Tom Hollland Imagines (Aren't they all?)

Go out With me. (D.S)

A/n: I just rewrote the scene from episode six where Rya takes Danny's case. I know this makes no sense, but you're Rya's daughter in this.

      Danny had just been brought to a room that he'd never seen before. Or so he thought. When he noticed that a lady was looking at him through the shut door window. He waved and smiled. She smiled back, hesitantly though. This did not go unnoticed to Danny. Then the door opened. "Woah! What up sis?" Danny greeted, fearlessly. 

"Hello Danny," the lady, not a cop, Danny noted, began. "My name is Dr. Goodwin. But you can call me Y/n." Danny watched as Y/n took a seat in the chair in front of him. Then he looked up towards the detective, Matty if he recalled, from before. "To, uh, what do I owe the pleasure?" Danny asked grinning. "Sit up." Matty instructed. Then he looked at Y/n while he handcuffed Danny's cuffs to the underside of the table. "I thought we were supposed to be getting a... Rya Goodwin." he told her. (A/n: Don't worry Danny and Rya still get a relationship.)

"My mom couldn't really make it today. So, you're stuck with me." Danny watched in amusement as Matty sighed.

"Well, a pretty lady with a pretty name. I'm game." Danny spoke up. 

"Sure," Matty responded. "I'll be right outside."

"How are you?" Y/n began carefully, following her mother's tactics. She smiled at him but it fell when he didn't respond. It took a moment, but Danny finally looked at her and asked, "What are we doing here today? I mean, why the cops? I hate cops." he held his hands up to show off the cuffs. Y/n ignored him and asked if he knew why he was there. Danny slowly brough his hands down and countered her question. "Do you?" Y/n couldn't help but smile at his charm. "Let's start with something simpler," she began. "What's your last name?"

"I don't think any of this is what Jack had in mind." Danny once again dodged her question. Y/n tilted her head to the side. 

"Who's Jack?" she asked, doubting she'd get an answer. As she expected Danny looked everywhere in the room but at her, as if searching for a way to avoid her question. Sure enough Danny answered, "I give up. Who's Jack." Y/n looked at him in unbelief. This kid dodged everything. "Danny, if you talk to me. I might be able to help you." Danny leaned across the table towards her.

"Well you can get me outta' here. I don't much like being locked up. And maybe when I get outta' here, you go out with me." Danny winked at her and she scoffed.

"I can see that. And no. I don't think so."

"You'll regret it. You might want to say yes."

"I don't think I will. No. I won't."

"Well, I shouldn't really be in here anyway. Ariana is the one who did the shooting." Y/n smiled, hoping to maybe finally get somewhere. 

"Where is Ariana? Because the cops can't seem to find her." Danny leaned back into his chair.

"They won't find her either." Danny responded. Then he shook his head for further reinforcement. 

"Oh? And why is that?" Y/n pressed.

"I'm starting to think. That you're not actually here to help me." He looked at Y/n menacingly.

"How can I help you, Danny. You won't talk to me."

"Get me outta' here." Y/n sighed as she leaned back trying to find another way to get some information out of him. "Can I tell you a secret?" Danny asked leaning across the table once again. Y/n leaned forward intrigued. "Sure." She responded. Danny smiled before responding. 

"I can get myself out," Danny chuckled a bit. "And you're really pretty." He chuckled some more then he revealed his hands. They were uncuffed. Y/n stood up and called for Matty. But before he could do anything, Danny stood up and grabbed Y/n by the waist, pulling her towards him. Y/n closed her eyes expecting him to do something to her but he didn't. He just whispered, "When I get outta' here you have to go out with me. You won't regret it. I promise you won't." Then he let her go, smiling widely as Matty's partner, Frank, forced him down onto the table to cuff his hands behind his back. Y/n watched as they took him out of the room. He winked as he passed. Y/n smiled slightly then shook her head, dropping the smile. "No, that's unprofessional. Plus he's weird." She told herself leaving the room as well.

A/n: Maybe I'll do a part two if it's asked for.