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[Jun. 27th, 2008|12:15 pm] |
Who: Danny and Mary
Where: Mary's Office at the casino
What: Talking, after Sam left
When: Shortly after they arrived
Warnings: Might be some cussing. Nothing major, or I'll revise.
The door clicked shut, Sam was gone, leaving Danny and Mary alone in the oversized office. The fact it was roomier, more modern, and definitely more plush than any office at the Montecito did not escape Danny's notice. Neither did the ring on Mary's left hand, or the matching band on his own. He hadn't noticed it there, before, but he'd been so wrapped up in trying to figure out what had happened, he hadn't taken the time to notice.
He wasn't sure what to make of it, and tried to keep his eyes averted from either hand. "So. That was easy," he muttered, looking to the door, referring to hiring Sam. He knew Mary had concerns about Sam's recklessness, her go-get-'em attitude, that often got her in trouble. She was, technically, their responsibility now. It was kind of scary, Danny mentally agreed, but would never say as much, out loud. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2008|03:49 pm] |
Who: Danny and Mary, maybe a doctor (Probably Chase for convenience)
Where: Hospital
When: After Mary collapsed last night and Danny rushed her to the hospital
Warnings: None, yet
Danny sat by Mary's side, holding ehr hand, thumb stroking the back of her hand while they waited for the results of her tests. He'd been terrified in Iraq, with bombs and guns and uncertainty in the air. but when Mary passed out while they were talking, he'd totally freaked out. He understood her fear, when he'd been sick just a few months earlier. It wasn't at all like the terror he'd known in a live war zone, it was more intense.
"How're you feeling?" he asked, unable to sit in silence, waiting. |
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