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.
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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
“I can live
with that.”
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