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Beth and Danno?

♡ send me a ship and i’ll tell you…♡|Accepting~Internal Affairs~

when they go camping, who reads the map wrong and gets them lost:

“And it was at this time you called for back-up?”“It’s all in my repor-”“Answer the question, Officer Riley.”

She was cold and numb and she hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. The movies never prepare you for it. No warnings explain that it isn’t just come and go and get back up on your horse. Presses her hand to her shoulder and ignores the sticky wet heat spilling down over her fingers. It takes her an eternity to find her phone, to press two buttons.

“Danny. Norvin Green park. 10-13 but I...I got him.”The phone slipped from her hand, leaving Danny no other explanation, no directions. She could hear him, his voice tiny and far away, screaming over the line. But she would answer him in a minute. She just needed to catch her breath. She needed to...

“Yes.”

who would be a king/queen and who would be a knight:“Do you really expect us to believe, Sergeant Williams, that Officer Riley acted alone, without any ~undue~ influence?”

Danny sits in his chair, hands still and silent which is unusual for him, speaks to his frame of mind in that moment. He knows how IAB works. Their toes were stepped on and they are looking to hang someone out to dry. They want him to put all the blame on her so they can close the book on this case.He doesn’t know what insults him more, the fact that they think he’d betray her, or that they think he’s stupid, that he doesn’t know how to play chess. You don’t trade a queen for a bottom-feeding pawn that traffics drugs and guns while pissing on his RICO indictment.Slowly, Danny smiles. “What I’m saying is it’s all in the report. Ten pages. single-spaced. Five thousand, two hundred and fifty words. Some of which you might wanna dictionary for, capice?”who is the superhero and who is the sidekick:

They question her for hours, the same ones over and over again, just differently phrased. The one they harp on of course is the hardest one for her to answer.

“And when you regained conscience-”“Conscious”“When you regained consciousness, Sergeant Williams-”

When she woke up, Danny was there. One arm under her knees, one carefully around her back. Carrying her through the woods. Dawn was still a lifetime away and she could catch only brief glimpses of the waning night sky. Everything hurt, and she could barely breath.

“Don’t worry Beth, I got ya. I got ya. An’ when you’re feelin’ better, I’m gonna nail your skinny Island ass to the wall for this. What were you thinkin’, coming out here alone, huh?” Despite the gruffness in his tone, she could hear the underlying worry and if anything, she made herself as small as possible.Despite the agony each step he took shot through her shoulder, she couldn’t help but smile, burying her face in his neck. “M’training officer say nevah let fear break ya. No was afraid. Knew ya save me.”

“Yeah? You’re training officer is an idiot. Don’t listen to him again, okay?”

“Was next to me in the ambulance. He went through the proper channels and called ahead to the precinct. Everything was done by the book, sir.”The two men exchanged looks, the taller of the two took a breath and Beth interrupted him. “Excuse me, sir. But I’m still on medical leave and I’d really like to go home and change my dressing and get some rest. Is there any way we could pick this up tomorrow?”

who enjoys watching romanic comedies more and who would rather watch bee movie™ on repeat:

One of the little known things about Danny is, despite the temper that can burn at a thousand degrees in the space of a second, he’s got infinite patience. He also knows almost every Disney song by heart, some times hears them in his sleep. When she comes out of the bathroom, he hears the gasp. She hadn’t been expecting him, but in all fairness, she did give him a spare key.

“Pasta’s in the oven.” He tells her, and his eyes stray a little too long at the fresh dressing peeking out of her shirt. He saw her fridge. A six pack, a sad looking bunch of wilted kale, and a sneaker. He doesn’t ask about that, but then again, Beth’s always been a little weird. “I want you to know, I stole a couple of dvds from Gracie. So you get to choose... Lion King, Aladdin, or Hercules.”Her smile lights up the room, and she kisses his cheek. “Prince Ali! Mighty is he! Ali Ababwa!”

“Strong as ten regular men, definitely!”“Still no got any kine on ya, Danny.”

who prefers puppies and who prefers kittens:Danny brushes her hair out of her face once he’s scooted out from under her, trading his lap for a pillow. He makes his way to her room and grabs the throw blanket from the foot of her bed. There’s mirrors everywhere, little tiny ones, and glass bits and bobs. The whole place looks like a shattered Faberge Egg. She has a night light. And house plants, and there’s something soft about the room, he almost feels guilty standing there.A fact made worse by the cat sitting on her dresser, staring at him with slightly crossed blue eyes. “What? She doesn’t need a cat. She needs a big dog. Something that can keep her out of trouble.”The cat twitched an ear. “Yeah? And who asked you?”who knits the ugly sweater for the other:

Beth slipped out of the room so quietly that Danny almost didn’t hear her. He could see by the look on her face that it hadn’t gone well and he got to his feet. He went to straighten his tie and for the first time since the morning he remembered, he was wearing the sweater she made him. It was a quiet kind of thing, understated, dark blue. She said it brought out his eyes. Rachel had told him the same thing and then ensured it remained in the back of the closet in the Goodwill box for almost a year. Honestly, he’d mostly forgotten about it but he knew someone had to show support.

“So.”She pursed her lips and shook her head. “Thirty day suspension. I have to surrender my badge and gun by end of shift.”

That was harsh, and he couldn’t quite find some way to make light of it. “I’m sorry.”She plucked at something at his sleeve, didn’t quite meet his eyes. “I’m not. Least Nicastro no be hurtin’ anyone else. But for what it’s worth, Danny... Mahalo. For everything.”

which one can cook and which one can’t even make a bowl of cereal:Two weeks. Two weeks she wasn’t around the precinct. Two weeks she didn’t answer his calls. Two weeks Danny went to sleep at night, wondering if she was okay. He has dinner with the family. Bathes his daughter, reads her a story. Rachel’s complaining that his mind is elsewhere, and it is. Grabs his keys and slips out the door and his wife is still yelling. Like she doesn’t get that Danny feels responsible for the kid. He’s supposed to teach her by example, and he sees how well that goes. And while he’s proud of her, the department really isn’t.

He knocks this time, and she takes a while to answer the door. “Oh. Hey. E komo mai.”She loosens the chain, steps aside and he’s not sure he feels as welcome as she says he is. There’s a bowl of Lucky Charms on her coffee table, without milk. She’s picked out all of the stars.

“What would you do, hypothetically, if I said... I took the liberty of ordering pizza and brought you a file I want you to look over?”

She lights up almost instantly. “I’d say I love you because you’re da best.”He laughs. “Yes, yes I am.”

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