yeah, so that was CH 7 & 8.
how sweet was the 2 year flash-back that abby had of her and danny???
i did it like a dream sequence, but this is actually something that happened between them. in my next story, you'll see what i mean. i just love that abby took danny to her "special place" and let him in on her secret. that shows that she truly trusts in him and believes in him and knows that he is special. (unlike lindsay!)
beautiful-nla and cricket19732000 were talking about on carmine's message board about how they should introduce a new character (sort of a love interet) for danny and i wrote back and told them that i had written a fanfic (for fun) centering around danny mostly and that i introduced a new character: abby donovan and how i just loved her soooo much! partly because she's a southern girl and partly because she's a no nonsense sort of gal. :) i also told them that i thought about pitching the idea to CBS and then going up there and auditioning for the part myself! LOL! ;)
hey, a girl can dream, right???
--mandy--
3.31.2007
Abby opened her eyes and set up.
She glanced over at the clock on the wall--it was almost five. It was raining outside her living room window. The sound of the rain against the windowsill sounded nice and soothing to Abby's ears. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she had things to do. She pulled herself up from the couch and rubbed her eyes.
She had come home from the Crime Lab and been reading over some New York material that Horatio had given to her. She had fallen asleep on the couch, which she rarely ever did. She had been dreaming about Danny Messer--their last day together.
She wondered if things would be the same as they had been before. She wondered if she and Danny would just pick up right where they had left off. She hoped so. She hadn't really put her life on hold, to wait for him, she had just been taking things as they came. She had never really been the kind of girl who dated a lot, so that had not been a far stretch on her part to maintain.
Abby had double dated with Calleigh a couple times, but nothing had ever really come of the effort. The men that she had met through the newest beau that Calleigh was seeing had been nice enough--cute and smart and funny--but lacking something--understanding, maybe. The only man she had ever seemed to have found it with was Danny and he was so far away.
She and Natalia weren't as close as she and Calleigh were, but she had gone out for drinks with her a few times and tried to meet potential suitors. But the bar-scene just wasn't something that Abby liked to partake in.
She and Wolfe had eaten lunch together a couple times; so had she and Cooper, but they were just her friends, nothing romantic there. Delko had made a play--early on--and she had let him down gently, because really he just wasn't her type. He was too self-involved to really take the time to care for a woman's true needs. He wasn't a bad guy, by any means, just too much maintaince, she had felt.
Danny was the man Abby dreamed of. The man she wanted to be with. He was the one she thought about every day and longed for every night. He was her soul-mate and she knew this. But sometimes, she had found throughout her life, you might have a soul-mate and he might be the perfect fit for you, but that didn't mean that it was the perfect time for you two to embark on a journey together. No, she had to settle for waiting. Danny would be hers soon enough.
She just hoped he was still waiting for her when she arrived in New York City. That was what kept Abby Donovan sane these days--knowing that he was still there--and she was going to be there, too.
Abby stretched. It felt good to do that, letting the tension leave her body as she did so. She turned and padded through the house, in search of something to eat. She decided on a sandwich, because all she could seem to find was ham and cheese in her refridgerator. She took the plate back into the livingroom and set it down on her coffee table. The scratch from the door had made her instinctively move toward it instead of sitting down on the couch to enjoy her meal.
Pumpkin greeted her with a smack of her lips and saschayed into the apartment. Just as Abby was about to close the door and lock it back, a hand grabbed the side of it and stopped her. She looked up, fear gripping every inch of her body and stared into the two ocean colored eyes she hoped she'd never see again for as long as she lived.
She glanced over at the clock on the wall--it was almost five. It was raining outside her living room window. The sound of the rain against the windowsill sounded nice and soothing to Abby's ears. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she had things to do. She pulled herself up from the couch and rubbed her eyes.
She had come home from the Crime Lab and been reading over some New York material that Horatio had given to her. She had fallen asleep on the couch, which she rarely ever did. She had been dreaming about Danny Messer--their last day together.
She wondered if things would be the same as they had been before. She wondered if she and Danny would just pick up right where they had left off. She hoped so. She hadn't really put her life on hold, to wait for him, she had just been taking things as they came. She had never really been the kind of girl who dated a lot, so that had not been a far stretch on her part to maintain.
