Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything called CSI:NY, Britney Spears, Easy Mac, or Kurt Cobain. Why do you ask?
He was fascinated by her. He loved the way she would get happy over a skull to reconstruct, and the way that she would hold her breath for a second before telling him how she figured out what happened. Yes, he noticed, though he knew she didn't think he did. He didn't miss much when it came to Aiden. He tended to remember it all.
He remembered the time when they went out to Central Park at 3 o'clock in the morning after a hard case and laughed and talked for all of four hours. That was the day that she told him that she still secretly listened to Britney Spears when she was in the right mood. He told her that he had become a CSI because the forensic work on the Kurt Cobain case had been so terrible. He could have done so much better. Then she asked why he was still there.
And that was when it hit him.
He had dropped hints about his feelings toward her many times, telling her his favorite bar (The Inn, of course), and he instigated most of the funny arguments they had. Stupid arguments about whether Diet Coke or Sprite was better. Arguments were just an excuse to touch her, to laugh with her.
He couldn't stop trying to impress her. It was like an addiction. He would rescue stray dogs and take them to her so she could take them to the Humane Society. A long time ago, she told him about her attraction to lost dogs. "You can't help dead people anymore, and living people just won't listen, but dogs…dogs will go where ever you tell them to, and if you can help them, or even if you can't, they understand that you tried."
Danny knew that somehow, he loved Aiden. His fear of rejection was the only thing that was keeping him from saying anything, asking her out. Every time he got home he looked at the picture on the right of his "Arabian Horses" calendar. It was of him and Aiden at the Christmas party, where she was laughing had hugged him after he gave her the packet of Easy Mac and her Christmas card. Don't forget me or the extra cheese on Christmas! He had found the picture the next day on his desk. He had no idea how it got there or who took it but he kept it just the same.
Danny laughed and sat down on his bed. He had made up his mind. Tomorrow, he thought, tomorrow I'll ask. It'll make me feel better. And maybe she'll say yes.
A/N-What did y'all think? Any good? R&R--Should I write another chapter? And if I do, it'll be a cross POV—thanks for the idea wyntersun. I mean, it would be the last chapter of my little mini series.
I graduated today so finishing this is my graduation present to y'all…haha. I love your reviews! Keep on doing it!