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So for the multifandom fluff meme that I posted about yesterday? Apparently there is more Danny/Kono in me.

It's the music that draws his attention, a slow song, one he's sure he recognises but just can't place. Standing, he places his beer on the desk, leaves his paperwork to one side and, being the detective that he is, sets out to investigate.

His ears lead to the same place as his heart - Kono's office.

He's surprised to see her there, was sure she'd left for the night, that he was the only crazy night owl avoiding going home. Yet here she is in her office, music playing from the speakers of her computer and she's standing with her back to the door, going through papers on the desk, swaying as she does so.

Now he places the music. It's Tom Waits; I Hope That I Don't Fall in Love With You.

Nice sentiment, but Danny thinks it's a bit late for that now.

It's been a bit late for a long time.

Almost on autopilot, he moves towards her, feeling only the slightest bit guilty at how she jumps when he touches her shoulder. It's easy to forget any guilt when she smiles up at him, looking faintly embarrassed to be caught like this; when wide eyed shock changes to something else as he takes one of her hands in his, slides the other around her waist and then, just like that, they are dancing together.

They move together silently as if it's the most natural thing in the world and maybe that's because it is. When the song is finished and Tom Waits sings the exact thing that Danny is feeling, he hears himself utter what might just be the most unromantic words he has ever spoken.

"Your place or mine?"

He's prepared for a punch, not the most delightful laugh that he's ever heard. "My place," Kono says, rising up on tiptoes as she presses her lips to his. "Definitely my place."

Hand in hand, they make their way out into the night.

Also, linkety-link, Thoughts on writers' block from Kristin Cashore.

Fic rec, Law and Order and I think all streams get a look in. By