Keys:
We do not own any of these characters, just like to mess with them. :D
Danny Messer swung his leg up over his black Honda Motorcycle. He took off the driver's gloves and opened the seat lock to place them in. The rather large smile became visible once the dark blue helmet was taken off Danny's head.
As he carried the helmet and his backpack into the building, Danny whistled a soft tune. He opened the door to the office, swinging his keys quickly by a cool new lanyard he had just received as a gift. They were blue, and in white letters read: "Crime Scene Investigator: New York."
Suddenly, the keys detached from the blue lanyard and flew across the room, ramming into Don Flack. That very man jumped high from his sitting position, to his feet.
"Jesus, Messer. If you didn't want me sleeping in your chair, then just tap my shoulder. Don't throw things at me." With that, Don picked up the accused keys and threw them hard back at Danny. He left, bumping shoulders with Danny and slamming the door.
Danny rubbed his chest where the keys had hit.
Mac Taylor chuckled.