished what he said about a plane and a rising star and told us we had until morning to sort out the obvious tension between us. Part of me wished he didn't say that because at first it was fine and from the outcome of us trying to avoid talking was well worth it. But it hurt both of us one way or another.

Nico left the room without saying anything and I could not find him throughout the day. I had just assumed that he didn't want to talk. So I went home and after a few hours of reading and a glass of wine I went to sleep. Of course I got woken up around 3 and was frustrated because we had to leave in 4 hours. So I went down stairs and as I opened the door I asked him

"Nico, can't it wait until later?"

He responded like it was an order "We were told to talk and I am here to talk."

This time I knew I was squinting at him and I went ballistic on him. "Well I'm sorry, apparently trying to get your attention is so easy it only took until three in the morning for you to say a single word to me."

"I seem to recall you doing the same thing a while back." I thought to myself he just went there and it did strike a nerve and it just made this stupid argument worse. Somehow we got into the kitchen and the only thing in between us was the island.

Then the yelling started."Nico, that's completely different. You were gone for six months and I'm pretty sure that you had no intention on coming back. You should have just stayed there." I didn't mean what I just said to him. By now he was by the shorter side of the island.

"You know what, your right I had no intention on coming back. I should have just stayed."

"Then why didn't you?!"

"Because I felt bad for you. People in your life abandon you. Ray cheated on you, J.D was moving too fast for you, Donnally is just a messed up story. Oh and your son, sure part of it is him being a teenage boy but he left you too. Then there's me, I left because you pushed me away. Your just as bad as I am when it comes to the people you care about; you just push them away until they want to leave."

I was pissed, how the hell could he compare me to him? "You might want to shut up"

"Or what Danielle, you're going to push me away. Guess what, you've already done that. Next time you might want to be careful because it gets lonely all by yourself, that's from prior experience."

"So what, I'm doomed to repeat what you did?"

"ooo your coming offal close."

"No, the one thing I will not admit to is…" I'm not quite sure how it happened or who started it but the next thing I knew was both of us were in this long, hard kiss. He pushed me towards the corner of the counter making it seemed like he didn't want me to escape. His arms were on both sides of me and he pushed up against me making sure I couldn't move. He started to kiss my neck. What the hell are we doing? I went with it, I'm not quite sure why but I did, we both did. Somehow we ended up in my bed.

I woke up to find no one next to me but instead he was almost completely dressed and the only thing he had to say was "come on, we're going to be late."

So I did what my mind considers a safe mechanism I got up and got change and I also went to my sarcastic tone. "Yes because the privet plane will leave without us."

We didn't talk about what happened that night. I should have known that things would get complicated because of not talking and it did. He drove me over to the plane and we barely talked on the drive but I did find out some stuff on the plane ride back home. And those bottled upped emotions, thoughts, things that should be said, will come back to bite me in the ass.