A/N: This fic was a joy write, and with all the feedback I got it, became a challenge to try and continuously entertain everyone with the Flack/Danny dynamic! Thanks for encouraging me along the way everyone!
Disclaimer: Hmmm…..nope still not mine!
Technical Foul
Five weeks later….
Lindsay glanced at Danny uncertainly as he raised his hand to knock on the wide, oak stained, front door of Flack's apartment. Leaning in close so he could hear her voice over the noise coming from inside, she whispered, "Are you sure getting Flack tickets to see 'Beauty and the Beast' on Broadway was the best idea? I mean this is Flack, we're talking about here!"
Returning the gesture, Danny moved in until his breath tickled Lindsay's ear. Enjoying her reaction to his nearness as goose-bumps rose on her skin, he hovered a moment before responding. "Trust me Montana, he'll love 'em!"
Pulling back with a wicked grin moments before the door swung open, Danny relished the half-irritated, half-aroused look in Lindsay's eyes. He hoped that she'd always have that same reaction whenever he teased his favorite girl.
"Well look-y here," Flack chuckled, throwing the front door wide open. Drawing the couple into his apartment he poked Danny's shoulder. "Where's the present?"
Blue eyes widened in mock confusion. "Present," Danny inquired. "Why'd we bring a present? You do somethin' important for man-kind, like sterilization?"
"Now, now Messer, you know exactly why you should've brought me some kind of gift. Don't make me take you down in front of your girl here. I don't think your ego could handle than kind of embarrassment!" Flack's smile widened as he saw the jibe hit home.
Danny's eyes narrowed. "Just for that, no present for you!" Flack's immediately penitent and crestfallen face had Lindsay rolling her eyes while Danny snickered. Stepping between the two men she placed a hand in the middle of each chest. "Now you two behave because this is a birthday party." Lindsay turned a significant look towards Danny. "And he's the guest of honor! Now give him his gift!"
At the mention of present he'd selected for Flack, Danny's entire countenance immediately brightened. "Trade you one birthday present for a beer," Danny posed. Flack considered the offer then nodded. "Deal. Hang tight, I'll be right back." He disappeared into the kitchen, returning a brief minute later with three beers.
"All for me," Danny asked sweetly. "You shouldn't have."
"I didn't. One for you, one for her, one for me. Now where's my birthday gift?"
Theatrically Danny whipped an envelope out of his jacket's breast pocket. Presenting it to Flack he informed him, "I'd just like to let you know that I picked this out all on my own."
"I'm touched," Flack laughed as he slid the card from the envelope, skimmed the front, and flipped it open to discover the tickets. His eyes darkened with suspicion. "What are these?"
"Tickets to…well you can read what it says."
"It's says they're tickets to 'Beauty and the Beast'. However I know that cannot possibly be true because then I'd have to kill you."
Barely controlling his mirth, Danny turned as Lindsay tugged frantically on his arm. "I thought you said he'd like this gift! If this is like I'd hate to see his reaction for a gift he hates!" Enjoying himself too much to bother with explanations at the moment, Danny merely smiled. "He does like it Linds, trust me…he loves it!"
Addressing Flack loud enough for others in the immediate vicinity to hear Danny apologized. "Now I know that 'The Little Mermaid' is your favorite, but that's not on stage yet. While 'Mary Poppins' would've been an excellent alternative, there were none of the dancin' critters you're so fond of so…'Beauty and the Beast' it is! Chock full of singin', dancin' people, teacups and other assorted household appliances, and one beast, which I'm pretty sure falls under the animal category, at least before he's human again!"
Lindsay watched as Flack's eyes flashed fire, with just a hint of amusement. "Messer," he said in a low, even tone. "You have a thirty second head start. Then I'm coming after you!"
Caught up in the banter Danny proposed a challenge. "How 'bout we settle this on the court? First one to twenty points wins. Loser has to take winner to the show complete with dinner before hand, drinks after. You in?"
"Oh I'm in all right, but you should probably make sure Lindsay doesn't mind you taking me instead of her!"
"What makes you so sure you're gonna win Detective? Maybe you'll end up being the one to buy dinner and drinks?"
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that Messer. You make sure to warm up real good while I grab the basketball." He vanished to find a ball, as the guests filed outside to the court behind the building.
Lindsay followed Danny out, still confused. "Why would you purposely give a friend a gift he didn't want?" Danny pulled her in close. "It's a guy thing. Now give me a kiss for good luck." She gave him a brief kiss to his lips. "That's it? Now I know you can do better than that!"
With everyone watching Danny tangled his hands in Lindsay's hair, fusing her lips to his. People cheered, whistled and clapped making heat rise into Lindsay's cheeks. By the time Danny pulled back she felt light headed. "With a kiss like that I can't lose," he teased, leaving to go join Flack on the center court.
Gathering her muddled brain together, a common side effect of Messer kisses she'd learned, Lindsay listened to the two men bickering before either of them touched the ball.
"The blonde one yours," a girl asked, gesturing to the two opponents.
Lindsay nodded. "Yeah. Believe it or not their actually best friends." She rolled her eyes as the volume level of Danny and Flack's disagreement increased. "And don't they make such a lovely couple!"
The End.