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laniew1Part 2 of my AU Martin/Danny.
Part one can be found here: At First Glance – The Blind Date
Feedback is always welcome.
SERIES: At First Glance
TITLE: The Blind Date
RATING: PG (for language)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
At First Glance – Peace Offerings
He knew that the coffee and Danish waiting for him on his desk were peace offerings. The fact that he’d drank the coffee and had been almost half-finished with the Danish when Jack had called them all to the table meant that he’d accepted the peace offering.
He probably should have held off, made Sam grovel a little but his alarm hadn’t gone off and he’d needed the coffee if he was going to be a functioning member of humanity, and by the time he was half done with the coffee he’d been hungry so he’d ate the Danish to.
He’d listened to Jack detail their latest case, waiting more importantly for their assignments.
He’d made no secret that he had a date the night before, he hadn’t said who because it was really no ones business. He knew that as soon as Sam had walked in the door that morning she would have told both Jack and Vivian.
And who he ended up partnered with would determine how interested in how everyone was in how The Date had gone the previous night.
He wasn’t even a little surprised that Jack put him with Sam. She was after all the only one that should legitimately know that he’d been out with Martin Fitzgerald the night before.
Anyone else and it would have looked suspicious. He wondered if they even knew that the only reason that Sam knew was because she’d busted in on his date the night before.
He could almost forgive her that, because it wasn’t every day that someone that they actually knew had a ‘date’ with the only son of Victor Fitzgerald.
Victor was hyper-protective of Martin, of both of his children actually. But more so with Martin than with the sister. Probably because Martin lived in New York City instead of under his heel in D.C. Danny wouldn’t be surprised if he found out that Victor had done some sort of background check on him when he found out that Danny had been going out with him. The fact that Victor hadn’t put a stop to the date either meant that he hadn’t found anything that alarmed him or hadn’t got the background check back in time to do anything about it.
He’d been sort of nervous about the date; the last guy that Martin had dated had been well-off, well-connected and well-known. Danny was none of those things. Jessie had assured him that he would be fine, told him to be himself.
He didn’t think that she’d meant for him to undress Martin with his eyes. He hadn’t been able to help himself though, Martin had walked out of his office, tie pulled loose around his neck looking distracted and luscious and Danny had never wanted to see somebody naked before in his life.
If he’d thought Martin would have gone along with it he would have dragged him back to his apartment after dinner, stripped him naked and licked him until he screamed.
Sam waited until they were in the car, Danny driving because he valued his life and wouldn’t let Sam behind the wheel unless he was unconscious.
“I’m so sorry,” he glanced over at her, because she certainly sounded like she was sorry. “I just… I saw Martin and I didn’t even realize that you were there until Martin starting choking and I didn’t know what you’d told him about where you work, or with who…”
“Sam,” he tried to cut her off at the pass, she was flustered and could babble for hours if he didn’t nip it in the bud.
“I mean I knew you had a date I just didn’t realize who it was and I would never have shown up if I’d known… even though you have really bad taste in women, and well men but there’s not so many of them.”
“Sam…”
“And Martin is so not your type in the first place so really how would I have known anyway. I mean his father sets him up with sons of like Senators and powerful businessmen. He does not traditionally set him up with FBI agents.”
Danny arched a brow at her, tapping his fingers along the wheel as he waited at the red light. Sam was on a roll and from the looks of traffic it appeared that it was going to take them at least an hour to get out of the city, she was going to obviously ramble the whole time.
He should really have got another cup of coffee before they left, at least he could have distracted himself with the caffeine.
“He looks different,” Sam mused. “I think he’s lost weight or something.”
“You’ve met him like what twice, how can you tell?”
“Its two more times that you have.”
“And he looked fine,” he ignored the smirk that appeared on Sam’s face at that. “And I don’t have a type.”
“Yes you do… I don’t want to say the people you go out with are sleazy.”
Danny scowled. Because the people he dated were not sleazy. They just liked to show off their bodies. And that wasn’t a crime unless it led to prostitution. Which it didn’t.
“They are not.”
“They are,” Sam stated emphatically. “And Martin is so… so normal and kind of boring. He’s an accountant for gods sake. What did you guys even find to talk about? I mean it’s not like you have anything in common besides his father and I’m pretty sure that Daddy isn’t a conversation that Martin would feel comfortable talking to you about. Besides which you two are from totally different worlds.”
Danny scowled at her, because she was sort of right. Martin and he did come from different worlds. Very different worlds, Danny hadn’t exactly grown up on the streets but it had been a damn close thing at times. But none of that meant that there wasn’t a way for them to meet somewhere in the middle. “You know maybe that’s a good thing.”
“A good thing?” Sam looked at him warily.
“Yeah, you know opposites attract and all that bullshit.”
