Thanks for your reviews, so here's pixie's part, I think it's better then mine. You judge.
Sasha is Danny's best friend, that's all.
Danny surveyed his closet, taking out shirts, inspecting them then flinging them on his bed. He could not decide what to wear tonight, nothing looked right. He had spent the entire day stuck in the lab, going over and over evidence from Mac's case. So now he was going out with Montana and forgetting about work, well as much as he could whilst still being on call.
He picked up the phone that was now buried underneath mounds of clothes and hit speed-dial.
Sasha was sitting in the break room of the Chicago Crime Lab, drinking what must have been her 10th cup of black coffee that day, when her cell buzzed to life in her pocket. Crap. After pulling a double on a particularly gruesome case she was not in the mood to make small talk with her roomate, or take an earbashing form her Ma about why she never calls anymore. However, when she looked at the called ID a smile formed on her face.
"Hello, Valente's Dating advice service, how may I help?"
A small chuckle escaped Danny's lips, sometimes he remembered how much he missed Sasha now that she was in Chicago.
"Funny Sash..."
"So what's the problem this time? Huh? This 'Montana' chick stand you up again?" she teased.
"Actually, if you must know, we're dating, for a month" He added "But we're going out tonight I have no idea what to wear, nothing looks right" Danny sighed, exasperated.
"Woah woah woah...You...Danny Messer...Dating the same girl for a month...this is big news Dan" Sasha was enjoying this, Danny had been talking to her about 'Montana' for almost a year, and she could tell he really liked her.
"Yeah yeah...laugh it up Sash, so come on a bit of advice here?"
Sasha knew Danny like the back of her hand, growing up, he was like the slightly geeky older brother that hangs around you, but they were inseperable; through high school, college, even police academy. She knew that his room would be littered with clothing and he would stress about his hair and cologne untill he physically left his apartment.
"Dark Blue shirt with the pinstripes, Black slacks, Leather jacket, messed up hair. Not too much gel Danny, no one likes to run their hands through a guys hair and end up with what can only be described as a loada snot on their hands."
"Thanks Sash. I owe ya, gotta go, don't wanna be late!"
With that Danny ran out of his apartment, and off to meet his Montana.