I am living out the life of a poet
I am the jester in the ancient court
And you're the funny little frog in my throat
Belle & Sebastian – Funny Little Frog
He'd jogged to catch up with her as she left the Precinct. Falling into step, he'd grinned; eyes twinkling. They'd walked the first block as colleagues, discussing the case, but as they crossed the street and into the early morning throng he'd slipped his arm around her waist, halting in the middle of the street to kiss her. Steering her across the sidewalk, he'd ushered her into her favorite coffee bar and to a booth tucked in the corner.
"Your buddy Messer was fishing earlier" she'd reported, shifting a little closer, "Still thinks you've got some girl on the go."
Lazily tracing a pattern on her thigh, he'd chuckled, "Yeah, he's been bugging me about you for weeks now."
"Thought you were going to put him out of his misery?" she'd asked, lacing her fingers through his.
Grinning, he'd brushed his lips to hers, tasting bitter coffee mixed with sweet raspberry muffin, "I was, but it's more fun this way" before kissing her again, deeply, and murmuring, "And I want you to myself for a while longer."
o-o-o
Danny glared as he laughed aloud at his own joke; feeling pleased, that even with so many hours on the clock, he hadn't lost his wit. They sat opposite each other in Café King; eating breakfast and discussing the most recent case. Smirking at his friend's lack of humor, he cheerfully went back to his stack of pancakes.
"You know Flack," Danny pointed his fork at him accusingly, "you and your girl Angell make quite a pair."
His ears pricked at the words, 'your girl'. He liked the way it sounded, 'his girl Jess'. Mustering his most casual response, he mumbled through a mouthful of breakfast, "Huh?"
"Yeah, she was at the Jones scene earlier; full of cute little one liners," the CSI groused, "a real wise ass. The pair of you could do some serious damage together."
He smirked again; proud that 'his girl' could rattle even Danny, the king of comedy.
Danny rolled his eyes, before plowing back into the plateful of eggs. "She is quite a looker though...Angell."
He frowned, aggrieved that another guy was commenting on 'his girl's' looks, "You think?"
Danny snapped his head up, snorting, "Don't bullshit me Don, you know she's hot."
Shrugging, he replied as indifferently as he could manage, "I guess...if you like that sort of thing."
They ate in silence for a few moments, musing both the case and women.
"Kate Hudson…the blonde in the chick flicks; now she's hot."
Danny nodded in agreement, although little bemused by the randomness of the statement.
"Saw her last week you know. Stopped for a slice on the way to the game and boom! There she was; other end of the counter. Hot damn!"
Danny smiled at the story, "That so Don?!" Carefully swallowing the mouthful of eggs and laying down the cutlery, he leant back against the booth. "You know, when Angell and I had coffee earlier, going over a couple of results, she told me the funniest story."
He raised an eyebrow, a little apprehensive where Danny was leading.
"We'd been chatting…about you amongst other things actually. I'd figured that since you and her work cases together and since she's a girl and all; I could get a bit of dirt on this chick you're seeing. Anyway, I tell her that I'd taken Linds to see that crappy movie, My Best Friend's Girl, the other weekend and she tells me that she'd stopped for a slice on the way to the game last week and that I'd never guess who was at the other end of the counter..."
His hands froze, forkful of pancakes halfway to his open mouth, his cheeks flushing.
"There's a lot of places to get a slice in this city you know Flack? Quite a coincide that you and Angell saw Kate Hudson on game night, eh?!"
Danny smirked, cocking an eyebrow. "Want to tell me again that Angell's only hot '…if you like that sort of thing'?!"
He scowled, cramming the pancakes into his mouth and chewing meaningfully, "Watch it Messer! How hot my girlfriend is, is of no concern of yours."