Disclaimer: Not mine.
Title: Pace
Pairing: Danny/Martin
Rating: PG
Summary: Are they in the closet or out?
Danny decided to just ignore his partner's whining. He stared at the door, then shook the knob violently.
"If that didn't work the first fifteen times, it's not going to work now." Martin leaned against the shelving unit and crossed his arms against his chest.
Still Danny refused to respond. He snapped his fingers instead, and started searching the space for something that could possibly open the door. It was a vain search amongst boxes of files and office supplies.
Martin groaned. Diversionary tactics would be needed to stop Danny's frenetic pacing, but he had only ever discovered one way to do so. And he didn't think that a blowjob in their place of business was a good idea.
The tapping of his dress shoes on the linoleum made his decision.
Danny was surprised when he was pushed up against the very door they'd been trying to open – as Jack tugged the knob and they fell into a heap at his feet.
"This isn't what it looks like." Martin spit out, trying to sit up and appear semi-professional, but failed as he ended up straddling Danny.
Jack looked at his two subordinates and began to guffaw until he managed to choke out that they'd gotten a report that their missing person was in the city, then walked away while his chuckles continued down the hallway.
Finally realizing he should get off Danny, Martin moved and stood up before helping his partner to stand as well.
Vivian smirked at them, Sam scowled, and Jack could still be heard laughing.
"It really wasn't that funny!" Martin whined.
"Acting out a cliché?" Danny smiled and strolled toward the cluster of desks, "At least I wasn't facing the door when you jumped me."