Summary: Even without words, Danny and Aiden were still connecting and communicating. The pair enjoyed a rare break from work at Central Park.

Pairing: Danny/Aiden.

Disclaimer: The characters and all related paraphernalia of CSI:NY belong to Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer, and other dudes who create/produce CSI, as well as CBS. I praise them for their best creation in CSI:NY.

A/N: This fic was inspired by the hot dog I had two days ago, as well as by the last scene in "Creatures of the Night" when Danny and Aiden came in to the lab together and helped Stella.

Connection

Danny and Aiden sat on a park bench in Central Park with nothing much to do.

Mac had earlier assigned the pair to a body that had been found in the area, while he and Stella tackled a B&E in Soho.

Danny and Aiden had promptly swept the area and were now waiting for the medical examiner to arrive and clear the body. Unfortunately, because the vic was discovered around midday, the ME-mobile soon became held up by terrible lunch hour traffic. While Detective Flack still had plenty of witnesses to question, the two CSIs had nothing much to do.

So they sat.

It was a conspicuous sight, really, two CSIs sitting with their great, big crime kits, not faraway from a police-taped scene. But New Yorkers, being accustomed to just about anything happening in their city, barely gave them a second glance.

It was not often, in their busy lives as New York's finest, that Danny and Aiden got a chance to just sit and do nothing. So they decided to simply enjoy this very rare break by quietly sitting. Danny extended one arm along the back of the bench and stretched his legs out, while Aiden crossed her legs in front of her and rested her elbow on the bench's backboard. Both were gazing at passing people and seemed to be thinking about nothing in particular.

Their several minutes of pleasant silence, however, was soon broken by the unmistakable sound of a rumbling stomach. Aiden glanced at her partner beside her and smirked. Danny looked at his watch and pointed it to her.

Lunch time.

Wordlessly, Aiden got up and Danny saw her made her way to a hotdog stand not far from where they were sitting.

After a few minutes, she came back with two hotdogs in her hands. Without a word, she handed one to Danny, who saw that she'd gotten him his favorite: one with lots of grilled onions, cheese, and ketchup. He smiled in gratitude and took a bite.

She returned his smile and tucked into her own dog. He saw that she'd also predictably gotten her favorite: a lone dog with more than a generous amount of ketchup and mustard.

They quietly munched for a couple of minutes, enjoying the pleasant New York weather.

Danny finished first because he always ate faster. He turned in Aiden's direction and tossed the ball of wrapper into the trash can beside her, grinning smugly at her as it smoothly sailed in. Aiden rolled her eyes and reached over to wipe ketchup off the corner of his mouth with her napkin. Obviously, he'd missed a spot. Smiling cheekily, she popped the last piece of bun and dog into her mouth, clearing her throat as she finished chewing.

At that, Danny wordlessly got up and walked over to another vendor. He came back with two bottles and handed one to Aiden. Diet Coke. Her favorite. Smiling gratefully, she saw him take a swig of his customary lemon soda and lazed back down the bench.

Hearing somewhat of a commotion behind them, the pair turned to see Detective Flack attempting to converse … with a mime. It appeared that the detective was trying to question the annoying street performer, but the latter seemed to not understand the importance of cooperating with the police and instead … well, did his thing. He pretended to freeze up in terror, with his hands up, and then began running animatedly on the spot. Flack looked about ready to deck the moron. Danny and Aiden glanced at each other and cracked up laughing.

After a few minutes, they saw the ME people finally arriving on the scene. They appeared really flushed and irritated.

Danny and Aiden grinned at each other and got up. They gathered up their kits, tossed their empty drink bottles to the garbage can, and strolled to their crime scene.

Work was back.

A/N: I've always felt that D/A have an amazing chemistry with and understanding of each other. I want to show how they convey this by this very simple dialogue-free scene. What do you think? I have an idea on how to continue this, but we'll just see how it goes.

A/N2: Being currently overburdened by upcoming essays, I long for a chance to just sit and do nothing. It does feel VERY GOOD to be able to just take a break and go to a park. So yeah, for all of you going insane with work, take a moment and - at the risk of sounding cliche - smell the roses. Try not to litter though ;-)