Danny's Good Morning
AN: Just a quick little thing I whipped up ten minutes before bed time after too much vanilla cola. Gotta love that sugar high!
Disclaimer: Don't own it not making any money.
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Danny strolled out of the elevator on the forth floor and raised his arms over his head, hop-skipping into the corridor in time to come face to face with a less than pleased looking Lindsay.
"What're you looking so happy about?" She demanded.
"Whow!" Danny held up his hands, "what's with the long face, Montana? Someone put salt in your coffee?"
"I'm not even going to dignify that…" Lindsay muttered, as her colleague literally bounced past her.
Danny made shot gun fingers at a pair of female lab-techs as he continued down the corridor, "ladies!" spun round and began moon-walking backwards.
"Wow…" Stella joined Lindsay in the corridor, "someone got a little somethin' somethin' last night."
"Actually," Danny spun round again and moon-walked back up the corridor toward them, "I didn't, and that is the really weird thing about this situation. I am just happy this morning! Whoo!" He jumped past them and clipped his heals together.
Stella lifted her eyebrows, "did Danny Messer just clip his heals together?"
"I believe he did," Lindsay watched in disbelief as Danny held his arms over his head and did a little dance heading off down the corridor again, singing at the top of his lungs, if slightly off key, a track she vaguely recognised.
"Joy – here we go, here we go – and pain, and sunshine – what else? What else? – and rain! Woo!" He disappeared around the corner, hand jiving out of sight. "Can I get a hell yeah!"
"You know," Lindsay looked at Stella, "he likes to believe he's so much cooler than the rest of us, but underneath, he's just as dorky as everyone else."
"Sweetie, the bigger the dork, the deeper they bury it," Stella shook her head, and smiled.