So I know you were probably wanting a chapter to do with Danny finding out about the twins, and fret not it is coming. But first I wanted to satisfy the urge within myself of exactly when Don realized he was in love with Syler, cause we haven't really seen much of the two of them in the last few chapters, so here it is peoples, without further adou.

Peace!

Don watched Syler move gracefully around his kitchen, and he wondered if it was possible to actually get drunk off how someone moves, up until that point he would not have believed it, but watching her now, he was certain.

"Lindsay called and canceled the movie plans, said she had something important to tell Danny," Don only nodded in return as he stared at his food, "It's so great that they are having an alien baby," She watched the top of his nodding head as he continued to stare without reaction, "Also I am leaving you for the temp Ryan from the lobby, there is just something about that bow tie and laminated name tag that gets me all hot and bothered."

His continually nodding head was annoying, and she snapped her fingers in from of his face, he looked up at her startled out of his comatose state, and smiled sheepishly as the conversation seemed to reach his ears, "Sorry." He mumbled, realizing that he had ignored her.

"What's wrong?" She asked him, looking from his face to his untouched dinner.

"Can't I just not be hungry?" He suggested, already knowing his problem.

"That couldn't possibly be the problem, you are always hungry." She drawled, throwing a dish rag at him.

He smiled pulling it away from his face, and using a dry part to mop up his chin that had gotten wet, "Nothings wrong, I just have a lot on my mind, and I guess my brain forgot that I was hungry." He told her taking an especially big bite of food he did not want.

"Right your brain just relapsed, and forgot that you shovel in the substance twenty-four seven. Seriously, I can tell when something is bothering you." Syler came to his side, and put her arm around him, worry striking a hard cord in her heart that he wouldn't simply tell her the problem. After all the things Don had seen Danny go through with Lindsay, they had decided that honesty was the best policy, they didn't have secrets.

At least she had thought they didn't.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, and grabbed at her hand, "Lets say I have this...friend--"

"You are not seriously going there?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, and it is rude to interrupt," He scolded her with fake anger, "Now my friend is wanting to tell his...friend something, but he is not sure how to go about it, and he asked for my help, but I cannot think of a solution for him."

"You are worked up to the point of not eating, because you can't come up with advice for your... friend." She mimicked his paused, and he could feel the air quotes that had been itching to accompany them.

"As a matter of fact I am, I care deeply about my friends." He purposefully took a large bite of his food, instantly regretting it, because he could hardly choke it down.

"So what does this friend want to tell his friend?" She asked, his stepping in between his legs, and wrapping her arms tighter around his neck.

Don swallowed hard, and looked up at her, now have a perfect view of everything he should not be looking at, "I didn't ask." He took this moment to stand, and clear his plate, taking extra care to slowly scrape the leftovers into the trash can, and rinse off the plate. When he turned back, he found her closer then where he had left her, and now her fingers were playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"So you have to figure out a way to help your friend tell his other friend, something serious enough that he would need help thinking out a way to tell them, but you don't even know what your friend wants to tell his friend?" She asked, as though she had no trouble recalling.

Nodding thoughtfully, "I see your point, I should really ask my friend what he needs to tell his friend, otherwise this is gonna be a lotta time wasted." He told her, his expression the picture of seriousness.

"You should, you really should. Just out of curiosity, what do you think this friend needs to tell his friend?"

That he is in love with his friend. Don thought, and for a long horrifying moment, he had thought he had said these things, because her face went to stone, but she scoffed and left him standing there, clearly she had just been frustrated with his silence.

He still was in shock about the whole thing, he, Donald Alec Flack, was in love, and he was too much of a coward to say it out loud, much less to the woman he was in love with. Don could clearly recall the moment he had realized it too, it had only been four weeks after Danny and Lindsay's wedding, and Syler had surprised him at work.

He had felt two small arms wrapping around his neck, and someone breathing awfully close to his neck ask, "Hey there hot stuff, I am looking for this insanely gorgeous guy that works here perhaps you have seen him."

"Huh? Well there is really only one guy I know of that fits that description." Don said, turning around, and wrapping her up in a hug that lifted her off the ground, as she returned again to planet Earth, she offered a sly smile.

"Yeah, that Adam Ross is a charmer isn't he."

Don growled in the back of his throat, knowing that she was only doing it to get a rise out of him, but he also knew she was aware just how flawlessly it worked,"Sy."

