Prompt: 02. love
"I told you so," Mac said.
Danny looked around, unsure of what Mac was supposed to have told him. As they were the only two in the print lab at the moment, Danny knew Mac had to be addressing him. What he didn't know was what the hell Mac was talking about.
"You told me what?" Danny asked, returning his attention to the distorted print on the screen in front of him.
"You'll need some salt," Mac said, smiling that annoying Mac half-smile that signaled how he knew everything.
"For what?" Danny asked, for one brief moment thinking Mac meant the print.
"To eat your words."
Danny narrowed his eyes at his boss, now convinced the older man had lost it. "Are you on crack?"
Mac shook his head, still smiling. "I told you it could happen to you."
"Mac, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Love."
Danny jerked so violently that he almost knocked the microscope off the table. He coughed a couple of times and said, "Love? Mac, you sure you're not drunk or something?"
Mac said nothing, his eyes focused on something on the other side of the glass. Danny followed his gaze and saw that Lindsay had stopped in the hallway, regarding something in a manila folder. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and chewed her lower lip, completely engrossed in whatever it was she was reading. Danny couldn't help but stare. She was mesmerizing. Eventually, she raised her eyes and caught him staring. He blushed and gave her a sheepish smile. She gave him a much warmer one and started walking again.
When Danny turned back around, Mac was still smiling at him. Danny cleared his throat. "What?"
"I'll go get the salt."