Abby had double dated with Calleigh a couple times, but nothing had ever really come of the effort. The men that she had met through the newest beau that Calleigh was seeing had been nice enough--cute and smart and funny--but lacking something--understanding, maybe. The only man she had ever seemed to have found it with was Danny and he was so far away.
She and Natalia weren't as close as she and Calleigh were, but she had gone out for drinks with her a few times and tried to meet potential suitors. But the bar-scene just wasn't something that Abby liked to partake in.
She and Wolfe had eaten lunch together a couple times; so had she and Cooper, but they were just her friends, nothing romantic there. Delko had made a play--early on--and she had let him down gently, because really he just wasn't her type. He was too self-involved to really take the time to care for a woman's true needs. He wasn't a bad guy, by any means, just too much maintaince, she had felt.
Danny was the man Abby dreamed of. The man she wanted to be with. He was the one she thought about every day and longed for every night. He was her soul-mate and she knew this. But sometimes, she had found throughout her life, you might have a soul-mate and he might be the perfect fit for you, but that didn't mean that it was the perfect time for you two to embark on a journey together. No, she had to settle for waiting. Danny would be hers soon enough.
She just hoped he was still waiting for her when she arrived in New York City. That was what kept Abby Donovan sane these days--knowing that he was still there--and she was going to be there, too.
Abby stretched. It felt good to do that, letting the tension leave her body as she did so. She turned and padded through the house, in search of something to eat. She decided on a sandwich, because all she could seem to find was ham and cheese in her refridgerator. She took the plate back into the livingroom and set it down on her coffee table. The scratch from the door had made her instinctively move toward it instead of sitting down on the couch to enjoy her meal.
Pumpkin greeted her with a smack of her lips and saschayed into the apartment. Just as Abby was about to close the door and lock it back, a hand grabbed the side of it and stopped her. She looked up, fear gripping every inch of her body and stared into the two ocean colored eyes she hoped she'd never see again for as long as she lived.
"What's wrong?" she asked, pouting.
"This is--I couldn't ask for anything better than this... But--"
"But what?"
"If we don't stop now, Abby. We'll end up doing something we'll both regret in the morning."
"No. No, we won't," Abby pulled him toward her once more.
He let her lips move over his own, but he did not kiss her back. She pulled back when she saw that he wasn't participating.
"Don't you want me, Danny?"
Danny chuckled. "God," he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "You make me so damn hot, Donovan. It's not the lack of wanting you, believe me."
Abby smiled up at him. "You want me?"
Danny tilted his head to the side. "You know I do."
"Then why are you trying to push me away?" she asked, feeling uneasy.
Danny brushed a piece of her dark hair back from her forehead. "You know why. I'm leavin' tomorrow. New York is a million miles from here."
"But I want you to be happy," Abby whispered. "I want you to remember your visit."
Danny smiled down at her. "I'll remember. How could I not? You brought me here."
Abby sighed, heavily, reaching up and pushing her hand against his cheek. "I like you."
"I like you, too."
"I wish you didn't have to leave tomorrow."
"Me, too."
"You'll forget me," Abby told him, matter-of-factly.
Danny shook his head. "Hey. No, I won't. I'll never forget you."
"You say that now, but when you get back to New York and have all of those beautiful women falling all over you, you'll forget all about me." Abby looked away as she spoke.
"You just want me to feel sorry for you, Donovan. That's not attractive."
Abby looked up at him. He understood her. She felt it when she looked into his soft eyes. "Promise me."
"What?"
"That you'll never forget me."
"I promise."
"You mean that?"
Danny bit his bottom lip. "Promise me you'll never forget me, huh?"
"I promise."
"Ya mean that?"
Abby bit her bottom lip this time. "I do."
"Then, you can't question me."
She laughed softly beneath him. After a moment, she lay her head back and stared up at the sky over-head. Danny rolled off of her and buckled his belt back. He lay beside her, once more, only inches from her warm wanting body.
"You think this is perfection?" Abby asked after a moment.
"I think it might be..." Danny answered, reaching over and taking her hand. He kissed it, then, pulled Abby over to him once more, wrapping his arms around her as he did so. She was perfection, as far as he was concerned...
"This is--I couldn't ask for anything better than this... But--"
"But what?"
"If we don't stop now, Abby. We'll end up doing something we'll both regret in the morning."
"No. No, we won't," Abby pulled him toward her once more.
He let her lips move over his own, but he did not kiss her back. She pulled back when she saw that he wasn't participating.
