"Police are on their way, sir." The dispatcher’s voice was calm. "Stay on the line with me until an officer shows up to talk to you."

Just then, a police car pulled up next to Casey instead of racing by like the others. The officer who got out looked tense and grim and much, much too young to be on the police force.

"You phoned it in? Suspected bank ( Read more... )

Casey carefully refolded the map and glanced at the bank impatiently. What on earth was Danny doing? Showing Charlie off to the entire bank staff, no doubt, and flirting like mad if Kyra was working today. But not really, really flirting with her, he reminded himself with a grin. Still, they really did need to get to the cabin before dark. Surely ( Read more... )

Casey took a deep breath as he watched them walk into the bank, Charlie holding Danny’s hand like he sometimes did when he forgot that he was ten.

It would be okay. He was glad, really, that Charlie was in the tiny club of people who knew. Just three, counting Charlie.

Casey felt a fluttering of guilt when he thought of how upset Danny had looked ( Read more... )

 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 ( Read more... )

Behold, I have returned! The beach was great, all hot and sandy and beach-y.  There was nothing giant and blue to be had, but I managed to find some refreshing substitute beverages ( Read more... )

So we're playing this science game with the kids, and one of the questions was "Which of the following musical instruments is named after its inventor?" And I'm just squealing with excitement:

"Saxophone, it's the saxaphone!"

"Er, correct. How did you know that?"

"Danny said it; he knows all kinds of stuff about music!!"

*puzzled stares*

I love when ( Read more... )

SN 100 Challenge #140: Wishes

Charlie found the brightest star, whispered fervently. Wishes almost never came true, but you never knew.

"What did you wish for?"

"I can’t tell. It won’t come true."

"Dads don’t count for that rule."

"Like you’re some kind of wish expert."

"I am - ask Danny."

"Fine. I wished that you lived in Canada."

"Why?"

"Because ( Read more... )

Dan found the brightest star, whispered fervently. Stupid, but who knew? Besides, it wasn’t like anyone was watching.

"I hope it comes true."

"Gaaaaaaah! Dammit, Casey, why are you out here?"

"What did you wish for?"

"Doesn’t matter."

"It does."

"It really, really doesn’t. Wishes don’t come true. Especially if you tell."

"Sometimes, wishes have to ( Read more... )

it's . . . disaster!fic (don't say I didn't warn you). feedback of all types welcome.

the formatting got a little wonky when I copied it over here, with a few misplaced paragraphs; please let me know if any thing seems wildly wrong.

"Danny! Let’s go." Maybe the third time would be the charm, but Casey was doubtful. Dan, deep in conversation with a ( Read more... )

I'm crazy busy with holiday stuff right now, and unlike catwalksalone, I can't seem to juggle baking cookies, wrapping presents, AND writing fic. So while I hope to squeeze in a drabble for the rewind, I'd given up making any progress on my wips until at least the 26th. But then, behold! last night I wrote a scene for my very troublesome danny- ( Read more... )