Thanks for the generous reviews, favorites, and follows. This chapter is a request specifically from AnnabethandPercyJackson17, a kiss between Daniel/Henley.

So, I'D LIKE TO WARN ANY READERS THAT AREN'T INTO THE ROMANCE. This chapter is the most Daniel/Henley I've ever incorporated, and the story as a whole has a more dramatic tone than a funny one. And I apologize if the ending wasn't quite what you all wanted. :)

Nevertheless, I hope I have completed the request successfully and I hope all the Daniel/Henley lovers enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own J. Daniel Atlas or Henley Reeves, or Now You See Me

Kiss

Daniel opened the door to the house at 10:00 pm. He had been running all over town picking up supplies for a new magic trick. Unfortunately, the magic trick was very complicated and required many different objects that may or may not have all been legal. It had been a very long day and Daniel was physically and mentally exhausted. He just wanted to eat a quick dinner then head straight to bed.

But Daniel should've known that fate loved to bother him by making things the exact opposite of what he wanted.

When Daniel came home, he found his partners in the kitchen surrounded by beer cans. Henley stood on the kitchen table chugging beer down. Merritt and Jack also had beer in their hands, and were cheering her on.

"Hey Daniel!" Merritt exclaimed as he came over to Daniel and pat him on the back. "You made it just in time to join the party!"

Daniel rubbed his temples, "I thought we said no parties. But of course, you would choose the day I'm not here to buy, what is that, 12 packs of beer? I know how well you and Jack can hold your liquor down but that does mean that it's okay – Wait!" Daniel looked over at Henley. "How much did Henley drink?" Daniel demanded.

Jack gave a carefree smile. "Relax," Jack said as he stood up, swaying as he walked towards Daniel. "She said she was good with liquor. So don't be a party pooper Danny-kins."

"No no no no no no," Daniel muttered. He went over and lifted Henley off the table. "She has a very low alcohol tolerance!"

"HEY DANNY!" Henley said in a slurred protest. "You can't move the queen off her throne. Off with your head!" Henley was clearly more drunk than a sailor on a holiday.

Merritt saw that this was going to end badly for him if he didn't leave quickly. Daniel just might kill him this time. Merritt said, "Daniel, how about I deal with Jack and you help Henley? Jack isn't too bad, but he's tipsy. Anyways, she should be fine. Just give her some water and have her eat something," Merritt took Jack by the shoulders and hastily exited the kitchen before Daniel could protest.

"Relax Dannnnnnny," Henley slurred. "I'm not drunk. Just a teensy tiny bit intoximated! Or was it untoxitated? I dunno, never was that great at spelling."

Daniel could feel a huge headache coming on. Daniel didn't get drunk very often, since he was always so busy. And now, he recalled exactly why he didn't drink. Vaguely, he remembered that Merritt said he should get her a glass of water.

Suddenly, Henley began to poke Daniel. She poked lightly, sparingly for a few pokes. Then, she just started jabbing him repeatedly in the side.

At first, Daniel was so absorbed in his thoughts didn't notice. But after a while, he said tired, "What Henley?"

"I gotta peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…" Henley complained.

"Then go," Daniel replied. He went over to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for her.

Henley got up and stumbled left and right. As she swayed, she yelled, "HEY DANNY! I'm doing it I'm doing – OUCH! DANNNNNNNNNY! How could you let this happen to me! I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOO UPSET DANNY! THE WALL WAS IN MY WAY!" Henley screamed after she ran into the wall.

Daniel sighed and walked over to help her up. He supposed this was one of the many mood-swings that Henley would go through in her drunk state. He led her to the bathroom slowly. As he guided her, she ranted about how awful he was.

When Henley got out of the bathroom, she looked a little better. Daniel almost thought she had sobered up. He walked up to her and held out the glass of water. He felt that maybe his luck had begun to turn around.

"I love you, you love me, we're are happy family…" Henley sang as she skipped over to Daniel. And just as Henley's hand went to take the glass, she said, "HEY DANNY! I think I feel much better I –" Henley was interrupted when she threw up.

Henley's barf aimed straight for Daniel. And Henley had impeccable aim.

Daniel didn't say anything, but began to rub his temples, which were aching by now. He led Henley over to the kitchen chair, gave her the water, told her to stay put, and went to go change. He also told himself to get some Aspirin because this was going to be a difficult night.

When he came back, Henley was waving her arms around wildly. She spotted him and said, "HEY DANNY!"

Daniel wondered how she still had so much energy. He noticed she had drank the glass of water and remembered that Henley should eat something. Going along with her, he said, "What now, Henley?"

"I'm so happy!" Henley said dramatically. "I feel on top of the world! We are the greatest magicians ever! Let's go out to town! Let's make a riot! Let's party it up! Let's go skinny-dipping! Let's go to the beach! LIFE IS GREAT!" she cheered. She kicked her feet up on the table and laughed.

"I guess this is the happiness mood," Daniel said to himself. He was in the kitchen taking out bread to make two pieces of toast. He made one for himself, since dinner was still on his mind, and one for the drunken Henley.

He sat across form Henley and handed her the plate with her piece of toast. "Here Henley," Daniel said.

Henley picked up the toast and then suddenly gave a flirty smile. "Hey Danny," she purred, "this is kind of romantic. Just the two of us, eating toast, hm?"

Daniel knew she was in another mood, romantic perhaps, but still he couldn't help but faintly blush. Figuring it was best to just go along with her moods, he smiled and said, "Why of course m'lady. Allow me to pour you some more water?"

And, Daniel had to admit, the quick 10 minute dinner with Henley was great. Though Henley talked about mummies, unicorns, and rainbows, Daniel managed to follow her random drunk tangents and found himself having a good time.