"Don't you want me, Danny?"
Danny chuckled. "God," he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "You make me so damn hot, Donovan. It's not the lack of wanting you, believe me."
Abby smiled up at him. "You want me?"
Danny tilted his head to the side. "You know I do."
"Then why are you trying to push me away?" she asked, feeling uneasy.
Danny brushed a piece of her dark hair back from her forehead. "You know why. I'm leavin' tomorrow. New York is a million miles from here."
"But I want you to be happy," Abby whispered. "I want you to remember your visit."
Danny smiled down at her. "I'll remember. How could I not? You brought me here."
Abby sighed, heavily, reaching up and pushing her hand against his cheek. "I like you."
"I like you, too."
"I wish you didn't have to leave tomorrow."
"Me, too."
"You'll forget me," Abby told him, matter-of-factly.
Danny shook his head. "Hey. No, I won't. I'll never forget you."
"You say that now, but when you get back to New York and have all of those beautiful women falling all over you, you'll forget all about me." Abby looked away as she spoke.
"You just want me to feel sorry for you, Donovan. That's not attractive."
Abby looked up at him. He understood her. She felt it when she looked into his soft eyes. "Promise me."
"What?"
"That you'll never forget me."
"I promise."
"You mean that?"
Danny bit his bottom lip. "Promise me you'll never forget me, huh?"
"I promise."
"Ya mean that?"
Abby bit her bottom lip this time. "I do."
"Then, you can't question me."
She laughed softly beneath him. After a moment, she lay her head back and stared up at the sky over-head. Danny rolled off of her and buckled his belt back. He lay beside her, once more, only inches from her warm wanting body.
"You think this is perfection?" Abby asked after a moment.
"I think it might be..." Danny answered, reaching over and taking her hand. He kissed it, then, pulled Abby over to him once more, wrapping his arms around her as he did so. She was perfection, as far as he was concerned...
Danny grinned at her for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should really make a move on her. She might have been bluffing. She was, after all, a criminal profiler and that was her job, to get inside people's heads and make them break. She could have been teasing him. But was it worth the humiliation to taste her? Danny thought about it for a moment and came to the conclusion that it was!
He didn't warn her of his intentions as he grabbed her wrist and pinned her down beneath him on the grass. Her dark eyes widened with both shock and excitement as he did this. He pushed his weight down on her, being careful not to hurt her. He grinned down at her, wickedly. She bit her bottom lip, passion in her eyes as she stared back up at him.
He leaned down, slowly. He brushed his lips against her own, without pressing them into a kiss. She pushed herself up to him, his hands still pinning her own down above her head, and tried to kiss him back. She whimpered beneath him when he did not return her gesture. Instead, he nuzzled his nose against her face.
"How ya doin'?" he whispered against her cheek--his accent thick.
"Hey, there," she whispered back, in her sweet Southern drawl.
He moved his lips over her face, slowly. She closed her eyes, inhaling him as he did this. She wanted to touch his hair, his face--every part of him. She could have sworn he read her mind just then, because at that moment, he unpinned her arms. She leaned into him, her lips brushing against his ear lobe. Danny pressed his mouth against her neck, letting his tongue flick out and linger there for a moment. A groan escaped from his mouth as he did this. She tasted sweeter than he had ever imagined a woman could taste. Her sweetness was not just from personality, it was all over her.
When he pulled back to look at her, she took the opportunity to reach up and brush her fingertips over his face. "Prickly."
Danny wiggled his head a little to the side as if to say, I know.
"I like it."
"Most women do..." he told her with a grin.
Abby leaned up and licked at his chin.
"Easy now..." he told her.
Abby smiled, seductively. She reach up and tugged at his hair as she did this. He listened to her silent plea, and leaned down to her lips once more. This time, he kissed her, really kissed her! It was slow and passionate. Sweet and wanting. They both wanted to taste each other--completely. They fought to hang onto the moment, both of their mouths opening wider as they tugged on one another for more. They kissed for a long moment, tongues exploring the crevises entirely as they did so, barely breathing--both moaning into one another because they so desperately wanted more.