Sam sighed, and shook her head and Danny knew that in her mind she thought that he’d somehow missed whatever point she’d been trying to make. He hadn’t, he just didn’t care. So what if he and Martin were different, Martin might not have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth but he’d definitely had things that Danny hadn’t.
A stable home life for one. An actual home for the other. A sibling, parents.
But none of that really mattered in the grand scheme of things. As long as they liked each other everything else should take care of itself in time.
And next time he was begging for Vivian as his partner, she might be interested in his personal life but she didn’t meddle in it and she sure as hell had never shown up in the middle of a date with a really nice guy who was probably never going to call him again.
It was damn shame to. Because he’d liked talking to Martin, he had a wicked sense of humor and had been fairly amusing, even if he did glance at his watch almost every half hour.
Danny was pretty sure that he’d gone back to work almost as soon as he’d been dropped off and he didn’t think he’d ever had a job that he’d been willing to do that. Because being paged for work was one thing, voluntarily going back in again that was something else entirely.
He wondered if he could get Jessie to finagle a second date on his behalf.
Because it really wasn’t his fault that Sam had ruined the first one after all.
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Danny had just about given up on ever hearing from Martin again. Two and a half weeks after their blind date and he’d not heard one word from the other man.
It was probably just as well. Self-doubt (which Danny didn’t have a lot of experience with but was finding out he didn’t like at all) had set in and he’d wondered if there was really any way that things between him and Martin could actually work out.
The week in itself had been long; the case they’d been working had been bad. Their missing person was found dead, had actually been dead before he’d ever even been reported missing by co-workers and that somehow made it worse.
He had planned on Chinese, soda and a whatever sport he could find a TV (unless it was curling in which case he’d try the movie channels). Mindless fun, something he didn’t have to think about at all.
With that in mind he was juggling a bag of Chinese and a six pack of soda when he got to his apartment and heard his phone ringing. It wasn’t his cell, that was on his person and silent, which meant it wasn’t work.
Thank god. He needed a few days to get back in the right frame of mind to go back to looking for missing people.
He dropped the bag on the coffee table, the soda on the couch and managed to grab the phone before whoever was on the other end could hang up, or get the machine.
“Hello?” Danny shrugged out of his coat, shaking his head. It had started raining on his walk back to the apartment. The weather forecast had not said one word about a chance of rain. Not that he paid all that much attention to it.
“Danny?” the voice was familiar, warm with just a little bit of hesitation and it took Danny a half-second to place it. Then a smile appeared on his face and his heart lightened and the week that had seemed like it would never end faded away.
“Hey Martin.”
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Part one can be found here: At First Glance – The Blind Date
Feedback is always welcome.
SERIES: At First Glance
TITLE: The Blind Date
RATING: PG (for language)
PAIRING: Danny/Martin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
At First Glance – Peace Offerings
He knew that the coffee and Danish waiting for him on his desk were peace offerings. The fact that he’d drank the coffee and had been almost half-finished with the Danish when Jack had called them all to the table meant that he’d accepted the peace offering.
He probably should have held off, made Sam grovel a little but his alarm hadn’t gone off and he’d needed the coffee if he was going to be a functioning member of humanity, and by the time he was half done with the coffee he’d been hungry so he’d ate the Danish to.
He’d listened to Jack detail their latest case, waiting more importantly for their assignments.
He’d made no secret that he had a date the night before, he hadn’t said who because it was really no ones business. He knew that as soon as Sam had walked in the door that morning she would have told both Jack and Vivian.
And who he ended up partnered with would determine how interested in how everyone was in how The Date had gone the previous night.
He wasn’t even a little surprised that Jack put him with Sam. She was after all the only one that should legitimately know that he’d been out with Martin Fitzgerald the night before.
Anyone else and it would have looked suspicious. He wondered if they even knew that the only reason that Sam knew was because she’d busted in on his date the night before.
He could almost forgive her that, because it wasn’t every day that someone that they actually knew had a ‘date’ with the only son of Victor Fitzgerald.
Victor was hyper-protective of Martin, of both of his children actually. But more so with Martin than with the sister. Probably because Martin lived in New York City instead of under his heel in D.C. Danny wouldn’t be surprised if he found out that Victor had done some sort of background check on him when he found out that Danny had been going out with him. The fact that Victor hadn’t put a stop to the date either meant that he hadn’t found anything that alarmed him or hadn’t got the background check back in time to do anything about it.
He’d been sort of nervous about the date; the last guy that Martin had dated had been well-off, well-connected and well-known. Danny was none of those things. Jessie had assured him that he would be fine, told him to be himself.
He didn’t think that she’d meant for him to undress Martin with his eyes. He hadn’t been able to help himself though, Martin had walked out of his office, tie pulled loose around his neck looking distracted and luscious and Danny had never wanted to see somebody naked before in his life.
If he’d thought Martin would have gone along with it he would have dragged him back to his apartment after dinner, stripped him naked and licked him until he screamed.
