February 4, 2008

Don was happy. Both of his lovers were in the lab, which meant he could easily ogle them whenever he felt like it, and the song of the day was by Fall Out Boy, one of his other obsessions.

Yes, in Don's book, it was a good day.

Danny, on the other hand, was having a slightly hellish day. Because it was his right wrist that was broken, operating a lot of the machinery in the lab was a lot more difficult. And now that he wasn't on painkillers, he could actually feel his wrist. It didn't hurt that much anymore, but it was enough to be annoying.

The icing on the cake was when Mac walked in on him trying to use a microscope with one hand.

"Danny," Mac started, "maybe you should take a break, let your arm rest for a while."

As we all know, when Danny's in a bad mood he gets insecure.

"Are you through with me?" Danny asked mockingly.

"What are you talking about? I just think you shouldn't overwork yourself on your first day back."

"Sorry, I don't mean to be pissy, it's just frustrating, ya know?"

"I remember once, I broke my leg on a crime scene. Getting around the lab after that was a nightmare, especially at our old lab. The catwalks were hell for crutches."

"So at least you feel my pain. Maybe a break would be a good idea; I could use some aspirin anyway."

The two left the trace lab for the break room, surprised when they saw Don there.

"What brings you to the lab?" Mac asked.

"Slow day at the precinct, thought I'd check up on some old cases, see if you guys found anything new," Don replied.

"Ah, anything new?" Danny asked.

"Nope, but it's a good day anyway?" Don said with a grin.

"Why's that?" Danny questioned.

"I had an excuse to listen to Fall Out Boy this morning, thanks to your theme song, and both of you work in a building full of glass, so I can watch you from wherever I am!" Don answered cheerfully.

"Well, at least one of us is in a good mood," Danny muttered darkly.

"Wrist bugging you?" Don asked with sympathy in his voice.

"It's not too bad, pain wise, pain in the ass is more like it."

"I know what you mean, my stomach was the same way for a while. Went away though."

"We need to stop getting hurt, we can all tell painful stories," Mac interjected.

"So true!" Danny said, feeling slightly better knowing his lovers could empathize with him.

A moment later Mac's phone rang, he was getting called out to a scene. He quickly said his farewells and left the younger men to themselves.

Danny walked over to the small refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, then opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. He quickly popped two into his mouth, swallowing them down with a drink.

"I hope those kick in soon," he said, more to himself than his lover.

Don smiled at the blond, amused by Danny's habit of talking to himself.

Suddenly Don's phone rang, he was needed back at the precinct to interview a suspect that had just been brought in.

"Well, much as I'd love to stay and watch you bend over a microscope all day, duty calls," he told the CSI.

"I'll see you at home, then," Danny answered.

Don left, leaving Danny alone in the break room. Despite both of his lovers having to leave, Danny was feeling a lot better. With his new attitude, he returned to the trace lab, determined not to let his arm bug him.