The flesh wanted what the flesh wanted. Danny gently pushed her legs apart beneath him. Abby did not fight; she let him do this. Her breath quickened into a slow gasp as he pushed his knee into her. She ground back into him, wanting to feel more. As Danny did this, causing her head to spin with extasy, his hand moved up to her left boob. He moved his hand over it and felt the globe as it came to life, through the material of her shirt, beneath his touch. Following suit, Abby's hand moved from his hair, which she had been tugging on the entire time, down his side and to his belt buckle. She was just unbuckling it, when Danny's mind snapped from the haze that had settled over them and back to reality.
Instinctively, they both knew that it would not be right to give into the temptation that was floating through the air. But Danny was the first to break away.
He relunctantly removed his hand from her breast, then, reach down and moved her hand away from his belt buckle. He said nothing as he pulled back from Abby and stared down at her. She tried to reach up for him once more when she realized what he was doing, but he stopped her.
He didn't warn her of his intentions as he grabbed her wrist and pinned her down beneath him on the grass. Her dark eyes widened with both shock and excitement as he did this. He pushed his weight down on her, being careful not to hurt her. He grinned down at her, wickedly. She bit her bottom lip, passion in her eyes as she stared back up at him.
He leaned down, slowly. He brushed his lips against her own, without pressing them into a kiss. She pushed herself up to him, his hands still pinning her own down above her head, and tried to kiss him back. She whimpered beneath him when he did not return her gesture. Instead, he nuzzled his nose against her face.
"How ya doin'?" he whispered against her cheek--his accent thick.
"Hey, there," she whispered back, in her sweet Southern drawl.
He moved his lips over her face, slowly. She closed her eyes, inhaling him as he did this. She wanted to touch his hair, his face--every part of him. She could have sworn he read her mind just then, because at that moment, he unpinned her arms. She leaned into him, her lips brushing against his ear lobe. Danny pressed his mouth against her neck, letting his tongue flick out and linger there for a moment. A groan escaped from his mouth as he did this. She tasted sweeter than he had ever imagined a woman could taste. Her sweetness was not just from personality, it was all over her.
When he pulled back to look at her, she took the opportunity to reach up and brush her fingertips over his face. "Prickly."
Danny wiggled his head a little to the side as if to say, I know.
"I like it."
"Most women do..." he told her with a grin.
Abby leaned up and licked at his chin.
"Easy now..." he told her.
Abby smiled, seductively. She reach up and tugged at his hair as she did this. He listened to her silent plea, and leaned down to her lips once more. This time, he kissed her, really kissed her! It was slow and passionate. Sweet and wanting. They both wanted to taste each other--completely. They fought to hang onto the moment, both of their mouths opening wider as they tugged on one another for more. They kissed for a long moment, tongues exploring the crevises entirely as they did so, barely breathing--both moaning into one another because they so desperately wanted more.
The flesh wanted what the flesh wanted. Danny gently pushed her legs apart beneath him. Abby did not fight; she let him do this. Her breath quickened into a slow gasp as he pushed his knee into her. She ground back into him, wanting to feel more. As Danny did this, causing her head to spin with extasy, his hand moved up to her left boob. He moved his hand over it and felt the globe as it came to life, through the material of her shirt, beneath his touch. Following suit, Abby's hand moved from his hair, which she had been tugging on the entire time, down his side and to his belt buckle. She was just unbuckling it, when Danny's mind snapped from the haze that had settled over them and back to reality.
Instinctively, they both knew that it would not be right to give into the temptation that was floating through the air. But Danny was the first to break away.
He relunctantly removed his hand from her breast, then, reach down and moved her hand away from his belt buckle. He said nothing as he pulled back from Abby and stared down at her. She tried to reach up for him once more when she realized what he was doing, but he stopped her.
He lay back then, settling in the grass. For a moment, Abby didn't move. She missed his scent, but she said nothing about it. She didn't want to complain. He reach up and tugged her down next to him, as if he knew she was missing him already. Abby lay her head down on his chest, as he intertwined his fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes, letting herself inhale him once more, feeling his chest as it rose up and down to the rhythm of his own heart-beat. Abby was content for once in her life. Danny had his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of her head--fingers still in her hair.
"The sky is so clear here," Danny breathed.
"I know. I couldn't imagine the way it looks anywhere else," Abby answered.
"I think I've fallin' in love with Miami," he told her.
"It's easy to do," she agreed.
Danny nodded, but said nothing as he did so. Abby stretched against him, suddenly. Danny liked the feel of her body against his own. She was warm and smelled of strawberries. Her breath was even against the skin of his arm. It almost sounded like she was purring over his chest, and he had to admit, he liked it very much.
