Summary: Charity Bachelor Auction. Some guys have all the fun.
Pairing: Don and Stella with hints of Danny/Lindsay, Adam/Angell and Mac/Jordan
Rating: T for the moment.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY or its characters.
A/N:Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, added me to favourite stories and authors. It really does mean a lot. Thanks again and keep it up!
Adam's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he looked at the new high importance e-mail. How the hell was he gonna get out of this? He reached for the phone.
"Hey babe, you gotta help me. I've been ordered to do the Auction. Promise me you'll buy me. Pretty please?" He asked by way of greeting, only for his request to be met by hysterical laughter. He didn't think his predicament was that funny!
Down the hall, Danny starred at Sheldon who starred right back. Both faces showing identical looks of horror.
"I'm going to see Mac. I gotta get out of this, for God's sake what are we, sides of beef?" Danny said making his way straight for the door.
"Hold it!" Sheldon said as he grabbed the back of Danny's shirt as he passed him. "You're dating someone. I'm not. You got a good excuse, you gotta tell me man. Lindsay will buy you but hey who's gonna buy me?"
"Probably Lindsay, she ain't talkin' to me for some reason or other." He laughed shaking off Hawkes and heading to Mac's office.
"Danny!"
"Now now Doc, there's no need to raise your voice."
Mac simply raised his eyebrow when both Danny and Sheldon barged into his office.
"Mac, there is no way in hell I'm doin' it!" Hawkes said with a fake bravado.
"Me either." Danny muttered. Having a sinking feeling that there was nothing he could say that would enable to get out of it.
"OK, first off. Hawkes – You are doing it. It's mandatory…"
"But it's a Friday night. I'll have a date."
"Well then, she can buy you!"
"But…"
"No, no buts, no nothing. You have to do it, no excuses for crying out loud man up and do it. You've gotten away with it for three years; one out of four isn't bad. That's the end of it! Now back to work." Mac said and they both turned and walked out the door only to be met by Flack who was grinning widely at their expressions.
"I heard ye all have to do the Auction. Man am I pissed off that I volunteered weeks ago to do security for the Mayor, which unfortunately means I'll be unable to participate in the actual event. Ye gotta learn to anticipate guys!" Flack laughed as he walked away.
"Shit, I should have known he'd think of something. Doc, I'll tell ya one thing though, there is no way in hell I'm gonna go up on that stage without Flack havin' to do it too. He'd hold it against me forever. I'd never live it down. I just have to think of somethin', but it has to be good."
"Why not ring Jordan and volunteer like he did? It might work, or else pretend you're Flack and say you've reconsidered the security detail and you can't make it." Sheldon asked as they settled back down to paper-work.
"Na, it has to be subtler than that. He smells a trap he'll kill me, dump me in the river and get Stella to cover it up." Danny muttered, scratching his head, praying for inspiration.
"I got it. Of course he'd use Stella. I'm a bloody genius. I have to find Flack." Danny jumped up out of his chair just as his cell went off.
"Look's like his gonna have to wait." Sheldon answered as his own phone started to ring.
Six hours later and the end of shift is fast approaching.
Sheldon and Danny finally caught up with Flack in the break room. "Hey Don, I heard you caught the Times Square vic. Any progress?"
"Yeah, Stell has it pretty much wrapped up. I got someone cooling their heels in interrogation right now."
"Right, right. Listen I've been thinkin'…"
"Don't hurt yourself!" Don interrupted, not liking the smile on Danny's face. It was like Danny knew some big secret that he wasn't privy to.
"Ha, ha. I'm bustin' a gut on the inside Flack. I've been thinkin' about what you said earlier about anticipating, ya know I think your right. Montana isn't talkin' to me at the moment. Don't know what I did, anyway…"
Don tapped him on the back of head "Danny for crying out loud, you forgot her birthday – again."
"Shit, OK, that's fixable, I think. Anyways the Doc and I said with Montana not talkin' to me she'd probably bid on the Doc so if your not going I guess I'll see if Stella can be persuaded to part with her hard earned cash for little-ole-me." Danny said with a slight smirk as he drank some coffee.
"You wouldn't dare" Don shot back with a glare.
"Watch me!" Danny answered.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Flack is something going on with you and Stella?" Hawkes asked looking thoroughly confused.
"Hell no." Danny answered him. "Don here is too chicken to actually ask the lady out."
"Well I wouldn't go that far." Don spoke up finally, a slight blush creeping up his neck.
"'K Flack let me put it this way, you do the auction, you call in one of the fifty or so favours Stella owes you and get her to actually bid for ya, and boom all of a sudden your on a date with the woman. Cause man I gotta be honest with ya I'm sick and tired of listening to you yap on about her"
"Ya think she'd go for it?" Don queried as he started walking with Danny and Hawkes, not noticing where they were heading until he saw Mac's smiling face.
"Gentlemen, I assume you're here to sign up. I thought your Captain would have nabbed you already Flack. I'm not complaining though. It'll keep my numbers up. If you'll all sign here you can be on your way."
"I want it on the record that I'm doing this under protest." Danny muttered as he signed his name.
"So noted. Now ask me if I care." Mac retorted as he turned to his computer.
Later that night.
Don lounged on his sofa, gently running his phone through his fingers, wondering if Danny was right, he couldn't let this golden opportunity pass him by. He had to go out on a date with Stella. He knew it wasn't like him to procrastinate for so long over asking a woman out but he couldn't figure out why he was so hesitant on taking that step with Stella, he had a suspicion that it was because in his heart of hearts he knew she was the one woman who could hurt him. The one woman who had the power to emotionally break his heart in half.
"Ah to hell with it." He muttered as he dialled the familiar number. As he listened to the engaged tone, he slammed the phone down. What if it was Mac asking her to bid for him.
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