After they ate, Daniel led Henley to her bedroom so that she could sleep. He said, "Alright Henley, it's time to sleep."

And then, faster than Daniel could even process, Henley began sobbing.

"I… I'm so sad… Daniel… why am I not good enough for you?" Henley cried.

"Who said that you weren't good enough for me?" Daniel was confused. She was sad, he understood that part, but he didn't get what she was talking about. "Calm down Henley, you're amazing."

Henley sniffled, "You are so arrogant, such a jerk, and you're ego is the size of the universe. I don't understand why I like you but I do." Henley wiped some of her tears away using the corner of her blanket.

Daniel was now more shocked than confused. Quietly, he asked, "You like me?"

Henley glared through her tears, "YES you idiot! Always did. But no, you don't like me back."

"You've never even asked if I liked you!" Daniel said defensively.

Henley laughed bitterly, "Of course I didn't ask. My heart couldn't take it if I got a definite rejection. And did I even have to ask – YOU BROUGHT HOME A GIRL FOR EVERY CARD IN YOUR DECK! The magic trick on the building? You showed me that too, and used the red Queen of Hearts. Only difference is that I didn't sleep with you after!" By now Henley was shouting and angry and crying all at once.

Daniel was very upset too. "WELL HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW HOW YOU FEEL? I'm pretty sure you didn't seem interested in me when you flirted with that Spanish guy, or the Australian you met while waiting in line for the bathroom!" he yelled.

"I WASN'T FLIRTING! He asked me directions to a restaurant!" Henley exclaimed, "And if you could just keep your temper in check maybe you'd see that for once, life doesn't revolve around you. Maybe you'd see that I don't care about the Spanish or Australian guy when I have this egocentric, handsome, annoying, talented, emotionless, amazing guy that's too much of a handful for –"

Henley was interrupted when Daniel kissed her.

Daniel didn't know what made him act so impulsively. He had unintentionally brought up his jealousy and then Henley was complimenting him in her weird way. His eyes found her lips and suddenly, he just lost control and brought his face close to hers. Part of him wanted to shut her up, part of him just wanted to kiss her.

And even as Daniel analyzed what had happened, he was still kissing her. She was extremely shocked, but soon tilted her head and wrapped her arms around him. He didn't let go of her, but took one of his hands and wiped the tears off her face.

Finally, they broke apart.

Daniel was flushed and panting. He was very surprised that Henley was such a great kisser. And though his jealousy would certainly bring that up in another conversation. But for now, he just hugged her. He said quietly, "Henley, I like you too."

Henley was also hugging Daniel when she froze. "W-what was that?" Henley, even in her drunken and tearful state, didn't want to jump to conclusions on something that could practically give her a heart attack.

Daniel laughed at Henley's sudden shyness. He held her by the shoulders and faced her clearly, making eye contact. "Once more then? Henley, I like you very much."

Henley's whole face lit up. She didn't say anything, but brought her lips towards his again and kissed him. The kiss was much quicker than the first, but nevertheless, very special to the both of them.

Henley was about to begin talking when she yawned. Daniel noted that she was very tired and suggested that she rest. Henley tried to protest that she wasn't tired, but her hands rubbed her eyes and her eyelids began to close.

Daniel grinned and tucked her into her bed. He kissed her on the forehead and said quietly, "Goodnight Henley."

As Daniel was about to leave, Henley's hand reached out and grabbed his hand. He tried to slip out of her hold, but didn't succeed.

"Please…stay," Henley said sleepily.

Daniel just couldn't say no when she asked like that. He found a chair, brought it over, and sat down with Henley.

Henley, satisfied that Daniel wasn't going to leave, soon fell asleep. But, her hand still wouldn't let go of Daniel's hand, even as she was asleep.

Daniel watched Henley for a while. Her bright red hair surrounded her face like a halo, her cheeks were slightly red from the alcohol, and she snored faintly. It was so different to see her calm and quiet because everyone usually saw Henley as fiery and outgoing.

He thought about what was going to happen after today. Daniel smiled as he thought back to Henley's words. It was basically a confession right? His ego grew from that, for he could never believe someone so amazing as Henley Reeves would say she loved him. And, Daniel had also responded. Slightly embarrassed, he recalled what he had said to her to calm her down. Daniel had never loved anything or anyone, yet those words came out with no regret.

Amidst all the confusion and thinking, Daniel fell asleep. His head rested on the bed next to Henley. And the whole time the two slept, they never let go of each other's hands.

The next morning, Henley woke up and found that Daniel was sleeping next to her. She was surprised to find her hand in his. Henley tried to slip out without waking Daniel up, but was unsuccessful.

Daniel opened his eyes and rubbed them as he said, "Hey Henley… how are you feeling?"

Suddenly, a massive headache hit Henley. She groaned, "Like I got ran over by a truck."

"Well, that's what alcohol does to you. You're in hangover," Daniel said comfortingly. He rubbed her back comfortingly, figuring that as the boyfriend, it was his job to help her feel better.

"Ugh, I have a massive headache," Henley complained. "And I can't remember anything that happened –"

Daniel stopped rubbing her back in shock, "Wait, what?"

"I said, I don't remember anything after me opening my first beer can," Henley replied.

Daniel realized that if Henley didn't have any memory of anything that happened, she didn't remember her confession. She didn't remember what he had said. She didn't remember their kiss. She didn't remember any of it.

"Hey… Danny? I don't feel so good…" Henley began.

And for the second time in 24 hours, she threw up on Daniel.

But even with barf on him, the only thought that kept racing through his mind and mocking him was the fact that she couldn't recall what was probably the best moment of his life.

Daniel wanted to cry.