February 3, 2008
It was Danny's last day of taking prescription painkillers during the day, and Mac and Don couldn't be happier. Either Danny would sleep, or he'd act very peculiarly.
Currently he was in the living room re-enacting Monty Python's Spam-A-Lot. He was singing both parts of "The Song That Goes Like This".
"We'll overact like hell!" Danny half sang, half yelled.
Mac and Don sat on the couch pretending to be interested, when really they were just waiting for the drug to knock the blond out so they could get some peace and quiet after a long day at work.
They were both excited for Danny to return to work the next day. The doctor was less than thrilled that he'd be working so soon, but enough begging, and Danny had gotten his way. Mac had already sentenced the younger CSI to lab duty until further notice. He wasn't even sure how well Danny would be able to do in the lab with his right hand out of commission. They'd just have to wait and see.
The lab just wasn't the same with out the young man, though. He had a certain something about him that brought a little more life to the place. He had a spark that had been severely lacking the last few days. Yes, it would be good to have him back.
(A/N: I know it's pathetically short, but I've been doing calculus homework for the last 48 hours and my brain is dead.)