AN: Characters are not mine. Reviews are appreciated

There's always a first

I sigh; I cannot even quite remember what has been happening today. It was just too much to take in all at once. I know that the memories will come back later, perhaps not all, but most of them will simply make their way back in to my already crammed brain.

People have died today, people I don't even know, but like always I feel sorry for those lost lives. And now Flack is here in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. I'm aware that at this moment there's nothing we can do for him, he's strong and he's a fighter, so there's hope that he'll pull through; there is no certainty, however, until he wakes up. The worry about Don has added to all of today's tension and I'm really burning up pretty fast.

The thought of going home alone in either a taxi or with the subway is not something I look forward to, and I'm relieved when Danny leans in to my tired form and asks me if I still want that ride he promised me earlier. I merely nod and smile up to show my appreciation.

I'm starting to walk down the hall to the exit. Mac wants to stay behind and I'm sure that he'll contact us all if there's any news on Flack's situation. I know Danny's somewhere behind me, a bit hesitant to leave his friend here, but he also trusts Mac.

I push open doors and find myself in yet another hallway; I hardly paid any attention when we were rushing in here before and I feel lost in the darkened, hospital smelling room and I turn to wait for Danny to exit the other hall asking him "is this the way we came in-" only to be cut off because he was closer than I expected and he runs in to my sudden frozen frame with a slightly breathless "sorry".

'Danny' suddenly all my senses are on overload. He studies my head injury asking if I'm really alright, but I can only gaze in his blue eyes. I realize I must have given some kind of "normal" answer, but I cannot even remember what it was. 'Danny' He has been my constant all day, his concern for me and the others has been a sort of life line, something that kept me going through the day.

'Danny' before my head can overrule my heart I give in to the urge to finally feel him against me, and I lean forward to press my lips against his. 'Danny' I feel his surprise, but he slowly starts kissing me back. Again life has proven to be so fragile and somehow that bomb must have shattered the weakened wall around me. The feeling of his lips on mine, his tongue softly stroking my lips, the butterflies in my belly, they all fill me with a sensation of hope.

I smile against his smile as we slowly separate. We're still uncharted territory, but I just feel that this first kiss could be the start of something beautiful somewhere in our future 'Danny'