"Please, I only have eyes for you." She smiled brightly, and kissed him.

"What's up? Not that I don't love seeing you, but you don't normally stop by here." He knew that Syler hadn't liked just dropping in on him, since she had accidentally see photos of a crime scene that had been scattered on his desk, not only did it make her queasy, she had to call him every night for the week that followed to yell at him for giving her nightmares.

"I know, but I am on a mission, because me and Linds are going out tonight, I felt bad just leaving you to fend for yourself, so I got you something to do. Before you say anything," She said silencing the protest that was about to come from his open mouth, "No it doesn't involve time travel, a stripper, or Tina Turner, you don't have to tell me twice."

He laughed loudly at her, "Well thank you for taking my opinion into consideration."

"I'm saving that for a night when I can be there to see every glorious second of it," She smiled sideways at him, "This however is something you and Danny are doing, and since he is one inconsolable Blue Eyes whenever Lindsay isn't around, I thought you two could mope together."

"Very thoughtful." He said still smiling.

"I know, so I got you tickets to a ball game."

His smile broadened, "You did? Really?"

"Of course, I would never lie of such things." She told him looking offended. But handing over the tickets to him anyways.

He smiled at her, "Thank you babe."

"You are more than welcome." She kissed him as her cell phone went off, "Oh that's Lindsay, I have got to run, but I'll see you tomorrow."

"Certainly." He said as she walked away.

Glancing down at the tickets, his heart lurched in his chest.

"These are Mets tickets!" He called out after her.

She glanced at the tickets and then at his face, a look of horror crossing her face that she had done something wrong.

"What?" She asked, sounded even more terrified, she knew that sports were sacred.

"It's just--I love it but--everyone normally thinks I'm a Yankees fan."

Her previous expression was replaced with one of glee, and she turned skipping the rest of the way down, waving to Mac as she did. He couldn't believe it, and if he hadn't felt it himself, he wouldn't have believed it either, you don't fall in love with someone over baseball tickets, you couldn't.

It was so small, and so insignificant, love was a grand gesture. But that was possibly the thing that made him love her the most, was that she would know those little things even though he had never really gone into detail about sports with her before.

It was the fact that she would know something so insignificant, that is what made it grand. That is what made him love her.

He pushed off of the counter, and followed her into the living room, she was watching TV and glanced up at him smiling slightly, having gotten over her anger, as she let him slid in behind her on the couch.

She snuggled into his chest, "You know its okay if you don't want to tell me."

Don closed his eyes, hating not telling her but blurting it out was not the right thing to do, it needed to be perfect.

"I mean would I like to know of course, but I know you wouldn't keep anything important from me, and so if you don't feel the need to tell me I guess I don't need to know," She lifted her head to look at him, "I just wanted you to know you aren't obligated to tell me everything."

He looked at her, his heart having stared a new beat because it seemed to have forgotten how it had been beating before, "Syler--I--"

She smiled at him, but said nothing, knowing that he would spit it out eventually.

Who was to say now was not the right time? That now was not perfect? He could tell her, he could do this, he would do this, "Sy, I know that we said no secrets, and I have been keeping something from you. It's not something bad, at least I don't think so, but--" He glanced at the television and saw a proposal scene, and laughed lightly at it, "But it's something that I want--no its something I need to tell you."

Syler only nodded encouragingly at him, afraid if she spoke the moment would pass the spell broken, and whatever he had to say, her heart needed to hear.

"Syler I--"

His words were lost as the phone that was sitting on the table just behind the couch began to ring, and Don paused his mouth wrapped around the letter 'L' as Syler glanced at the phone.

Read the ID she cursed under her breath, "It's Lindsay, I should probably take it," He nodded mutely, snapping his mouth shut in the process, "But when I get off the phone, you'll tell me what you wanted to tell me right?"

He nodded again, and sighed as she stood from the couch, sinking lower, so much for a perfect moment.

WooHoo over 2000 words people! How is that for a non-Christmas chapter? Anyway yes I do know I used the baseball ticket thing from Criminal Minds so please, don't pelt me with hate stuff for it, it was just too a cute scene and as a sports lover myself, it was perfect. Besides for me, it is the little things that people know about you that you didn't have to tell them that make you love them all the more.

But now I am tired, and I have yet to hear Santa, and I think I might just sleep this year, anyway read and review cause it's Christmas I expect to have a review for each and every hit I get!