Author's Note: I suppose it should have been Nancy sharing the sandwich. Or something of Hannah's. I think I'm biased toward sweet gestures from Frank, though.
You Can Have Half
"You mind?" Frank asked, gesturing to the sandwich he'd just started unwrapping. Nancy shook her head, waving him on.
"I'm fine. I've already eaten. Go ahead." "Thanks," Frank told her, taking a bite and swallowing it down with a speed more like his brother's.
"I swear I haven't had time to eat in three days, and normally Joe actually makes time, but since he's working another case..."
"You know, he's right. You can't survive without him," Nancy said, teasing. "You'd starve."
Frank rolled his eyes, but he did smile. "True, sometimes it feels that way, but that's more because of the work I do. I don't get a lot of breaks. I shouldn't even be talking to you right now, but since I think what we're working on is actually connected..."
"I'm glad you came," Nancy said. She leaned over him to get a better look at the file and then her stomach rumbled.
"I thought you weren't hungry."
"Apparently, my stomach disagrees," Nancy muttered, flushing. She looked at her watch. "And it was hours ago. I didn't realize that much time had passed since I ate."
"It's okay," Frank told her, breaking the sandwich in two pieces. "You can have half."