sliceitwithwind

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Aya AU

The bar brawl was magnificent. It spread from the original bar (Dilan isn't sure which one that was) to three or four others, going in and out of them into something not quite a riot but not exactly not. Dilan got involved in the second bar on the trip, but managed to hold his own until the cops got there.

And he very politely sat down with his hands behind his head waiting for them to get around to him. Someone with that much facial metal (eyebrow, lip, nose), that hair, and that size tends to ping the combatant radar of everyone. Ever.

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"Damn it" Aya muttered as Danny flipped the file of notes closed. "Yeah."

About that moment, the door to the questioning room opened and a tall, thin man wearing sunglasses (yes inside, and yes at night) poked his head in. "Yo, he's clean. Well, aside from a lot of bar brawl arrests and bails. Hell of a hobby, Doctor...umm...hey. I read your paper about cross linked relays? Can I get you to sign my coffee mug?"

Aya and Danny blinked, then the chuckling started.

"What? WHAT?" Pierce asked, coming fully in to brandish a coffee mug that read 'All your base' in block letters.

Dilan grins at Pierce and accepts the cup, "No problem. To whom should I sign?" he scrawls thanks for the rapid background, Dilan on the cup and holds the sharpie ready for a name, "It's not a hobby so much as it's a keep Braig out of the hospital."

"Pierce" Pierce offered immediately, grinning like an idiot at all and sundry.

"Our tech guy, in case it wasn't obvious." Aya laughed as the mug was almost reverently cradled in said man's hands. "Braig?" she asked curiously, her partner flipping open their notes again.

"We didn't bring in a Braig..."

"Nah, he stayed home tonight." Dilan says with a sigh, "Which is why someone managed to come up behind me." he scrawls Pierce's name on the cup and laughs a little, "Usually he's in here, and I'm sitting around casting on the worst hurt."

"Thanks man!!" Pierce practically danced out of the room after the mug was signed. Yeah, Aya was totally going to give him hell about the fanboying.

"Well, out without your 'reason' makes it a little closer to a hobby than you previously admitted." Danny pointed out. "Try to stay out of trouble alright? And stay out of the bars for a couple of days...until things settle down."

Aya nodded and finished her coffee "You're clear, Doctor. Who's next on our list Danny?"

Dilan says, "Hey. Pool is a hobby. Getting hit in the back of a head is not a hobby. Does this mean I don't get a chance to ask you to supper, Detective Brea?"

"Room four Aya..." Danny noted as she headed for the door.

At Dilan's question though, the woman froze, nothing but blank shock on her face as his words sunk in. "Well...damn." Danny noted. "You move quick."

"What?" Dilan says, "She's going to walk out that door and I'm likely never going to see her again if I don't ask. Worst she can do is turn me down."

Danny very obviously was not laughing as the shock stayed on Aya's face "Are you insane?" she managed at last. He was in an interrogation room for chrissake!

"He did get hit in the head with a chair." Danny pointed out with a grin "The polite response, Aya, is 'What time Doctor?'"

"No, just very decisive." Dilan says, managing to lounge even in the chair here, "I was thinking an hour or so after you got off? Gives us both time to get showers, changed, and meet. There's a nice cafe about five blocks from here."

"No. I need sleep." she admitted bluntly.

"Please excuse her, she's been undercover most the weekend. Tomorrow's better." Thatgot her moving far enough away from the door to punch her partner in the shoulder. Danny ignored her wit the ease of long par5tnership and grinned at Dilan "She gets off tomorrow around six, provided nothing else blows up quite so spectacularly."

"Right. So seven tomorrow, then? Out in front of the station?" because nobody is stupid enough to attempt to trap a cop after being seen in front of her place of work.

Or that was what he wanted them to think? Suspicion was their game in trade! But, at least Danny was willing to see if she'd go through with it...

"You are all insane." she noted, rubbing her knuckles and eying Danny's shoulder.

"Is that a no?" Danny asked for Dilan's sake.

"Whatever. You want to be in charge of my social life 'dad' you can. I'm going to go finish asking about our missing cop okay?"

"Seven it is." Danny assured Dilan with a grin. "She's a little less on edge when she's slept. Promise."

"I don't mind." Dilan says softly, "It's alright. Seven tomorrow, Detective."

"Seven" Aya sighed "Goodnight, Doctor Dilan."

Danny made to follow her, then paused to eye the man once more "They'll be releasing you soon. Go straight home, we'll see you tomorrow evening alright?" he really thought about giving the dad speech, but decided it was best to hold off until they'd had a successful first date.

"Trust me, home and a hot shower is all I want for the rest of the day." Dilan says with a sigh, touching the cut on his face, "And a couple of Curega spells. Most of the hospitals around here don't have the stuff for my species."

"Fair enough." Danny noted. "Good night doctor. And? Good luck." he knew Aya and dating. They'd all need luck.

"Thanks." Dilan says with a grin, standing and stretching before heading out, "Uh. Would she get pissed if I pay? I know some women want to go dutch, some want to be treated..."

"That..." Danny mused as he held open the door "...is a very good question. Most her dates tend not to get that far." he admitted.

"Try paying? If she fights you on it point out that you asked, and she can pay when she asks?" he suggested. Hey, it might lead to multiple dates, and therefor it was worth a shot?

"Ooo, sneaky." Dilan approves, "That gives me an in for a second date. I'll try that route, and if it crashes blame it on you." His eyes are alight with mirth when he says it, "Nice meeting you, Detective."

"And I'll play innocent and claim you're blaming a tired old man." he pointed out. "Nice meeting you too Doctor, wish it was under better circumstances. Desk is that way." he pointed helpfully and pulled open the door to the next room.

Dilan ambles out, waving to a couple of police officers that (one way or another) he knows fairly well before heading home.

Mmm.

Hot water.

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