… bruised and banged up.
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Who’s your favorite uncle?
These guys are starting to look like serious buddies
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Danny first suspected something was up when Steve wasn’t in the doorway to his office asking where they should go for lunch at exactly 12 noon.
By 12:20 he started to get worried and marched over to Steve’s office to check things out.
Steve wasn’t at his desk.
What the hell?
For a second he wondered if the shmuck had gone to lunch without him but then he glanced over at the huge leather couch that absolutely no one needed in a real office but that Steve had in his and saw that familiar broad back and compact ass and all the other perfect parts that made up his partner and smiled to himself.
Talk about a glorious view.
Sure, fine let him have the couch.
“Steve?” he said softly and then, getting nothing, he moved in closer and repeated it a little louder. When Steve stretched he fully expected him to do that SEAL thing of his where he went from sound asleep to standing up at attention in a nano-second but instead all he got was a slow roll over and bleary eyed stare.
“Oh…. Hey Danno.”
“Hey yourself. You getting some beauty sleep or what?”
Steve sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. “I… I was just grabbing a nap.”
“So I see; but as far as remember we got plenty of sleep last night-you’re not sick are you?”
“No I’m not sick.” Steve stood up quickly. “What time is it?”
“I’m surprised your stomach hasn’t already told you. It’s 12:30.”
“Really? Come on, let’s go get some lunch.”
“Fine but are you sure you’re okay, because you look, as my grandma used to say, a little peaked.”
“Would you just stop it and come on.”
“Okay fine but I’m driving.”
Wait. Not even a fight?
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