A/N: Kylen gave me this prompt like months ago, but I've just been too busy…then this week at like midnight after having being awake for something like twenty hours or so, I came up with this.
Hope you like the lightheartedness of this one over all the angst of the previous two prompts.
Enjoy!
Danny and Steve are being forced to sit through an evening of stuffy, traditional entertainment because the governor wants their eyes on whatever is going on there. You can decide if things go to hell or not.
Take One For The Team
Danny sat in the back corner of the ballroom, his feet up on a chair, his bow tie untied and his glass half empty - his mood was just as pessimistic.
"You could back me up." Came Steve's voice in Danny's ear over the radio.
"For what?" Danny asked as he finished the last of his beer and turned his attention toward the bar - which happened to be on the other side of the ball room - and decided it wasn't worth getting up again to get another drink. "Nothing is happening tonight. The Governor probably made up that threat just so that we would show up to shake babies and kiss hands."
Steve chuckled.
"That would be so much more funny if I was drunker, but because I'm on duty..."
"And the bar is way over here."
"It's so far away. Be a pal and bring your partner another beer, or twelve, or shots! Steve lets do shots. That would liven up this boring party!"
"We can't do shots," Steve said but he too sighed unhappily.
"You're as bored as I am, I can tell, and the ballroom is starting to empty. Do we really have to stay until this party is over or can we go for burgers and get out of these penguin suits? I can't believe I'm in a full tux – honestly. Who's idea was this in the first place, because whoever it was is fired, and, or, not getting reelected."
"Oh calm down. One, it wasn't my idea so stop your wining. Two, it's our job to do whatever the Governor says, and just because it's been a relatively calm night, doesn't mean the threat wasn't real. So we have to stay until the party is over and we have to leave with the Governor."
"You know, we're just glorified security guards. That's really all we're here to be."
"Like the Secret Service. It's all good."
"No, he's not important enough to have a Secret Service, and we don't like him that much."
"You're right, I'll agree to that, but he's our boss so we're here." Steve stated, placed another glass before Danny and sat down at the table with his partner. "Perimeter is secure."
"Of course it is," Danny stated and sighed. "We're in a windowless, door less, box of a room that is getting way too hot and starting to smell like sweaty people. It's time to end this charade and go home!"
"Oh just drink your beer."
Danny rolled his eyes but did as he was told.
Twelve minutes later, after a mass exodus, Governor Sam Denning made his way toward the back of the ballroom where he saw Danny and Steve. Danny was on the phone - looking busy, but in reality he was saying goodnight to Grace - and Steve stood in the corner, his hands in his pockets as he watched the last of the guests make their way out of the one set of doors. The band had stopped playing an hour ago and they had left way before the last of the stragglers.
"All right, gentlemen, that was a job well done." Sam said as he came to the table. "You can go now."
"Awesome!" Danny stated as he jumped up. "Great party Governor!" He added sarcastically and Steve shot him glare.
"I think it would be best if we made sure you made it to your car, and then we'll have done everything in our power to make sure that the party went off without a hitch."
"My security guys have the car right out front." Denning stated.
"All right, let's go then." Danny said and motioned for the door with more enthusiasm then he'd had all night.
"I wanted to let you both know that you made quite the impression on my guests. I would say they approve of the task-force, and if the people approve that means more funding for you."
"I knew that's what this was about," Danny whispered as he elbowed Steve.
"I'm glad to hear it, Governor. We just want to do our jobs to the best of our ability." Steve said and then glared at his partner again.
"More funding will mean better equipment so that you can keep up the good work." Denning said with a smile as his men stood around outside - looking every bit the part of the Secret Service - while the limousine driver came around from the driver side and opened the door for the Governor.
"Well, gentlemen, I thank you again." Sam stated with half his body in the car but he had paused momentarily.
"Steve gun!" Danny yelled as he drew his weapon and the driver jumped and fumbled with the weapon he'd slipped out of his waist band.
Steve dove forward - tackling the Governor into the car and putting himself between Denning and the shooter while Danny held the man at gun point and shouted orders while he took the weapon away and handcuffed the man.
Within moments the situation was under control, HPD were on the scene and the driver was taken into custody. One of the security men climbed into the limousine and drove off in the convoy with the Governor while Danny and Steve were left on the curb.
"I guess the threat was real," Danny said with a sigh.
"It's a good thing we were here."
Danny rolled his eyes. "You know what this means, don't you?"
"We'll have to go to all the Governor's parties." Steve said and this time he looked as unenthusiastic as Danny felt.
"We're screwed."
"I think it's time for those shot."
