For Steve

[sluttylyingliar]

She swears. She swears she wasn't snooping. She was minding her own damn business and watching fucking Housewives of Beverly Hills and then it was just there. She thought it was just a regular episode of the Steve and Danny EyeFuck Parade and had half thought about going to find Danny, to point to at least five instances that to her at least, proved those two were screwing back home. That was before it all went to shit. Before Danny's kid was kidnapped. Before she made herself sit through the whole damn mess because she had to know what happened. For Danny's sake. 

But now what? She can't just leave the thing lying around. But she has no idea if Danny should know. It would torture him. It would absolutely ruin him and he's happy and Grace turned out to be okay so it doesn't even seem worth it. If there's been any maturity gained in the past two years, however, it;s that she knows it's not really her decision to make.

So she runs off to find Steve, instead. It's probably disturbing that she knows their schedule this well but she speeds over to his office, reel stuffed into her bag. 

She quickly shuts the door behind her, and pushes sweaty hair off her face before Steve can even say hello.

"We need to talk," she bites out, letting out a shaky breath.

Comments

[haolehothead]

"Are you treating me like the little wife again?" Danny asks, muffled against Steve's chest as he tries to free his way out. He grabs hold of Steve's hips and tries to push him away slightly. "Babe," he says. "Can we go get so furiously drunk right now?"

[newkindofcop]

"C'mon," Steve murmurs, relinquishing his grip as he takes a step back, still running his hands over Danny's shoulders. "I'm in if you are."

[haolehothead]

"What, drunk Steve?" Actually, the thought of it makes him feel just the smallest bit better. When Steve gets drunk, Danny feels like he actually gets to take care of something. "I don't know how good it will make me feel, but at least I might not remember this in the morning."