Author: Velvetine
Rating: T
Pairing: Danny/Flack
Content Warning: mild slash
Spoilers: none
Time Period: during relationship
Word Count: 306
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Isn't it a pity?
Dare to Disagree
The stop light turned green and Danny's foot slammed the accelerator pedal, suddenly thrusting the car, and Don, forward.
"Woah, buddy!" Don gasped, lurching forward. "Ya got a grudge against the pedal? The crime scene ain't goin' anywhere..." he trailed off, his eyes back on the newspaper in his right hand.
Danny eyed him unkindly. "You tellin' me I can't drive, Flack?" If there was anything Danny Messer didn't like, it was criticism. Everyone had some thing to say about everything.
"Nah," Don smirked, meeting the CSI's eyes, "just tellin' ya to take it easy."
Danny shook his head and payed attention to the road.
Don's eyebrows, meanwhile, started to furrow in deep concentration as he gnawed on a bright, yellow pencil.
"What's wrong?" Danny asked in a concerned tone, after a quick glance to the right. Flack looked like he was getting frustrated, and that scared Danny because Don never lost his cool.
Don was all but eating the pencil as he turned to face Danny. "Eyes on the road, pal." Danny obeyed, turning his gaze back onto the road but still curious about what could get Don so riled up.
"Don, whassamatter?"
"What's a nine letter word for 'try'?" Don grunted after a short, tense silence.
A hearty guffaw filled the car as Danny threw his head back in loud laughter. Don was mad because of a crossword puzzle?
"Endeavour. E-N-D-E-A-V-O-U-R." The blonde smirked after regaining enough self-restraint to stop laughing.
"Thanks." Don said curtly, scribbling the word down on the newspaper. The car was silent for a few minutes, save for the scratchy sound as Don continued his crossword puzzle, occasionally stopping to look out of the window for inspiration. "Ya know, I'm not so good with my head." He randomly said.
"I dare to disagree." Danny replied, wearing his trademark feral grin.
La Fin