a/n: evmlove prompted for a story about Mindy's dream in the deleted scenes. This probably isn't exactly what she asked for, but it is the wine soaked drabble that resulted.

"Hey Min, uh…" Danny stood awkwardly in her doorway, leaning against the door jamb like some overpaid Abercrombie and Fitch model.

Mindy narrowed her eyes. "Yeah…"

He was wet. Why the hell was he wet? The raindrops sitting like little crystals in his hair, his shirt soaked to the skin, clinging to the muscles, each ridge defined. Her mouth was dry.

"I think I locked my keys in my car."

Car? Since when did Danny have a car? It was probably some, mid life crisis thing, the old man trying to recapture his youth in the clutches of a over priced, souped up, muscle car… probably a convertible. She snorted.

When she didn't respond, he continued. "And it's raining… so, could you maybe give me a ride home?"

Wait… did she have a car? She must, since Mr. No-nonsense Castellano was asking her for a ride, but… for the life of her she couldn't remember what kind of car it was. "Sure, Danny, just let me get my keys."

She looked down, fishing in her purse, dipping down through the candy wrappers and her ziploc underwear baggie. Aha! Keys, attached to a sparkly Hello Kitty keyring. She looked up, dangling the keys in front of her triumphantly. "Found them. See?..." She trailed off, blinking rapidly.

They were now on the street, walking purposefully through the pouring rain to her car. Her bright purple Audi. A sleek little thing, with shiny chrome rims. Was she going through a midlife crisis too?

Without a word, they both slipped into her car, the conditioned leather seats soft against her skin as she adjusted the seat, buckling herself in. The engine roared to life as she turned the key in the ignition, and she glided out into traffic, seamlessly merging with the other cars.

They drove, the station automatically tuning into her favorite pop song, Danny actually keeping time with the beat, his hand tapping a rhythm out on his thigh. Was this invasion of the body snatchers or something? "You like Katy Perry now?"

"I've always liked Katy Perry." He sounded so sure, it totally obliterated the niggling doubt in the back of her mind.

"Of course." She maneuvered the car into the open space in front of Danny's building, easily wedging the Audi into the perfectly sized gap between the other two sports cars parked there. God, Danny had some swanky neighbors.

"So…" She looked at him, unsure of what to do. Was it standard protocol to walk him to the door? He wasn't exactly a shrinking violet, afraid of the people on the street, shoving annoying flyers in people's faces, but she didn't really know.

Her hand immediately went to the door handle, pulling on it. She found herself on the sidewalk, the rain still coming down in sheets, soaking her to the bone. Well that was stupid. What the hell? She grabbed Danny by the arm and they ran together to the shelter of his stoop, both panting as they tried to regain their breath.

She didn't let go, instead trailing her fingers from his wet forearm to the soaked cotton of his tshirt. Why wasn't he wearing his jacket? He'd had it on in the office, hadn't he? She shrugged, turning her attention back to the sensation of her fingertips against his wet skin. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her.

"Danny, I…" She couldn't stop thinking about the damn art show, the provocative nudes Christina had snapped of this man. This man, who seemed like a closed book, someone who would never be that vulnerable for another person. This man whose body she'd seen in stark detail, ten times magnified. She felt a stirring in the pit of her stomach, a heat morphing into an out of control conflagration as her eyes traveled upward.

Her eyes met his, and it was over. The passion she felt pumping away matched in the bottomless dark pools of his eyes. Oh hell.

His hands lifted, touching her, their grip confident against her. His expression was serious, and yet there was a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips, the ghost of a crooked smile plucking some indefinable string within her. "We both know I didn't need a ride home."

Oh right. There was the subway, and stuff… What the hell was going on?

Before she could voice her confusion, Danny jerked her roughly to him, crushing his lips against hers. It was a soul searing kiss, every ounce of passion boiling away beneath the surface pouring into it.

She gave into it, practically climbing him. She was King Kong and Danny was the Empire State Building, her hands slipping under his shirt to find a hold. Her momentum pushed him back, slamming his body against his silken sheets.

His sheets? She withdrew for a second, looking around her. They were in his bed, their clothes strewn haphazardly across his room, a pair of boxers hanging incriminatingly from his ceiling fan.

This is what she wanted, to see the body she'd memorized from the artistically posed black and white photos, one of which she'd surreptitiously bought using her go-to alias. She trailed her fingers along the sprinkling of hair. Sighing grandly she leaned forward, seeking his lips again.

Before she knew it, she was beneath him, his mouth peppering hot wet kisses across her skin, breathless as the desire consumed her. "Danny-"

He took her plea at face value, reaching between them to dip into her, testing the waters. She was more than ready for him, moaning his name a second time as she gyrated her hips against his hand. She wanted more than this. She wanted the weight of him, pressing her into the mattress, their skin flush, thrusting morphing into grinding. For God's sake, she wanted Danny Castellano to fuck her, mercilessly.

She opened her mouth to voice the plea, but before any sound could escape, her eyes flew open, the only sound in the room her own breathless panting, utter darkness around her. She looked around, floating back to earth slowly.

A dream? A god damned dream! She took a deep breath, hoping she hadn't woken the man sleeping next to her.

"What's wrong?"

Shit. Jason was staring at her, concern tinging his features. "Uh, nothing. I, uh, just had a weird dream."