One shot fic
Inspired by Fergie's "Clumsy"
She hopes that her day goes uneventable. Sure she's had the floater to process in the pond near Central Pond, and the little girl who threw her lollipop in her hair when she had to talk to the girl's mother but who hasn't.
She had been on the job at the NY Crime Lab for less than a year, and already she's been known as the lab klutz. People tended to try to avoid her when she was carrying evidence in fear of her dropping it.
But she knew that she never experienced this before she came to New York. She couldn't explain and it was beginning to affect her work. She didn't know what bothered her more: the fact that she was so clumsy or that she became even clumsier when Danny Messer was around.
She never acted this way around men. Never. When she around Mac, Adam and Hawkes, she wasn't nervous and she didn't mess up. But when Messer was around, things happened.
For starters, it was the damn sexy.I mean, strong Staten Island accent that makes her anxious. But anxious in a good way.
And she had to admit that her clumsiness paid off when she accidentally knocked the soda can out of his hand and it spilled on his shirt. She followed him to the locker room and she didn't know how to react when he started to take off that shirt. The first layer came off and she about fell to the floor when she saw his biceps bulging out of the wife beater shirt.
Of course she managed to get him good with the soda and it leaked onto his wife beater. He stripped off the wife beater and tossed it on the bench with the other shirt. She had to fight the urge to have him right on the bench, but she was disappointed when he began to put a clean pair of shirts on.
She had to admit, it does pay off to be clumsy.
The end.
