Title: Cold Shower
Disclaimer: Not mine. Which is sad, really.
Author's Notes: This is a little Danny/Stella drabble.
"Danny, I can't believe you're taken in by that guy's act."
Danny spins around to face Stella. "How do you know it's an act? Huh?" He takes a step into Stella's personal space. "I got a feeling."
Stella stands her ground. That's one of the things Danny loves about her. She can take as good as he gives, and she never backs down.
"Yeah," she says. "Well your intuition usually comes up a little short, pal. Where's your evidence?"
"Where's yours?" Danny asks, waving his hand through the air. "You're assuming the guy's guilty, but we don't have a thing to prove that he or he isn't." Turning on his heel, Danny walks over to his locker. Glancing over his shoulder, he says, "What's really bugging you? You know what I think? I think it's that he gave you the cold shoulder."
Stella narrows her eyes. "What are you talking about, Danny?"
Danny smirks. "I saw how you looked at the guy," he says. "You liked what you saw."
"Yellow light, Messer. Don't go there."
"I'm saying is all." Still grinning, Danny pulls a towel out of his locker and ambles toward the shower room. It doesn't take long for him to realize he's being followed.
He glances over his shoulder. "What are you doing, Stella?"
"We're not done," she says.
"We're done, Stella," Danny says. "Okay?"
Stella takes a step forward. "Well, you know what, Danny? I think you need to cool off." Before Danny can react, Stella shoves him backward into the shower stall. With lightening reflexes, she reaches under his arm and yanks the water on. The icy water floods over Danny's head and shoulders, soaking his clothes. Damn. Danny wonders vaguely why he bothers to dress nice for this job.
With a jolt, Danny leaps forward, out of the shower. "That was just wrong, Stella," he grouses.
Stella bites her lip. "I hope you have a change of clothes, Danny. You're, like, soaking wet."