Sam waited until they were in the car, Danny driving because he valued his life and wouldn’t let Sam behind the wheel unless he was unconscious.
“I’m so sorry,” he glanced over at her, because she certainly sounded like she was sorry. “I just… I saw Martin and I didn’t even realize that you were there until Martin starting choking and I didn’t know what you’d told him about where you work, or with who…”
“Sam,” he tried to cut her off at the pass, she was flustered and could babble for hours if he didn’t nip it in the bud.
“I mean I knew you had a date I just didn’t realize who it was and I would never have shown up if I’d known… even though you have really bad taste in women, and well men but there’s not so many of them.”
“Sam…”
“And Martin is so not your type in the first place so really how would I have known anyway. I mean his father sets him up with sons of like Senators and powerful businessmen. He does not traditionally set him up with FBI agents.”
Danny arched a brow at her, tapping his fingers along the wheel as he waited at the red light. Sam was on a roll and from the looks of traffic it appeared that it was going to take them at least an hour to get out of the city, she was going to obviously ramble the whole time.
He should really have got another cup of coffee before they left, at least he could have distracted himself with the caffeine.
“He looks different,” Sam mused. “I think he’s lost weight or something.”
“You’ve met him like what twice, how can you tell?”
“Its two more times that you have.”
“And he looked fine,” he ignored the smirk that appeared on Sam’s face at that. “And I don’t have a type.”
“Yes you do… I don’t want to say the people you go out with are sleazy.”
Danny scowled. Because the people he dated were not sleazy. They just liked to show off their bodies. And that wasn’t a crime unless it led to prostitution. Which it didn’t.
“They are not.”
“They are,” Sam stated emphatically. “And Martin is so… so normal and kind of boring. He’s an accountant for gods sake. What did you guys even find to talk about? I mean it’s not like you have anything in common besides his father and I’m pretty sure that Daddy isn’t a conversation that Martin would feel comfortable talking to you about. Besides which you two are from totally different worlds.”
Danny scowled at her, because she was sort of right. Martin and he did come from different worlds. Very different worlds, Danny hadn’t exactly grown up on the streets but it had been a damn close thing at times. But none of that meant that there wasn’t a way for them to meet somewhere in the middle. “You know maybe that’s a good thing.”
“A good thing?” Sam looked at him warily.
“Yeah, you know opposites attract and all that bullshit.”
Sam sighed, and shook her head and Danny knew that in her mind she thought that he’d somehow missed whatever point she’d been trying to make. He hadn’t, he just didn’t care. So what if he and Martin were different, Martin might not have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth but he’d definitely had things that Danny hadn’t.
A stable home life for one. An actual home for the other. A sibling, parents.
But none of that really mattered in the grand scheme of things. As long as they liked each other everything else should take care of itself in time.
And next time he was begging for Vivian as his partner, she might be interested in his personal life but she didn’t meddle in it and she sure as hell had never shown up in the middle of a date with a really nice guy who was probably never going to call him again.
It was damn shame to. Because he’d liked talking to Martin, he had a wicked sense of humor and had been fairly amusing, even if he did glance at his watch almost every half hour.
Danny was pretty sure that he’d gone back to work almost as soon as he’d been dropped off and he didn’t think he’d ever had a job that he’d been willing to do that. Because being paged for work was one thing, voluntarily going back in again that was something else entirely.
He wondered if he could get Jessie to finagle a second date on his behalf.
Because it really wasn’t his fault that Sam had ruined the first one after all.
Danny had just about given up on ever hearing from Martin again. Two and a half weeks after their blind date and he’d not heard one word from the other man.
It was probably just as well. Self-doubt (which Danny didn’t have a lot of experience with but was finding out he didn’t like at all) had set in and he’d wondered if there was really any way that things between him and Martin could actually work out.
The week in itself had been long; the case they’d been working had been bad. Their missing person was found dead, had actually been dead before he’d ever even been reported missing by co-workers and that somehow made it worse.
He had planned on Chinese, soda and a whatever sport he could find a TV (unless it was curling in which case he’d try the movie channels). Mindless fun, something he didn’t have to think about at all.
With that in mind he was juggling a bag of Chinese and a six pack of soda when he got to his apartment and heard his phone ringing. It wasn’t his cell, that was on his person and silent, which meant it wasn’t work.
Thank god. He needed a few days to get back in the right frame of mind to go back to looking for missing people.
He dropped the bag on the coffee table, the soda on the couch and managed to grab the phone before whoever was on the other end could hang up, or get the machine.
“Hello?” Danny shrugged out of his coat, shaking his head. It had started raining on his walk back to the apartment. The weather forecast had not said one word about a chance of rain. Not that he paid all that much attention to it.
“Danny?” the voice was familiar, warm with just a little bit of hesitation and it took Danny a half-second to place it. Then a smile appeared on his face and his heart lightened and the week that had seemed like it would never end faded away.
“Hey Martin.”
