I have had the worst day possible. I got stuck with a case that is going no where. It's not like we don't have enough evidence, in fact we have too much. So much that we don't even know what is important to the case and what's not. The most frustrating part of my day was not the case believe it or not, it was working with Danny. After our conversation at the bar the other night, we have barely said one word to each other, until today. This is the first time we have worked together since then. I think I will just lay here on the couch for the rest of the night. I don't even feel like getting to fix myself some dinner.
I guess I fell asleep, because I jolt awake when I hear someone knocking at my door. I get up to answer it. I feel sorry for who ever it is, because I am not in a good mood. I look through the peephole. I really am not surprised as I should be, but personally I have always believed if your day can't get any worse, it always does. I open the door to let Danny in. "Hey, I thought we could look over what we got so far on our case and see if we can make sense of it. I even brought dinner." Danny said holding up a take out bag. "Why not? I haven't eaten yet anyway." I said making my way over to the couch to sit down. Danny closes and locks my door, then walks over and puts the bag on my coffee table. "So, on plates or out of containers?" He asks sitting down next to me. "Depends on what you got." I open up the bag and look inside. I see four Containers of Chinese food. "We can eat Chinese out of the containers. Fork or Chopsticks?" Danny smiles at me for the first time in days. "Chopsticks." He says, reaching into the bag and pulling out a set of chopsticks for each of us. He starts pulling out the food, as I set out the stuff in the file folder he also brought with him.
We have been working for about two hours. The food is all gone. Danny ate most of it, he always does. I don't mind though, for some weird reason I think it's kind of cute that he's always hungry. I can feel him looking at me. I'm sure some how I will regret this later, but I look up and stare back. We are looking into each others eyes. I can't remember the last time I let myself look into those beautiful blue eyes. The look in those eyes right now is the reason why I didn't let myself look. He is leaning towards me. I know I should pull away, bring up work, do something to stop this, but I can't. I don't know why, but I'm actually going to let him kiss me. I can feel his breath on my face, my eyes flutter shut. Oh my god, his lips are so soft. He tastes like Kung Po Chicken. His tongue runs across my lips. I open them to let him in. I feel his right hand slip into my hair. I don't know where his left hand is. Oh, now I do, it's running up my leg and around my waist, and the feel of his hands on me feels as good as his lips on mine. Until now I never even noticed what I was doing with my hands. I don't know what they have been doing, but right now they are running up and down his back. I can feel his muscles tense under my touch. I feel butterflies in my stomach, knowing that he reacts that way to my touch. I move my hand so I can tuck it up under the hem of his t-shirt. (Picture the green t-shirt. The one that's really tight.) I feel his warm skin under my finger tips. His breath catches and his hand tightens on my waist and in my hair. When I feel his hand under my shirt and sliding up my back, I realize what we are doing, and know that I have to stop it before we go too far.
When I pull back the look in his eyes makes me want to kiss him again, but I stay strong. I remove my hands from his body, and take his off of mine. I can't even begin to describe the feeling of loss I feel when I no longer feel his skin on mine. The look that almost drove me crazy a second ago has been replaced with one of confusion. "Danny we can't do this. You have no idea what you are getting into." I say moving away from him a little bit. I can only be so strong. "Why don't you tell me, then I'll know." I look down at my hands, and say. "I'm married." I hold my breath waiting for his reaction. Luckily it does take long before he reacts. "What? What do mean you're married? I don't see a ring or a husband. I don't even see any pictures of him in here." I take a deep breath and get ready to tell him the whole story.
Which if you review I will also tell you. So unless you tell me you want me to continue neither you or Danny are ever going to know about Lindsay and Rob's marriage, and where he's been the last two years. You wouldn't want to do that to poor Danny would you. At least I gave you a little fluff to tide you over since TPTB won't give us any. Love ya!