This was a nice feeling, Danny thought, having someone in his arms like this and not having to worry about her giving him a headache. Abby was special. She was pleasant and he liked how easy it was to talk to her. There was a real connection taking place between the two of them.
Abby's dark eyes began to close as she lay with her head on Danny's chest, just above his heart. She was drifting off into sleep, between the haze of awoken reality and dream fantasy. She didn't want to let go of this feeling she was feeling deep within her soul. She wanted to hang on to it for as long as she possibly could. He was warm, but more than just a man who happened to be lying beneath her. He was someone she could see herself with forever.
"You think you could ever move from here?" Danny cut into her bliss.
Abby opened her eyes, fighting the need to sleep, and moved against his hip. He felt something perk to life inside of him, but he tried to ignore the excitement that ran through his body when she had subconciously rubbed against him. This was more than sexual what he and Abby shared. He wasn't going to ruin this connection, just because his body was screaming something entirely different should be taking place.
"I dunno. Maybe."
Danny smiled to himself. "To New York?" he ventured.
Abby turned herself toward him, pushing her hand against his chest to prop her chin up on. Danny moved his hand down her back, settling just at the base of her spine. She stared up at him for a moment. She wanted to remember his face: his nose, his chin, his cheeks, his lips, his eyes, his forehead, his jawl line, and his ears. She wanted to remember everything about him. He smiled at her. She melted.
"Ya think ya could?" he coaxed.
"You want me to?" she shot back.
He shrugged. "A Southern girl in the big bad city? It never ends happy."
"That's true." She moved up to his face. She bit her bottom lip as she stared down at him, pure innocence in her eyes. "You really gonna miss me, Messer?"
He nodded, not moving his eyes from her face.
"You wanna kiss me?" she asked, sounding more like an innocent child than ever.
"What if I do?" he shot back.
"I dunno. You have to tell me if you want to, first," Abby whispered, moving her fingertips over the words that were written on Danny's t-shirt.
"Is this for real?" he chuckled.
"I think it might be."
"You want me to, Donovan?" Danny asked, after a moment, his blue eyes full of mystief.
Abby shrugged. "You think you're man enough to do it?"
"I think I might be."
"Then... What's stoppin' ya?" Abby asked, her dark eyes flashing, all innocence melting from her face.
"The sky is so clear here," Danny breathed.
"I know. I couldn't imagine the way it looks anywhere else," Abby answered.
"I think I've fallin' in love with Miami," he told her.
"It's easy to do," she agreed.
Danny nodded, but said nothing as he did so. Abby stretched against him, suddenly. Danny liked the feel of her body against his own. She was warm and smelled of strawberries. Her breath was even against the skin of his arm. It almost sounded like she was purring over his chest, and he had to admit, he liked it very much.
This was a nice feeling, Danny thought, having someone in his arms like this and not having to worry about her giving him a headache. Abby was special. She was pleasant and he liked how easy it was to talk to her. There was a real connection taking place between the two of them.
Abby's dark eyes began to close as she lay with her head on Danny's chest, just above his heart. She was drifting off into sleep, between the haze of awoken reality and dream fantasy. She didn't want to let go of this feeling she was feeling deep within her soul. She wanted to hang on to it for as long as she possibly could. He was warm, but more than just a man who happened to be lying beneath her. He was someone she could see herself with forever.
"You think you could ever move from here?" Danny cut into her bliss.
Abby opened her eyes, fighting the need to sleep, and moved against his hip. He felt something perk to life inside of him, but he tried to ignore the excitement that ran through his body when she had subconciously rubbed against him. This was more than sexual what he and Abby shared. He wasn't going to ruin this connection, just because his body was screaming something entirely different should be taking place.
"I dunno. Maybe."
Danny smiled to himself. "To New York?" he ventured.
Abby turned herself toward him, pushing her hand against his chest to prop her chin up on. Danny moved his hand down her back, settling just at the base of her spine. She stared up at him for a moment. She wanted to remember his face: his nose, his chin, his cheeks, his lips, his eyes, his forehead, his jawl line, and his ears. She wanted to remember everything about him. He smiled at her. She melted.
"Ya think ya could?" he coaxed.
"You want me to?" she shot back.
He shrugged. "A Southern girl in the big bad city? It never ends happy."
