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Dating Calculator

Chapter Six- Danny and Christine

"Come on, Christine!" Danny said as he drove to the pub. "It'll be fun! Trust me! We'll just have a few drinks…see where it leads, yeah?"

"It will lead nowhere, Mr Quinn." She replied frostily.

"Well no- not if you won't give it a chance!"

"You know what, you're right. I apologize. Let's start again, shall we?" Christine suddenly mellowed. After all, he was a good looking man in a rugged, sort of way, and she hadn't had a date in a while. At least Danny wasn't married- unlike Lester!

Danny cast Christine a lopsided grin as he pulled the car into the driveway of the restaurant he had chosen as the venue for their date. It was a very expensive restaurant as he'd wanted to impress Christine. He'd dressed in a white jacket with black trousers, black waistcoat and a black bow tie in honour of the occasion and he grabbed at the tie around his neck every now and again, trying to clear his airway from the constriction.

Christine had dressed in an immaculate turquoise silk dress, which fell to her calves. Her hair was up in a chignon and she wore delicate jewellery to compliment the outfit. Her shoes matched her outfit perfectly, and although Danny thought that Christine often behaved as if she was above everyone else, on this occasion she had really made an effort and he thought she looked stunning. He admitted to himself that he had a 'bit of a thing' for Jenny, but he didn't think she felt the same way- he had seen the way she looked at Cutter. Maybe Christine would take his mind off her.

They went into the restaurant and Christine was surprised that the Maître d' seemed to know Danny and they were taken to a decent table usually reserved for important people. As they settled into their seats, the wine waiter came over and Danny ordered some wine. Christine was impressed once again- he seemed to know his wines. This man was turning out to be something of an enigma and she was beginning to be a little interested. Danny took charge and ordered their meals, and again Christine was pleasantly surprised. They talked about anything and everything over their meal, and there hadn't been any awkward silences. Danny had made a few jokes, but Christine had politely laughed at them even though she thought they were a bit 'cheesy.'

"Well, well, Mr Quinn." she began. "You are a surprise. Perhaps I've misjudged you a little."

"Thank you, and it's Danny! I told you we'd get on. Once you took that chip off your shoulder, I knew you'd be nice underneath!"

"Well, really!" she started affronted. "I haven't got a chip…" she stopped suddenly as Danny was laughing uproariously. "Oh, you're making a joke aren't you?"

"Just teasing. It's great here, isn't it? I come here a lot."

"Really? You do surprise me!"

"Why? Because I was once a cop and I've got a London accent. You're a snob, Christine Johnson!"

"I most certainly am not! I've got nothing against your accent, Mr Quinn. It's very…er…very…"

"Very? Rough? Cockney? Not posh enough?"

"I'm beginning to dislike you, Mr Quinn!"

"Danny. And no you aren't. I think you're beginning to like me!"

"Oh, really? And I suppose you think I'll be coming back with you for coffee tonight?"

"Certainly not! I'm not that kind of a guy, Christine."

"Pity. I'm feeling a little thirsty, and the coffee here's not so good…"

"Waiter! Bill please! Then let's…satisfy that thirst, shall we, Christine!"

"Yes, let's!"

Danny threw some notes onto the table and led Christine towards the door. As he passed the Maître d' he whispered "Thanks Uncle, I owe you one!" He hadn't bothered to mention to Christine that he could never afford to come to a place like this and get the best table and the best wine. Luckily his uncle worked here and was more than happy to do him a favour.

~~oOOo~~

Most of the team had tried to obtain accommodation as near as possible to the ARC due to being called in at unsocial hours. Danny was no exception, and they quickly reached his flat. It was in a nice area and the snob in Christine was satisfied at it not being too ramshackle or in a bad area. They went up to his apartment and when he opened the door, Danny moved quickly to the sofa where he scooped up a bundle of clothes.

"It's OK, Christine," he laughed. "I haven't been burgled!"

Christine looked at him uncomprehendingly and raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"Er…you know…the old joke? Because it's untidy…oh, never mind…I'll just…" he gave up on the joke and glanced around the room, finally going over to a cabinet and opening the door. He threw his armful of clothes inside, forcing the door closed with an effort. "So!" he said, standing up. "That coffee! I'll just…"

"Unless you've got something a little bit stronger?..." Christine countered.

"Aha! A girl after my own heart. I've got a nice little brandy tucked away, if you'd like some?"

"Lovely!"

Danny poured their drinks, giving Christine a larger glass full than normal to try to 'loosen' her up a little. "So tell me, Christine- what sort of guy do you usually go for?"

"Well…nice brandy by the way!... I tend to be a little diverse when it comes to men. I really go for the suave, sophisticated type- expensive suits- tuxedos that kind of thing. But then I'm also rather taken with your…well, action man type. You know- the 'who dares wins' kind!"

"So, basically a mixture between Lester and Becker!"

"Perfect!"

"Oh er, would you excuse me just one moment, Christine? I'll just get us some nibbles…feeling peckish…"

A few minutes later, Danny returned and stood in front of Christine where she was just checking the messages on her phone. She looked up, then looked back at her mobile for one second, then did a double take and stared at Danny in shock. Her mouth dropped open and she dropped her phone. Standing in front of her was Danny, dressed in nothing but his white tuxedo jacket, his bare chest with its light covering of hair exposed. With the jacket he wore just a pair of boxer shorts, patterned all over with guns of varying kinds.

"Suave- tuxedo and action man shorts! Fantastic, Danny!" Christine actually lost her superior demeanour for a split second as her face lit up with a look of wicked glee.

"Just my kind of guy!" She yelped as Danny moved closer to her and scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her towards the bedroom.

Connor Temple's dating calculator is brilliant, he thought to himself with a huge grin on his face….

To Be Continued…

Hooray! Success at last! I don't think it'll be a long term relationship though!