Wined Up Dead
Title: Wined Up Dead
Author/Artist: Liv
30_kisses Pairing: Danny Messer/Amy Fisher
Fandom: CSI:NY
Theme: #5 "ano sa" ("hey, you know....")
Disclaimer: I own anyone you don’t recognize, so don’t take them without permission.
"Do you really think my dad could have killed Drake?" asked Amy, looking over at Danny after shift, watching him pull on a clean shirt. He frowned and shrugged.
"Do you think he did?"
"I already know that answer, it’s not the one I’m looking for," said Amy stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Danny a look. He sighed and turned to her, leaning against his locker.
"Honestly?" asked Danny, running his hand over his face. Amy nodded and he sighed again. "Yeah I do."
Amy nodded and turned toward her locker to pull out her coat. Danny shut his eyes tightly, waiting for Amy to say something colorful to him. He opened his mouth to say something before she did, but she interrupted him.
"So do I."
Danny’s eyes snapped open and he gaped at Amy. Her shoulders were slightly slumped and she had her forehead pressed against her locker, staring at her shoes.
"You do?"
"Yeah," said Amy with a nod. "I don’t want to, but I do."
"You think he’d kill me if he knew we were dating?" asked Danny with a grin on his face. Amy looked at him seriously.
"That’s not funny, Danny."
"Oh, yeah it is."
"No, it’s not."
"C’mon, Amy," said Danny, reaching out and pulling on her sleeve. "You know it is."
Amy shook her head as a grin formed on her face. She swatted Danny’s hand away from her and let her face break out into a full blow smile, backing away from her locker and toward Danny.
"I hate you sometimes," said Amy, standing on her toes and kissing Danny’s cheek. "If you wined up dead I’m gonna laugh."
"No you wouldn’t."
"Wanna bet?"
Author/Artist: Liv
30_kisses Pairing: Danny Messer/Amy FisherFandom: CSI:NY
Theme: #5 "ano sa" ("hey, you know....")
Disclaimer: I own anyone you don’t recognize, so don’t take them without permission.
"Do you really think my dad could have killed Drake?" asked Amy, looking over at Danny after shift, watching him pull on a clean shirt. He frowned and shrugged.
"Do you think he did?"
"I already know that answer, it’s not the one I’m looking for," said Amy stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Danny a look. He sighed and turned to her, leaning against his locker.
"Honestly?" asked Danny, running his hand over his face. Amy nodded and he sighed again. "Yeah I do."
Amy nodded and turned toward her locker to pull out her coat. Danny shut his eyes tightly, waiting for Amy to say something colorful to him. He opened his mouth to say something before she did, but she interrupted him.
"So do I."
Danny’s eyes snapped open and he gaped at Amy. Her shoulders were slightly slumped and she had her forehead pressed against her locker, staring at her shoes.
"You do?"
"Yeah," said Amy with a nod. "I don’t want to, but I do."
"You think he’d kill me if he knew we were dating?" asked Danny with a grin on his face. Amy looked at him seriously.
"That’s not funny, Danny."
"Oh, yeah it is."
"No, it’s not."
"C’mon, Amy," said Danny, reaching out and pulling on her sleeve. "You know it is."
Amy shook her head as a grin formed on her face. She swatted Danny’s hand away from her and let her face break out into a full blow smile, backing away from her locker and toward Danny.
"I hate you sometimes," said Amy, standing on her toes and kissing Danny’s cheek. "If you wined up dead I’m gonna laugh."
"No you wouldn’t."
"Wanna bet?"