Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
A/N: Got inspired by watching a repeat of Night, Mother.
"So you're from Brooklyn?" Danny asked when Aiden came into the break room one morning.
Aiden stared at him for a moment, deciding whether to answer him or not. His blue eyes sparkled behind his glasses as he took a sip from his mug. She couldn't help but detect that small detail before opening the fridge.
"Good morning to you too Messer." She extracted a bottle of water and leaned on the counter.
Danny was seated at the table, neglecting The New York Times, and watching the steam rise from his coffee. He looked up at her when she didn't answer and smiled,
"Don't worry I don't plan to 'investigate' you." He said rather lamely, but Aiden found it endearing that he was without anything witty to say. Usually when they worked together Danny was very serious and composed, concentrating only on the case and nothing else. It was a welcomed change to see him genuinely smiling.
"I'm not scared." Aiden confirmed, and Danny nodded, finally reaching for the newspaper. She took a drink of water and walked to the window staring at the sidewalk below, wondering which one of the busy New Yorkers would be a victim of a robbery, rape or murder in the next eight hours.
Danny turned around to look at her, "What are you staring at?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"What?" Aiden turned to him for a moment, her lips curving upward in a smile, "I can't people watch?"
Danny shrugged and took another sip of coffee, "Well, you can." He paused then added, "But I doubt you are." He opened the newspaper to the comic section, and laughed immediately at the illustrations, thinking the conversation was over. Aiden thought otherwise.
"Why is that?"
"Why is what?" Danny asked absentmindedly.
"Why can't I people watch?" Aiden asked curiously, already walking away from the window.
"Because, we're CSIs we see the worst of humanity everyday, why would you want to look at our fellow new Yorkers when you already know more about them than they know about each other." Danny declared, confidence seeping into his words.
Aiden remained thoughtful for a moment; enjoying the crooked theory Danny presented her with, "It's a bit presumptuous of you to assume I want to remain anti social because I'm scared of what a person can do."
Danny looked at her behind his newspaper, his eyes fixated on her, trying to read her blank expression.
"You misunderstood me, I simply meant there's no use to watch people continue on with their duties, wondering which one of them will be on the autopsy table next." He mused, and finished his coffee, unaware of how his perceptiveness shocked Aiden.
She sat down across from him, trying very hard to conceal her amusement.
"How'd you know I was thinking that?" She asked quietly, toying with the bottle cap.
Danny placed the newspaper away from him, breaking one of the barriers between them, "Because, you're not the only one who does it." He said softly, his hand a mere inch away from hers, and yet he didn't make any attempt to touch her.
Aiden didn't break eye contact, just continued to look into his blue eyes, ignoring the nervous feeling rising in the pit of her stomach. Just as she conjured up enough courage to open her mouth to counter his reply both of their pagers simultaneously went off.
"Uh, Mac." She said just as Danny informed her that Stella needed him in the DNA lab.
Ignoring their duties for a second, the two investigators looked at each other and smiled, "I'll see you later Danny." She said standing up.
"Later Aid." He nodded and folded the newspaper…