"- and that stupid idiot just ignores every hint a patient is giving him. Just because he has been doing this job for eight years now, doesn't mean he knows everything better! God Steve, he is so..so..! I can't even say. I can't work with this incompetent bastard who doesn't care for anyone but himself!"
Ever since Danny had come to Steve's place an our ago, the blond medic could do nothing but complain about the colleague he had to partner up with today. Steve hadn't even gotten the name of the guy, but he didn't think it was important either. Danny needed to let of some steam, and if he could do that by shouting at Steve until his voice gave away, then it was fine.
"He made little Clare cry today, because he had been so focused on the little wound he could see that he ignored her complaining about pain at another place. And he was snapping at her. You don't snap at a hurting six-year old, Steven!"
Steve agreed with Danny wholeheartedly, but knew better than to speak up before his boyfriend was finished. Thankfully, it seemed like Danny slowly came to an end, the angry redness from his had receded a lot and he looked more tired than livid now. Time to carter Danny off to bed.
Danny was docile as Steve maneuvered him up into the bedroom, stripped him to his boxers and shoved him into bed. Steve made one last round of his house, to turn everything off and the alarm on, and then easily slipped behind Danny to wrap himself around the smaller man.
"When is Meka coming back?" Steve asked after a moment of silence and pressed a small kiss to Danny's neck.
Danny gave a soft sigh, before answering. "Two days, six hours and," Danny glanced at the alarm clock, "thirty-two minutes." It sounded suspiciously like Danny was sulking, so Steve pulled him closer to himself.
"You just say the word, and I'll find a reason to throw the law at the guy. Perhaps a grenade, too."
A snort escaped Danny in a rush, and it turned into a small about of tired giggles. Steve didn't try not to join in.