"I can't believe this." Lindsay muttered.
It was the final night of the CSI conference. Lindsay and Stella were in the locker room trying to fix Stella's dress.
"How could the seam just bust like that? This is a new dress, I haven't even worn it yet!" Stella said.
"I don't know, let me see. Hold still."
Stella could feel Lindsay pulling on the dress, trying to fix it.
"Sorry, Stella. I don't think it's working."
"Well,... you go ahead. I'll figure it out."
"You, sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Go. Now."
Stella watched as Lindsay turned and left the room, leaving her alone. Or so she thought.
"Got a problem there, Stel?" there was no mistaking that voice. Stella groaned. She turned to see Danny leaning against the row of lockers were his trademark smirk. He was dressed in a crisp, black tuxedo with a loosened bow tie.
"Get out, Danny. I'm fine."
"Yeah, with a ripped dress." Stella looked at him. "Montana told me."
"If you can't help, then go away."
"Fine." She expected him leave but instead he opened his locker and pulled out a small case. Stella couldn't fight the smile spreading across her face.
"Danny? Is that what I think it is?" She asked teasingly. Danny didn't meet her eyes.
"Yeah. Now turn around." Stella did as she was told and he gently tugged the ripped seam together.
"Since when do you know how to sew?" She asked.
"My grandmother taught me when I was a kid," he said quietly, "I don't have any sisters, and being the youngest..." he trailed off. He's embarassed! Stella thought. Several minutes passed by in silence as Danny carefully worked on the dress.
"There, good as new," he finally said. Stella inspected his work in the mirror.
"Good work, Danny. I'm impressed."
"Yeah, well don't tell any one, ok? Especially Don." Stella smiled at him and gently kissed hi cheek.
"Your secret is safe with me."
Just something I've been playing around with. So there.