Disclaimer: I own none of these characters except for maybe the occasional OC that I may slip in here and there. But other than that, they aren't mine. If they were I wouldn't be writing. I would be making videos J

Rating: M for slash, language, and anything else that doesn't seem appropriate for the little kids.

A/N: Could really use some inspirations for future stories, cause I'm running kind of dry on ideas. Leave me a comment or send me a message if you have any ideas.

Around 8:30 Danny woke to the smell of coffee and shuffling in what he thought was his kitchen. Through his haze he wasn't entirely sure what was going on. He looked towards the kitchen and saw Flack in a pair of shorts and a wife beater.

"Holy fuck! So that's what he's been hiding underneath all those suits!" Danny thought to himself.

"Shit where the fuck am I? Oh god, please tell me… NO! We didn't, did we? No way. What the fuck?" Danny's thoughts were going a mile a minute

He looked around the room and noticed Flack still hadn't noticed he was up. He wanted to say something but he was unsure of what he should say.

"Flack? How the hell did I get here?" Danny asked with fear coating his words.

"You don't remember anything?"

"If I did would I really be asking you?" Danny responded in his typical smart-ass manner.

"Christ, calm down. You're here, because somehow you manage to walk all the way from whatever bar you were occupying. You also managed to fall down drunk, and not make an ass out of yourself. Which for you Messer is rather surprising." Flack said leaving out some details because he really didn't want to scare Danny away.

"Is that all that happened?" Danny asked timidly.

"Yeah, man." Flack had said it in such a way that made Danny sure something else happened. He feared for the worst at this point. Now the hole he built for himself just got a whole lot bigger.

He had to get out of New York City. He had to get away from everything that drove him crazy, and everything that he felt was ruining his life.

"Hey do you want me to drive you to the bar to get your car so you can get ready for work?" Flack asked.

"Yeah, please."

About 10 minutes later the two men showed up at the bar, and Flack dropped Danny off. Danny went home and showered and got dressed for work, and popped a couple more aspirin in hopes of getting rid of the raging headache.

Once he arrived at work, he knew what had to be done. His plan needed to be executed flawlessly or else this could end badly. But Danny really tried to take Flack's advice to heart and wanted to give it a couple days before he made any rash decisions.

Danny headed straight to the evidence room to pick up a box of evidence from their most recent case that he hadn't had the chance to finish processing yet. Sometimes work was his worst enemy because he was alone, and could dwell on the things that pissed him off the most. He struggled trying to recall the events of last night, but as of yet he couldn't even remember how in the hell he got to Flack's place in the first place.

"If only Flack knew, he'd kill me…"

An all too perky blonde that he wasn't really in the mood to deal with right now, or today in general for that matter disturbed his thoughts.

"Hey, Danny." She said.

"Hi, Monroe." Danny said in an unenthusiastic monotone.

"God, Danny what's your problem?" Lindsay responded in her usual whiny voice.

She walked over to Danny and placed her fingers on her on his upper arm. He flinched at her touch because it was unwelcomed but he didn't bother to say anything because he was done with everything.

Flack stopped in front of the glass wall and saw the spectacle before him. It bothered the hell out of him that Monroe was all over Danny. But what made things a little better was the obvious disgust portrayed on Danny's face. He walked alongside the wall and turned into the doorway and walked up to Danny. When Lindsay saw him she backed away a little in fear of her obvious crush getting out into the open more than it was.

Flack leaned in super close to Danny and put his arm over his shoulders.

"I'm gonna pretend like I need you somewhere, and you're gonna follow me so she will stop pissin' you off." Flack said barely audible

The words made Danny shiver. Flack's warm breath against his ear, and his intoxicating scent filling his nostrils.

"How did you…" Danny tried to get out.

"Don't worry about it." Flack interrupted.

Flack and Danny walked down the hallway leaving Lindsay in utter horror.

"Thanks for saving me. You didn't have to. I can handle my own." Danny said slightly embarrassed

"I know but I really felt like pissin' Lindsay off. I have to head down to the station, I have some paperwork I have to do before I get stuck on another case."

"Ok. See ya later?'

"Always." Flack said with a slight drawl.

Flack turned around and walked away, and ran into Stella on his way out. She was definitely a beautiful woman and could not understand why she and Mac haven't got together yet.

"Hey Flack, I got something for you." She said as she handed him a note and briskly walked away before he read it.

"Seems kinda juvenile to be passin' notes, Stella." He thought to himself jokingly.

He stuffed the note in his pocket and decided to read it once he got to the station. It wasn't very far from the crime lab, which is why he didn't mind shuffling back and forth. He had always been interested in science, and how it was helpful in helping solve cases. But he didn't feel like it was something he could do day in and day out.

Unfortunately for Flack, curiosity got the best of him and he couldn't help but pull the note out of his pocket and read it.

'Go for it.'

"What the hell does that mean?" Flack was so puzzled by the mystery note that he received from Stella.

Meanwhile, Danny was back at the lab, and though Flack did grant him some reprieve from the Montana girl from hell, it wasn't nearly enough.

"So, Danny, would you want to go out for drinks tonight?" She asked while simultaneously trying to flirt with him.

"Lindsay, can you just leave me alone for 5 fuckin' minutes. Are you oblivious to the fact I'm not in the mood to fuckin' talk right now? I want to get my shit done with as little interaction as possible with anyone else." Danny said more than a little irritated.

"Danny why do you have to be such an asshole?" She asked, clearly offended by his choice of words.

Danny was going to respond when his cell vibrated alerting him that he had a text message.

"From: Don Flack

Sent: 11/13/2006 at 11:15 a.m.

Message: Drinks at 8 p.m. Be there. You're goin' if I have to drag your ass out. I hope you're having a better day, Dann-o."

He couldn't help but smile at Flack's obvious display of care for the younger man. Lindsay caught Danny's smile and glanced over his shoulder. Now was she was more than a little offended. She couldn't understand why Danny was blowing her off to be with Flack. Sure, he's cute and all, but he doesn't have breasts, which is something she was sure Danny wanted.

Danny quickly told Flack that his day was getting a little better with his help, and he owed it to him to show up. Lindsay also happened to see that text before Danny slid his phone back in his pocket. He went back to processing evidence hoping that the day would go a little faster.

Finally, after getting called out to a case, and processing the remaining evidence, it was time to go home. He was admittedly nervous to go out with Flack, but he couldn't understand why. He decided that he definitely needed a shower before he went out with his best friend.

After he was all dressed and ready, he left for the bar. It was the usual place they went when it was just the two of them. They couldn't stand going to Sullivan's and talking shop all night after a long day at work.

He walked in and looked around for Flack but couldn't find him anywhere, so he took a booth in the back. It was more enjoyable back there because they could maintain a conversation without having to shout.

15 minutes had passed by and he thought Flack may have been caught up at work and hadn't had the chance to let him know. He ordered a drink and lit up a cigarette.

30 minutes passed by and still no sign of Flack. He knew Flack wouldn't bail on him but with the way his luck has been anything could happen.

45 minutes had passed by and he was getting ready to leave when he saw the most gorgeous man walk through the door. He quickly realized that man was Flack.

"What the hell is he wearing…More often please…" Danny said. Those were his last coherent thoughts before Flack sat down. Everything about Flack made it impossible to function.