Fic: Dinner In Hell, Chapter 1/2 (CSI NY / Withour A Trace, Danny / Martin, Don / Sheldon)
Title: Dinner In Hell, Chapter 1/2
Fandom: CSI NY / Without A Trace
Pairing: Don Flack / Sheldon Hawkes,
Danny Taylor / Martin Fitzgerald
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
“Do we have a case?” Martin closed the case file and added it to the top of the pile.
“Nope, false alarm.” Danny sat down on the edge of his desk. He was carrying two cups of coffee and set the other one in front of Martin. “They found him right after they asked us to take a look at it.”
“How did they find him?”
“He was in the basement of his apartment building. In twenty-seven pieces.”
“At least I had time to catch up on my paperwork.” Martin shrugged.
“By the way, you got plans for tomorrow?”
“No.”
“You wanna go to dinner party?”
“Sure. Who’s hosting?”
“My ex.” Danny grinned and took a sip from his coffee.
“Which one?”
“What do you mean?”
“According to the rumour mill your ex`s could fill the Superdome.”
“I was never that bad. And don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
“That look. That prudish I-can`t-believe-how-slutty-you-used-to-be look.”
“I’m not prudish.”
“Right…..”
“I’m not!”
“Just because some people don’t ask their friends to take a blood test before going to bed, you can’t assume they do it with anything that moves.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“And when I took you to my bed your lower regions were practically covered with cobwebs.”
“Don’t start….” Martin was turning bright red.
“If you wanna see the real, three-star slut of the FBI, go see that nerdy guy from administration.”
“Gilbert?”
“Yeah, but be careful. He likes to play with whips and cuffs. Not to mention he’s gone through almost half the male staff in this building.”
“Danny! Can we just forget I even mentioned your previous proclivities and just go back to the topic. Where are we going and why?”
“I ran into my ex at the scene.”
“What was he doing there?”
“His job, he’s a homicide detective.”
“And he invited us for dinner?”
“No, we were talking and one of the investigators came to see what we were talking about. First I thought he was just nosy, but then he turned out to be his boyfriend.”
“So he’s taken.”
“Don’t look so relieved. Anyway, the boyfriend introduced us and kept saying how we should get together so we could catch up. The boyfriend invited us for dinner after I said I was seeing somebody too.”
“Why?”
“You wanna know what he said or what I think he meant?”
“Both.”
“He said it would be nice to have a dinner together and get to know each other.”
“And what do you think he meant?”
“He just wanted to prove how mature and civilised he was about the whole situation. You should have seen his face. This really forced smile, shifty eyes, tight jaw…. Actually he looked just like you look right now.”
“I don’t look like that.”
“Believe what you want. So do you wanna go?”
“Do you want to go?”
“Free food.”
“Fine. We’ll go.”
----------------------------------------------------
“If you’re so upset about meeting them, why did you invite them for dinner?” Don smirked and gave Sheldon an amused look.
“I’m not upset, I’m thinking what I should make for dinner tomorrow.” Sheldon kept eyeing the cooking column in the newspaper.
“I know. When you get upset, you go into that obsessive housewife mood. We can cancel it if you want.”
“No, we’re all grown ups. We can have a nice evening and get to know each other like four mature men that we are.” He paused. “I just had no idea you used to have a thing for cheap gigolos before we met.”
“Shelly….”
“And don’t call me that. How long did it last?”
“What?”
“You and that fed.”
“That depends….. Three weeks or eight months.”
“What do you mean?”
“It was one of those on-off things. We got together sometimes to have fun. That’s all.”
“So what was he like?”
“He’s a nice guy.”
“That’s not what I meant. Commitment phobia or just plain slutty?”
“It was our agreement! Nobody got dumped or hurt.”
“Was he good?”
“Yeah.”
“Top or bottom?”
“You got that grazed look on your face. Just like when that waitress flirted with me at the diner.”
“I don’t get jealous, I’m a doctor.”
“That doesn’t even make sense!”
“Doctor’s don’t need to make sense.”
“I’ve noticed…..”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that your imagination is going on overdrive.” Don pulled the paper from Sheldon’s hands. “Come on, we’ll take a shower, order take-out and make out on the couch while the waiting for the game.”
“I still need to decide what I’m gonna cook.”
“Okay, I’ll shower alone.” Don pulled his shirt off and dumped it on Sheldon’s head. Few seconds later his jeans hit the floor.
“Do you really think you can mess with my head that easily?”
“Usually…. Yeah.” Don pulled his boxers down. “But if you’re not interesting in communal showering….” He turned around and marched to the bathroom, wiggling his butt on every step.
“This is so unfair….” Sheldon groaned and got up from the couch. “Okay, I’m coming, but I’m not gonna enjoy it!”
TBC