Sports Night Fic: One for the Money
Oh, noes! Danny is in peril, and little Charlie too!
What? Why are you laughing? Banks get robbed all the time. Somebody's gotta be in them at the time, and I say Danny and Charlie. It could happen.
Please note: This fic is complete. I am posting it in parts because LJ likes to smack my long bits up the head. Also, it are Suspenseful.
Casey tried not to sound too impatient as he pulled into the bank parking lot just outside the city and parked. "Tell me again why you have to go inside - wouldn’t it be quicker to use the ATM? You do know how to use the ATM, don’t you?"
Danny looked affronted. "Just because I don’t choose to use an impersonal machine to take care of my finances doesn’t mean I don’t know how. Besides, what if I have a question? The ATM can’t answer questions like a real, live teller can."
"The ATM can’t flirt with you like a real, live teller can either." Casey grinned, and Dan’s reply was cut off by Charlie piping up from the back seat.
"You don’t flirt with the teller, do you, Danny?"
"Not really. Maybe. Just a tiny bit. It’s not so much flirting as being friendly."
"Because you don’t like the teller, right?"
"I like her fine, Charlie, just - - not that way."
"Because you like my dad that way, right? And he wouldn’t like it if you really, really flirted with the teller."
Funny. Casey had always thought he would be the one to freak out when somebody pulled the curtain on their little secret. But all he can do is laugh in surprise at the accuracy of Charlie’s statement, while Dan’s the one who looks like he’s been pole-axed.
It’s tempting to torture him a bit, let him twist in the wind as he sputters and tries to summon words, but one quick glance at the very real panic on his face makes Casey decide to come to his rescue.
"Yes, Charlie, he likes me that way. And I like him that way. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, that’s okay." Charlie paused, considering, and asked one more question. "Dad? Is it a secret?"
God. This was not really a conversation he had planned on having in the middle of a parking lot. "It’s a little bit of a secret, Charlie, because of our job."
"But it’s okay that I know?"
"It’s very okay that you know." Casey met Charlie’s eye in the rear-view mirror and smiled. "I’m glad that you know, and we can talk about it some more later, if you want. That is, if we ever finish running errands and get on the road."
Next to him, Danny is looking away but breathing again, and managing his own shaky smile. "Fine, I’ll hurry. Tell you what, Charlie can come in with me, and he can flirt with the teller."
What? Why are you laughing? Banks get robbed all the time. Somebody's gotta be in them at the time, and I say Danny and Charlie. It could happen.
Please note: This fic is complete. I am posting it in parts because LJ likes to smack my long bits up the head. Also, it are Suspenseful.
Casey tried not to sound too impatient as he pulled into the bank parking lot just outside the city and parked. "Tell me again why you have to go inside - wouldn’t it be quicker to use the ATM? You do know how to use the ATM, don’t you?"
Danny looked affronted. "Just because I don’t choose to use an impersonal machine to take care of my finances doesn’t mean I don’t know how. Besides, what if I have a question? The ATM can’t answer questions like a real, live teller can."
"The ATM can’t flirt with you like a real, live teller can either." Casey grinned, and Dan’s reply was cut off by Charlie piping up from the back seat.
"You don’t flirt with the teller, do you, Danny?"
"Not really. Maybe. Just a tiny bit. It’s not so much flirting as being friendly."
"Because you don’t like the teller, right?"
"I like her fine, Charlie, just - - not that way."
"Because you like my dad that way, right? And he wouldn’t like it if you really, really flirted with the teller."
Funny. Casey had always thought he would be the one to freak out when somebody pulled the curtain on their little secret. But all he can do is laugh in surprise at the accuracy of Charlie’s statement, while Dan’s the one who looks like he’s been pole-axed.
It’s tempting to torture him a bit, let him twist in the wind as he sputters and tries to summon words, but one quick glance at the very real panic on his face makes Casey decide to come to his rescue.
"Yes, Charlie, he likes me that way. And I like him that way. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, that’s okay." Charlie paused, considering, and asked one more question. "Dad? Is it a secret?"
God. This was not really a conversation he had planned on having in the middle of a parking lot. "It’s a little bit of a secret, Charlie, because of our job."
"But it’s okay that I know?"
"It’s very okay that you know." Casey met Charlie’s eye in the rear-view mirror and smiled. "I’m glad that you know, and we can talk about it some more later, if you want. That is, if we ever finish running errands and get on the road."
Next to him, Danny is looking away but breathing again, and managing his own shaky smile. "Fine, I’ll hurry. Tell you what, Charlie can come in with me, and he can flirt with the teller."