The Chinese Date (David/Alice)
Title: The Chinese Date
author: Keenir
proofreader: Babnol (chok gracias, dude)
Pairing/Characters: Alice Chen/David Sinclair, mention of Colby.
Rating: PG-13, M
Summary: On a date, just the pair of them.
Spoilers: Trouble in Chinatown.
Warnings: teasing.
Notes: hopefully this won't be the last anyone writes of this pairing.
Prompts: Best Friend, Bowl, Indian.
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David Sinclair was sitting in a restaurant with Alice Chen, their arms resting on the side of the table, their knuckles resting comfortably against the other’s knuckles. “This’ nice,” David said to Alice as their meal was brought to them, the bowl placed in the center of the table.
Alice nodded agreement. “Where’d you find this place?” having not been to this Chinese restaurant before.
He shrugged. “Ran across it during a case, tried it once, and because they have good food, I came back.” To the waitress, “Xi xi,” thank you he had said.
“Makes sense,” Alice said to David as they picked up their chopsticks. “Though I’m trying not to be offended.”
“Hm?” David asked, caught in the middle of chewing his sea urchin. Once he had swallowed, “For taking you to a Chinese restaurant?”
She smiled. “Oh I’m used to my dates doing that. I’m a little hurt, though, that you need my help on a case.”
David blinked, wondering if this sort of dissonance was what Charlie experienced from time to time. “Sorry?”
“I don’t mind helping, but our last date was during another case,” leaving unsaid between them if you recall.
“My mom always told me not to push,” David explained. “And she drilled into me that the lady should set the pace,” and left unsaid but understood, you had my number just as I have yours.
“Had I but known,” Alice said, bowing her head a little. “Thank you,” and picked up a helping of rice noodles. “When I said I was offended, mostly I was trying not to be offended that you can eat that,” pointing noodle-filled chopstick at David’s urchins.
And, even now, in the midst of discussion and dining, David and Alice still each had one hand on the edge of the table, knuckles brushing just like before. Eating one-handed was an acceptable price for maintaining this sort of comfortable contact.
“What, they’re good.”
“So my mother tells me,” Alice agreed. “She’d like you.”
“She wouldn’t mind,” and gestured at his utensil-less bare hand, “…?”
“I’m a Federal agent too, if you recall,” Alice teased. Bringing the conversation to business as she knew it must, she adjusted her tone, “What did you need help with?”
David heard the change. “Colby’s birthday is coming up, and all the party halls I know of, well, it’d be too easy for word to reach Colby that something’s happening there.”
“Thus ruining the surprise,” Alice said.
David nodded.
“So this isn’t about a case,” Alice said.
“That’s right.”
Alice’s knuckles lifted off David’s, her palm coming to rest on the back of his hand. “I think I have just the place…it just opened, by the name of Ha Indios.” And in her eyes, tonight, I’ll call you.
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the end
author: Keenir
proofreader: Babnol (chok gracias, dude)
Pairing/Characters: Alice Chen/David Sinclair, mention of Colby.
Rating: PG-13, M
Summary: On a date, just the pair of them.
Spoilers: Trouble in Chinatown.
Warnings: teasing.
Notes: hopefully this won't be the last anyone writes of this pairing.
Prompts: Best Friend, Bowl, Indian.
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David Sinclair was sitting in a restaurant with Alice Chen, their arms resting on the side of the table, their knuckles resting comfortably against the other’s knuckles. “This’ nice,” David said to Alice as their meal was brought to them, the bowl placed in the center of the table.
Alice nodded agreement. “Where’d you find this place?” having not been to this Chinese restaurant before.
He shrugged. “Ran across it during a case, tried it once, and because they have good food, I came back.” To the waitress, “Xi xi,” thank you he had said.
“Makes sense,” Alice said to David as they picked up their chopsticks. “Though I’m trying not to be offended.”
“Hm?” David asked, caught in the middle of chewing his sea urchin. Once he had swallowed, “For taking you to a Chinese restaurant?”
She smiled. “Oh I’m used to my dates doing that. I’m a little hurt, though, that you need my help on a case.”
David blinked, wondering if this sort of dissonance was what Charlie experienced from time to time. “Sorry?”
“I don’t mind helping, but our last date was during another case,” leaving unsaid between them if you recall.
“My mom always told me not to push,” David explained. “And she drilled into me that the lady should set the pace,” and left unsaid but understood, you had my number just as I have yours.
“Had I but known,” Alice said, bowing her head a little. “Thank you,” and picked up a helping of rice noodles. “When I said I was offended, mostly I was trying not to be offended that you can eat that,” pointing noodle-filled chopstick at David’s urchins.
And, even now, in the midst of discussion and dining, David and Alice still each had one hand on the edge of the table, knuckles brushing just like before. Eating one-handed was an acceptable price for maintaining this sort of comfortable contact.
“What, they’re good.”
“So my mother tells me,” Alice agreed. “She’d like you.”
“She wouldn’t mind,” and gestured at his utensil-less bare hand, “…?”
“I’m a Federal agent too, if you recall,” Alice teased. Bringing the conversation to business as she knew it must, she adjusted her tone, “What did you need help with?”
David heard the change. “Colby’s birthday is coming up, and all the party halls I know of, well, it’d be too easy for word to reach Colby that something’s happening there.”
“Thus ruining the surprise,” Alice said.
David nodded.
“So this isn’t about a case,” Alice said.
“That’s right.”
Alice’s knuckles lifted off David’s, her palm coming to rest on the back of his hand. “I think I have just the place…it just opened, by the name of Ha Indios.” And in her eyes, tonight, I’ll call you.
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the end