Disclaimer: Don't own it, though I sure would like to. Then maybe things between me and Carmen Giovinazzo would advance in the way I would like them to. Unfortunately, I can't even afford to talk to him, let alone own his character. sigh Oh-yeah, and on set it would be A/D fluff galore.
He really wasn't that funny, but she smiled anyway. Not that she'd ever admit it, but Aiden just liked to hear him laugh. It wasn't a laugh that filled up a room; it was more special than that. She felt like it was for her only. She tried to shake off the wave of jealousy whenever he laughed with someone else. Laughter was so rare where they worked, and his was the best.
Danny's laugh wasn't the only thing that she liked about him. Actually, there wasn't much she didn't like. His quirky smile, his glasses, but mostly, she liked the look he got when he figured cases out. Sometimes, she'd hold her ideas in just a second longer to see if he would figure it out and get that look. She told herself always that no matter how many times she "let" him figure out a case that he would never take it to heart, because she would never let him know. Still, in the back of her mind, she hoped that sometimes he was waiting for her ideas just a second longer than he was supposed to, like she was doing for him.
She dated other guys, sure, but she couldn't help imagining what a real date would be like with him. They knew each other so well that she was sure he'd put lilies on the table (her favorite flower) and cook macaroni and cheese, the meal that they shared together the most at work. She saw him every day, but she wondered what he was like at night. She knew he liked to dance, and once, he told her that his favorite bar was The Inn, which was a couple of blocks away from her house. It was funny, normally, she had to get a guy to write down his phone number for her because of her notoriously bad short-term memory, but she remembered everything that he said. He remembered his birthday, that he liked Sprite better than Coke, and that he had always liked Arabian horses. She often wondered if he remembered her birthday, that she liked Diet Coke better than anything, and that she had a soft spot for lost puppies.
Maybe it would never work out between them. Maybe they wouldn't ever eat macaroni with extra cheese at night and maybe he didn't even like her in "that way." But maybe it would work, and they'd go out at night and dance, then go to her apartment that was just two blocks away, and then he'd laugh. Just for her.
A/N: Review por favor! And also, should I add a Danny POV? I've got a cute one in mind but would you want one? -Cat