Pairing: DL
Rating: PG (maybe PG-13)
Summary: Danny and Lindsay get locked into a broom closet. Pure fluff. Inspired by conversation in the shipper thread
Sheldon walked into the break room, where both Stella and Flack were drinking coffee. “How you doin’, Hawkes?” asked Flack.
“I’m fine. But what about those two?” he asked, pointing through the glass wall at a bickering Lindsay and Danny. “When are they ever going to admit their feelings for each other?”
Stella smiled conspiratorially. “Think we should give them a little help?”
Hawkes asked, “How?”
Just then Mac walked in. “Why are you all not working?”
Stella responded, “I’m waiting on trace results.”
Hawkes replied, “Waiting on DNA.”
Flack continued, “I’m waiting on their results.”
It was hard for the three to keep from laughing. Mac left, and Stella continued, “Okay, how are we going to help them?”
Flack said, “We could lock them into a broom closet. But how would we get them there?”
Hawkes said, “Well, I’m working with Danny, and you’re working with Lindsay right?” Stella nodded. “We could suddenly run out,” Hawkes said, as he held his fingers up in quotes, “of something and send them.” The three finished plotting an planned to “help” Danny and Lindsay that afternoon.
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Lindsay and Stella were in the DNA lab processing some blood samples when Stella looked at her watch reached for some more microfuge tubes. It was time. Of course, since she’d hid them, they were nowhere to be found. “Hey, Lindsay, we’re out of microfuge tubes. Do you mind heading to the supply closet to get some?”
“No problem.” Lindsay headed out, while Stella was snickering behind her.
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Meanwhile, Danny and Hawkes were in the fingerprint lab when suddenly, there were no more tape lifts to be found. “Hey, Danny, we’re out of tape lifts. Do you mind going to the supply closet to get some?”
“Why should I have to go?” Danny asked with a bit of a whiny tone in his voice.
“Because I’m in the middle of processing this hammer.” Sheldon had conveniently picked up the one piece of evidence that would take the longest to do.
“All right, I’ll go.” Danny left, with Sheldon smirking behind his back.
Flack had timed it perfectly, so that he was walking down the hall as Danny was. “Hey Don, what you doing up here?”
“I just came to talk to Stella about the case.” It was fortunate that Flack was a good liar, and doubly fortunate that Danny didn’t see keys in his hand.
“Well, I’ll let you go,” Danny said, stepping into the supply closet. Flack quickly shut the door, and locked it.
Please review! If you review, there will be more, but if you don't, there won't. :devil:
Rating: PG (maybe PG-13)
Summary: Danny and Lindsay get locked into a broom closet. Pure fluff. Inspired by conversation in the shipper thread
Sheldon walked into the break room, where both Stella and Flack were drinking coffee. “How you doin’, Hawkes?” asked Flack.
“I’m fine. But what about those two?” he asked, pointing through the glass wall at a bickering Lindsay and Danny. “When are they ever going to admit their feelings for each other?”
Stella smiled conspiratorially. “Think we should give them a little help?”
Hawkes asked, “How?”
Just then Mac walked in. “Why are you all not working?”
Stella responded, “I’m waiting on trace results.”
Hawkes replied, “Waiting on DNA.”
Flack continued, “I’m waiting on their results.”
It was hard for the three to keep from laughing. Mac left, and Stella continued, “Okay, how are we going to help them?”
Flack said, “We could lock them into a broom closet. But how would we get them there?”
Hawkes said, “Well, I’m working with Danny, and you’re working with Lindsay right?” Stella nodded. “We could suddenly run out,” Hawkes said, as he held his fingers up in quotes, “of something and send them.” The three finished plotting an planned to “help” Danny and Lindsay that afternoon.
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Lindsay and Stella were in the DNA lab processing some blood samples when Stella looked at her watch reached for some more microfuge tubes. It was time. Of course, since she’d hid them, they were nowhere to be found. “Hey, Lindsay, we’re out of microfuge tubes. Do you mind heading to the supply closet to get some?”
“No problem.” Lindsay headed out, while Stella was snickering behind her.
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Meanwhile, Danny and Hawkes were in the fingerprint lab when suddenly, there were no more tape lifts to be found. “Hey, Danny, we’re out of tape lifts. Do you mind going to the supply closet to get some?”
“Why should I have to go?” Danny asked with a bit of a whiny tone in his voice.
“Because I’m in the middle of processing this hammer.” Sheldon had conveniently picked up the one piece of evidence that would take the longest to do.
“All right, I’ll go.” Danny left, with Sheldon smirking behind his back.
Flack had timed it perfectly, so that he was walking down the hall as Danny was. “Hey Don, what you doing up here?”
“I just came to talk to Stella about the case.” It was fortunate that Flack was a good liar, and doubly fortunate that Danny didn’t see keys in his hand.
“Well, I’ll let you go,” Danny said, stepping into the supply closet. Flack quickly shut the door, and locked it.
Please review! If you review, there will be more, but if you don't, there won't. :devil:
