Ok, so after reading your sweet idea I wrote you a little Bon Jovi thing, hope you like it! Enjoy! -- There’s soft music coming from Danny’s office, and it makes Steve stop in his tracks. Danny’d been working on the paperwork for their latest case all afternoon – and been complaining about it non-stop – and had finally left about half an hour ago, for good as Steve had thought, but he’s obviously been wrong. He steps over to Danny’s door and eases it open carefully, peeking inside to see what his partner is doing.
Danny’s sitting at his desk, looking at his computer screen, obviously entranced by what he’s watching, and there’s this small, beatific smile on his face that Steve usually associates with Grace and that makes something twist almost painfully in his belly because he’d like nothing more than have it directed at him, just once. But then the music finally registers with him, and he can’t help grinning.
“Really, Danny? Bon Jovi? You’ve really got nothing better to do? What about that paperwork?”
Danny just flaps his hand at him, as if he’s trying to brush off an annoying fly.
“Shut up, I’m listening to this. Please Come Home For Christmas, it’s a classic. Gracie was right, YouTube really is the best thing ever, I haven’t heard this in ages. And it’s waking very fond memories, so shoo! You’re disturbing my reminiscing.”
Steve is still grinning because this is too good, it’s as if Christmas has come early, and he rounds the desk to watch the music video over Danny’s shoulder.
“You’re reminiscing? You play with the thesaurus again, Danno? And about Bon Jovi? Did you hit your head when we drove through that door?”
Danny finally turns away from the monitor to glare at him, and Steve wonders if maybe he’s the one who hit his head because that’s the only explanations for the rush he’s feeling at having Danny’s attention on him like that.
“That was not a door, Steven, it was a freaking steel gate! It might’ve escaped your notice, but my car is not a tank, and it’s not equipped to be a battering ram. And… No, you know what, I’m not doing this right now, I’m not getting into the next round of crazy-shit-I-have-to-educate-Steve-about. I’m in a good place, and you’re not ruining it for me with your uninformed and philistine opinions about Jon Bon Jovi. So you either zip it, or you leave, there’s the door, please close it on your way out, thank you.”
With that he restarts the video he’d paused and Steve maybe pouts a bit – he’s not admitting to anything here, he’s got a reputation to lose after all – but he stays silent because he really doesn’t want to leave. He sees this kind of mellow Danny – that wasn’t even a proper rant just now – not nearly often enough, and if he wasn’t a bit scared of Danny’s reaction, Steve would like to hug him and just possibly never let go again. But as that’s not happening, he takes the next best thing which is learning more about a younger Danny.
“Okay, so Bon Jovi is your go-to happy place, I get it. But… what kind of memories are we talking here? Fireplaces? Milk and cookies? Make-out sessions on the couch?”
“December 1991, Red Bank,” Danny says, the smile having returned to his face, and Steve doesn’t even notice that he’s steadily inching closer to Danny’s chair until he can rest his arms on it, and if he bent forward just a bit, he could lean his head on Danny’s. “Bon Jovi gave a Christmas Benefit there. Don’t ask me how we got in, Mark – he was my best friend at the time – somehow got tickets through a friend of a cousin of one of his father’s colleagues or whatever, and Matty was furious because we didn’t take him, and he buried some of my favorite records in the snow and Mom and Dad grounded him for two weeks. It was beautiful! And we had these terrible fake IDs because we were only fifteen, and we drank more beer than was probably good for us, and I only remember that we got to the Swimming River and decided that it was a good idea to go ice-skating at two in the night. But the concert, it was amazing, let me tell you. We were right in the front and wow, Jon Bon was seriously hot. I had the biggest crush on him, and it made for some uncomfortable moments, if you get my drift, but it was so worth it.”
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There’s soft music coming from Danny’s office, and it makes Steve stop in his tracks. Danny’d been working on the paperwork for their latest case all afternoon – and been complaining about it non-stop – and had finally left about half an hour ago, for good as Steve had thought, but he’s obviously been wrong. He steps over to Danny’s door and eases it open carefully, peeking inside to see what his partner is doing.
Danny’s sitting at his desk, looking at his computer screen, obviously entranced by what he’s watching, and there’s this small, beatific smile on his face that Steve usually associates with Grace and that makes something twist almost painfully in his belly because he’d like nothing more than have it directed at him, just once. But then the music finally registers with him, and he can’t help grinning.
“Really, Danny? Bon Jovi? You’ve really got nothing better to do? What about that paperwork?”
Danny just flaps his hand at him, as if he’s trying to brush off an annoying fly.
“Shut up, I’m listening to this. Please Come Home For Christmas, it’s a classic. Gracie was right, YouTube really is the best thing ever, I haven’t heard this in ages. And it’s waking very fond memories, so shoo! You’re disturbing my reminiscing.”
Steve is still grinning because this is too good, it’s as if Christmas has come early, and he rounds the desk to watch the music video over Danny’s shoulder.
“You’re reminiscing? You play with the thesaurus again, Danno? And about Bon Jovi? Did you hit your head when we drove through that door?”
Danny finally turns away from the monitor to glare at him, and Steve wonders if maybe he’s the one who hit his head because that’s the only explanations for the rush he’s feeling at having Danny’s attention on him like that.
“That was not a door, Steven, it was a freaking steel gate! It might’ve escaped your notice, but my car is not a tank, and it’s not equipped to be a battering ram. And… No, you know what, I’m not doing this right now, I’m not getting into the next round of crazy-shit-I-have-to-educate-Steve-about. I’m in a good place, and you’re not ruining it for me with your uninformed and philistine opinions about Jon Bon Jovi. So you either zip it, or you leave, there’s the door, please close it on your way out, thank you.”
With that he restarts the video he’d paused and Steve maybe pouts a bit – he’s not admitting to anything here, he’s got a reputation to lose after all – but he stays silent because he really doesn’t want to leave. He sees this kind of mellow Danny – that wasn’t even a proper rant just now – not nearly often enough, and if he wasn’t a bit scared of Danny’s reaction, Steve would like to hug him and just possibly never let go again. But as that’s not happening, he takes the next best thing which is learning more about a younger Danny.
“Okay, so Bon Jovi is your go-to happy place, I get it. But… what kind of memories are we talking here? Fireplaces? Milk and cookies? Make-out sessions on the couch?”
“December 1991, Red Bank,” Danny says, the smile having returned to his face, and Steve doesn’t even notice that he’s steadily inching closer to Danny’s chair until he can rest his arms on it, and if he bent forward just a bit, he could lean his head on Danny’s. “Bon Jovi gave a Christmas Benefit there. Don’t ask me how we got in, Mark – he was my best friend at the time – somehow got tickets through a friend of a cousin of one of his father’s colleagues or whatever, and Matty was furious because we didn’t take him, and he buried some of my favorite records in the snow and Mom and Dad grounded him for two weeks. It was beautiful! And we had these terrible fake IDs because we were only fifteen, and we drank more beer than was probably good for us, and I only remember that we got to the Swimming River and decided that it was a good idea to go ice-skating at two in the night. But the concert, it was amazing, let me tell you. We were right in the front and wow, Jon Bon was seriously hot. I had the biggest crush on him, and it made for some uncomfortable moments, if you get my drift, but it was so worth it.”