More Danabbie fic for you. Felt like messing with your Danabbie feels tonight. "You Don't Know" is the official title for these one-shots. :) Not sure what they do at training for Quantico, so try to go with it. Lol. This is all made up. :)

Abbie sat at a table in the kitchen for her hour break; she finished her coffee as Danny slipped her a note before he walked past her out of the room. She smiled at it and opened it. Our place. Two minutes. After she refolded it, she got up from the table to throw her cup away.

She passed a number of other FBI rookies and found the part of the hall where there was a small alcove with a door. No one ever walked this far up the hall unless it was Mr. Carson. She took a deep breathe, wiped her hands on her slacks and opened the door. With his hands in his pockets, he stared from a mop to her, passing her a small smile. She stepped in and closed the door. A mop bucket, a dust mop, a garage broom, and a rack full of clothes, cleaning supplies, tissue, paper towels, soap, and trash bags cluttered the closet.

Danny's arms rounded her waist; her hands found his neck.

"What's wrong, Danny?"

"Is it worth it, Abbie?"

She put her forehead to his. "Training can be a bitch, but it's worth it."

"I can do it?"

She nodded. "You've made it this far. Don't turn back."

Danny wasn't making his targets in practice, he rushed into a hostage situation too quickly, and he shot an innocent civilian. Abbie knew he wasn't on his game today, but sometimes she wasn't either. Agent Davis yelled at him in front of everyone, told him to get his head out of his ass.

"I was humiliated."

She kissed his lips. "I know. I'm so sorry, but you can't quite on me, Danny. You know Davis is only doing that to make you a stronger agent. You can be the best."

He kissed her, too, put his hands under her blazer. "I can do it?"

She nodded again; Danny took a deep breathe, pulled her closer towards him.

"Thank you, Abbs."

"It's no problem."

He removed his forehead from hers, turned her around, and pulled her toward his chest. His tightened his arms around her. She sighed as she rested against Danny. Her fingers twined with his.

"It's okay to trust others. We're your team, Abbs. We got you."

"I trusted my partner when I worked in Sleepy Hollow. Sometimes it's hard to do that here."

"That's alright. You really cared for Corbin. He's so proud of you right now."

Abbie didn't tell him about Crane; she refused to let Crane into any part of this. She wanted this to be for her only. But besides her sister, he was the only other person she trusted, even though he did leave without a word.

"How do I work with my team?"

He kissed the side of her neck. "One day at a time. Start off with something small, something you're comfortable with. Build up after that."

"Can I rely on you?"

His lips pecked her neck again. "Always, Abbs. Rely on your team. You don't have to figure out all the missions by yourself or take down the bad guy on your own."

She closed her eyes, took a deep breathe. "Are you sure?"

He squeezed her hands. "Trust us. Trust me. I know you can do it. We're here."

"One day at a time?"

"One day at a time."

She breathed in again and turned around. Putting her hands on his cheeks, she pulled him down to her lips. She took her time, but began to push her lips and tongue against his with a rapid want until the door opened. They stopped, stared at Mr. Carson. Smiling, he shook his head as he walked in the closet. He stepped behind Abbie to get to the rack.

"You two in here again? I'll be out. Just need some toilet tissue. Continue." He whistled as he stepped into the hallway with the tissue; he closed the door behind him.

Abbie and Danny laughed after he left.

"I should time this better," Danny said.

"You said that four weeks ago, and this always ends up happening."

He shrugged. "My timing isn't the best."

Abbie shook her head. "We can work on it, just like we can work on your shooting in target practice. I bet I can beat your record. Shot ten targets in under a minute."

"Talk is cheap, Mills." He found the button on her pants.

She untucked his shirt, kissed his neck. "You know I always follow through, Reynolds. You know just as I do what I'm capable of on the field."

"You may know that much, Mills, but one thing you don't know is what you do to me." He messed with her zipper.

She unfastened the buttons on his shirt. "Show me, Reynolds."