Part Two

Privateradios

A/N: As ship wise? That's a whole surprise for you all. I think I'm going to have fun seeing where I can go with this. And I mean have fun. And I should have proofread this but I didn't. Oops.

His arm was wrapped around her waist to prevent her from tripping and falling flat on her face because Aiden Burn was drunk as hell and Danny was stuck taking her home. He didn't mind, not at all, but he wished that Flack had at least stayed because it would have made life a whole lot easier in taking her home.

"You won't believe what happened to me." Aiden said, her head falling onto Danny's shoulder as they passed a couple who was staring at them strangely. "I walked into Starbucks and wow, Danny. Ya should have been there."

His grip tightened around her waist as he pulled her closer to avoid the crowd that was walking the other way. "Why? What happened?"

She swung her head back and laughed hard, her body bumping up against his. "They had a sale."

Danny's brows furrowed. "On coffee?"

"Oh believe me, buddy. Shit happens."

Guess so.

"And geez. What the fuck was up with Don?" She asked as she gave a big smile to a twenty-three year old man they had passed on the way towards her apartment complex. Yeah, Aiden was completely drunk and once again, Danny was taking her home. It seemed that these visits to the bar become more and more regular after her firing.

Danny shrugged, not really sure how to exactly explain Flack's actions. "He just had a bad day."

She snickered. "What? Did someone kick him in the face or somethin'?"

He stole a glance at Aiden who seemed to be staring up at the night sky and he wondered when Aiden had suddenly become psychic because Flack had told no one else about that 'little' kick except for him. "Somethin' like that…"

"Mmm. Somethin' like that." She repeated, her words slurring slightly as she bumped hips with Danny's again. "Ya know, ya gotta stop takin' me home like this."

"Stop gettin' yourself so drunk and then we'll talk."

She smirked. "Stop payin' for my drinks then."

"I never did that."

"Not tonight but ya did a while ago."

A while ago as in the day that Aiden was fired. Hey, everyone chipped in on that. Well, Flack, Danny and Hawkes that is.

"Well, that was because ya an' Don bought me drinks when there was that subway shootin'."

She nodded as her apartment complex came into view, her fingers wrapping tighter around Danny's arm. "Ya still think about that?"

"The shootin'?"

"No, the moon. God Danny, yes the shootin'. What the fuck did ya think I was askin' ya about?"

He laughed faintly because that was well, Aiden. "Sometimes." He admitted as they walked closer to her complex. "But it's not so bad anymore."

"You had your sessions with Sheila, right?"

Danny nodded again and Aiden smiled. Right after the shooting, Mac had ordered Danny to visit Sheila, the psychiatrist that would help Danny get himself back together and even though he tried to avoid her at all costs, Flack and Aiden had cornered him and basically dragged him to his sessions.

"Good."

And at that moment, they had arrived and Danny removed his arm from Aiden's waist before placing his hand on her back to keep her from falling backwards. She was still drunk and Danny wasn't going to take any chances with her injuring herself. He waited as she unlocked the complex door before walking inside, Danny closely behind her.

He grabbed her hand and slipped his free hand around her waist again as they moved up the stairs. It was silent for the whole walk up four flights of stairs before the two finally made it to Aiden's apartment door. He waited patiently as she fished her keys out from her purse before slipping them into the lock of her door and opened it.

"Thanks for takin' me home again." She said as she turned around to face him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I really appreciate it, Danny."

He smiled and bounced lightly on his feet. "It's nothin', Aid."

She leaned over and placed a small kiss to his cheek before stepping back. "Just promise me that you'll tell everyone in the fuckin' city of New York not to call me tomorrow mornin', okay?"

Danny raised a brow and she laughed.

"I'll have a hangover from hell, duh."

He laughed and gave her a small nod. "Okay, I'll try my best. But, hey, if someone calls don't come after me. I've got enough people to worry about."

She smirked and leaned up against her door frame, across crossed lazily across her chest. "Well, just don't get yourself killed. And thanks for standin' up for me at the bar."

Yeah, perhaps he should go talk to Flack about that. "Anytime, Aid. So, I'm gonna hopefully see ya tomorrow okay? After shift maybe we can meet up again. Perhaps for dinner?"

She nodded and moved more into her apartment. "Dinner sounds good. Just make sure if ya drag Flack's ass along that he's not PMSing."

Danny laughed and nodded. "Okay, I'm actually gonna head over to his place now and talk to him. I'll see ya later, Aid."

She gave him a small wave before closing her apartment door as he made his way down the four flights of stairs before walking outside, the cool air gently nipping at his skin. He decided that heading to Flack's place may be a good idea if the detective wasn't completely still pissed at him.

And as Danny walked, he barely noticed the man who had just entered Aiden's apartment complex, features hidden by his black, hooded sweater.

TBC.