A/N: See the intro for the standard stuff. Please R&R. What an epi tonight. Lots of nice moments. Anyway, just a little something. I won't be getting much done over the weekend. Off to Chicago for the holiday and I'll be w/o a computer until late Sunday night.

Little Corinthian: I wouldn't expect you to throw over Flack. Of course you'd like him best. Hallucinating: There won't be much football, don't worry. RoadRunner: Yes, the bots are evil. Thank you. Story: Of course there would be a sequel. I couldn't just leave things there. Meadow: Hmm. Lived the 80s or just living in the Retro age? Thanks for picking up on the song. Lane: Sorry. Still gotta wait on the flowers. Those are really bugging you aren't they? I hope you all enjoy. Happy Thanksgiving for those indulging.

Don paid the vendor for the dog, chips and soda and headed down the street. Danny had found a spot for them to perch and stuff down lunch. Don set his food on the USAToday box, now table. He took a big bite out of his hot dog. A melody started to ring from his waist. Don kept working on his lunch. Danny looked over his glasses at his friend. Don paid no attention to the ring. Danny stopped chewing and jerked his head.

"Hey, Superman." Danny nodded at Don again. "I think yer phone's ringin'."

Don frowned at him and looked down at the phone. He set the dog down, plucked the phone off his belt and flipped it open. "Okay, when did ya get ta my phone?" Don asked, very disgruntled. Danny laughed.

"You were in the shower." He could hear the smile in her voice. "How's your hot dog?"

"Howdya know I was havin' a dog?" Don frowned and looked around expecting Tess to be standing somewhere near by.

"Because it's lunchtime. You answered the phone, which was set to ring, which means you weren't out on a call. And I heard Danny laughing. Does he know how loud he is?"

"I don't think so. I'd say he's harda hearin' but…" Don glanced at Danny. Danny smirked at him. Don glowered and turned his back. "Still where does that spell hot dog?"

"Simple deduction. You should be familiar with that."

"Very funny. Yer such a comedian. So whydya mess with my phone?"

"Everyone needs a theme song."

Don dipped his head and shook it. "Ya know Danny's 'bout ready to bust his gut here. I ain't gonna live this down," he said softly.

"I was hoping."

Don shook his head again. "So, ya did it on purpose. That's low, Tess."

Tess laughed. "Just keeping you on your toes. Have you ever actually listened to the words?"

Don looked up at the sky. "Can't say I have."

"Well, I'll sing it for you next time I see you."

Don smiled a little. "Ya do that. Still doesn't get ya off the hook."

"You'll live."

"Paybacks, Tess," he warned. "Talk ta ya later."

"Later, then. Enjoy your hot dog. Don't get mustard on your tie." Tess hung up. Don shook his head and clipped his phone back to his belt. He glanced at Danny who was still grinning at him and shook his head again.

"So did Tiger Girl call for anything in particular?"

"Jus' to ring the phone."

"Ah, this was a set up."

"Yeah."

"She's good." Danny ate some more of his hot dog. "Ya serious about Tiger Girl?"

"Whatdaya mean by serious?"

"I mean serious. Ya datin' anyone else?"

"Not really."

"Ya know, she's the first girl you've really gone out with since…"

"Do ya have a point?" Don set his dog down. He could feel the anger starting to grow.

Danny shrugged. "I jus' don't want ya to get in too deep too quick."

Don crossed his arms over his chest. "Thanks for havin' my back, Messer, but I think I know what I'm gettin' into. I've been at this a while." His blue eyes rained fire down on his friend.

"Mmm. Hmm," mumbled Danny doubtfully around a mouthful of hot dog. He ignored Don's evil eye and took a swig of soda.

"Hey, like you've been doin' so hot." Don jerked his head at Danny. "Has Monroe shot ya down yet today?"

Danny slammed down his soda. "We ain't talkin' 'bout me and Montana."

Don looked down Danny. He raised his eyebrows, deciding to dig a little deeper. "That's 'cuz all there is is talk." Danny flashed him an acidic look. Don shook his head. "Listen, I like hangin' around with Tess. It's better than watchin' ya moon."

"Jus' don't come crawlin' ta me when it all goes south."

Don rolled his eyes. "Whatever." The guys went back to eating silently.

Danny looked over at Don. "She's smart."

"Who?"

"Tiger Girl."

"Tess, her name is Tess."

Danny rolled his eyes. "I know that. You've said it often enough. Anyway, she's smart."

"I know. So's Monroe."

"Lindsay."

"Ya never call her Lindsay."

Danny ducked his head. "Sometimes." Danny smiled wistfully. "And yeah, she's smart too." He looked over at Don. "So how we'd end up with the smart girls?"

"You ain't ended up with nobody." Don punctuated his sentence by waving his soda can at Danny.

Danny flashed Don an angry look. "Fine. How I end up likin' the smart girl? And you gettin' all serious 'bout the smart girl?" he clarified.

Don grinned at his friend. "Ya know, we're soundin' like a couple of girls."

Danny nodded, chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. "Pathetic, ain't it?"

"Shoulda had a couple of beers first at least." The radio at Don's waist crackled. He picked it up and hit the button. "I'm rollin'," he answered. Don looked back at Danny and gathered his lunch debris. "Duty calls."

"Always does." Danny crumpled the wrapper from his hot dog and shot it directly into the trash can. "I am so gonna kick your ass on the court."

Don grinned. "Ya jus' keep dreamin', Messer." He dumped his trash in the can and headed for his car.

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Don got back to his desk and started working on his reports. He stopped a couple of times, looked at the computer on the edge of his desk. Finally, shaking his head, he turned, powered it up and went to Google. Don punched in his search and waited. He looked around everyone else in the bullpen was going about their own business. He clicked the mouse a couple of more times and waited for the page to load. Don kept looking around; making sure no one was watching him. The screen he was looking for popped up and he leaned in to read it. He finished reading the lyrics through, smiled and shook his head. He cleared the page, logged off and went back to his reports again. He stopped shook his head again. Don pulled his phone off his belt and dialed.

"Hey. What's up?" She was smiling. He could hear it in her voice. He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Thanks," he said.

"For what?"

"I googled the song."

"You googled the song?"

"The ringtone ya put on my phone. I looked up the lyrics."

"Did you?"

"Yeah. Contrary to popular belief we do have computers at the station."

"And you know how to use one."

"Yeah. Anyway, thanks, Tess."

"Your welcome."

"I'd ask ya out for dinner, but I'm gonna be tied up here for a while."

"That's okay. You just go on keeping the city safe. I'll catch you when I can. I've got boring stuff of my own to do anyhow."

"I'll catch ya later, Tess."

"Take care, Don." Don flipped his phone shut and went back to his reports, humming a little to himself.

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