A Friendly Conversation


Rating: PG, Humour

Pairing: Danny/Samantha friendship

Feedback: Makes my day

Disclaimer: If it was in the show, it's not mine.

Archive: At my site Checkmate (http://helsinkibaby.ahkay.net) , Fanfiction.net; anywhere else, please ask.

Summary: Danny is feeling guilty…

Notes: For the LiveJournal Writer's Choice "Love, loyalty, friendship" challenge, emphasis on friendship… this came about when my sister and I were watching Copycat and when we first saw Danny on the screen, we had the same reaction… which is basically Sam’s in here.


 

“Danny, you have to stop apologising. Really, I’m not upset.”

 

“You’re not upset?”

 

“I’m not upset.”

 

“You’re one of my best friends, I forget about your birthday, I don’t get you a present and you’re not upset?”

 

“No Danny, I’m not upset.”

 

“You have to be.”

 

“I’m getting upset now… are you ever going to let this drop?”

 

“I feel bad Samantha.”

 

“Well, at least you won’t forget it next year – that’s something, right?”

 

“You’re trying to make me look on the bright side.”

 

“Is it working?”

 

“How about dinner? We’ll go out to dinner, it’ll be my treat, I’ll get the waiter to bring you cake and have everyone sing happy birthday to you…”

 

“Whereupon you’ll become our next case…”

 

“OK, so there won’t be cake. But it’ll be someplace nice. Dinner and dancing and we can get all dressed up… you can wear a nice dress, I’ll wear a nice suit… what?”

 

“What?”

 

“You’re making a face.”

 

“I wasn’t making a face.”

 

“You were making a face. I mentioned a nice suit, you made a face, and I want to know why.”

 

“It’s just… was it going to be your brown suit?”

 

“My brown suit?”

 

“The one you wear with that orange and brown shirt?”

 

“What’s wrong with my suit?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

“You said that too quickly. You don’t like that suit?”

 

“Well, put it this way… you’re my friend, right?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“And you want to get me a present?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Burn that suit and shirt and we’ll call it even.”

 

“Seriously?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“It’s that bad?”

 

“Worse. Sorry.”

 

“No, it’s fine, it’s fine…”

 

“On the other hand, if you wore your charcoal pinstripe…”

 

“You like that one?”

 

“With the blue shirt? Oh yeah.”

 

“And you’d be ok being seen with me in that?”

 

“More than ok.”

 

“I’ll pick you up at eight?”

 

“It’s a date.”

 

“A date? Really?”

 

“Don’t get any ideas Taylor… strictly friendship.”

 

“I can live with that.”


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