"That's true." She moved up to his face. She bit her bottom lip as she stared down at him, pure innocence in her eyes. "You really gonna miss me, Messer?"
He nodded, not moving his eyes from her face.
"You wanna kiss me?" she asked, sounding more like an innocent child than ever.
"What if I do?" he shot back.
"I dunno. You have to tell me if you want to, first," Abby whispered, moving her fingertips over the words that were written on Danny's t-shirt.
"Is this for real?" he chuckled.
"I think it might be."
"You want me to, Donovan?" Danny asked, after a moment, his blue eyes full of mystief.
Abby shrugged. "You think you're man enough to do it?"
"I think I might be."
"Then... What's stoppin' ya?" Abby asked, her dark eyes flashing, all innocence melting from her face.
When Danny had arrived at the station, she greeted him with a sweet smile. She reach out and took his arm, tugging him along like you would a small child, he had not resisted her in the least, and she liked that feeling of control over him. She glanced over her shoulder at Calleigh and Natalia, who both stared back at them, their mouths opened slightly revealing the jealousy that they were trying their hardest to conceal.
Abby showed him everything Miami had to offer. He acted amazed: oohing and awwing over the smallest of things. He compared most everything to New York, though, swearing it was better up there. He had told her several times throughout the course of their day that she needed to come up to New York and see for herself. He told her about all the places she would just love to visit if she loved what she saw in Miami.
Abby had laughed when he made his comments on New York, because he had sounded so serious and looked so darn cute when he had turned and grinned at her.
They held hands as they walked down the board-walk, by shops that sold CD's, puka-shell jewelary, and sunglasses. His hand was soft to the touch, but he held her own in a firm grip as if he were telling her he would never let her go. She had let herself get lost in the moments that they shared. They ate on the board-walk: hotdogs that Danny had complained about because they were called New York Style. He had assured Abby that those were definitely not New York Style hotdogs and that whoever advertised such a travesty should be shot.
After they had soaked up the live entertainment down by the waterfront, Abby had taken Danny to her favorite spot. It was a couple miles up from the board-walk. Just a sandy beach with a stunning view; kind of secluded which gave them plenty of privacy. It was not late, but the twilight was settling down on the two of them and for the first time, in a very long time, she did not care. She wanted Danny Messer all to herself and she was going to succeed in her venture, even if that meant being out after dark.
They had set down on a grassy knoll just up from where the water met the sand. The salt from the ocean drifted about them in a cloud of exstacy.
Danny stared out at the ocean, knees up, resting his elbows on them. He had on a pair of light colored jeans, ripped at the knee, and a black t-shirt with a band name on it that Abby did not recognize. His dirty blond hair was tossled about his head from the wind. He did not wear his glasses like Abby had become accostumed to--instead, he held a pair of sunglasses high on his head. He was barefoot now, because he had taken off his flip-flops, which he had been wearing for the day. He had told her that he never got to wear them in New York, and that he was going to take full advantage of the fact that it was September and flip-flops were a kind of prerequisite when in Miami.
Abby had slipped on her own pair of flip-flops that morning, worn in well, but had now kicked off, reaching her toes out to the sand and letting them move over the cool surface. She wore a thin white shirt with a hoodie, a matching white speghetti strapped shirt underneath it, and a pair of capris. She felt comfortable enough around Danny that she could just relax and be herself. She didn't have to dress up for him. He liked that she was simple. She wore her dark hair pinned back in the middle, letting most of it fall down about her shoulders. She didn't wear make up because this was something she rarely ever did, unless it was absolutely necessary.
"This is amazin'," came Danny's voice from her right.
Abby nodded, feeling the excitement in the pit of her stomach. "I told you it was."
Danny licked his lips. "Yeah. But I didn't believe you."
Abby nudged him playfully.
"What?" he laughed, trying to rebalance himself.
"You think I'd lie to you, Messer?"
Danny shrugged, cutting his blue eyes over to her, mysteviously. Abby was still moving her toes over the cold sand, enjoying the feeling of it between them and enjoying the banter she was sharing with this perfect boy.
Abby shook her head, avoiding his eyes. "You're lucky I'm not packin' heat."
"Are you threatin' my life, Donovan?" Danny challenged.
"Maybe..."
Danny turned back to the ocean. A thoughtful expression came over his handsome face. "You think the Heavens are out there, watchin' us?"
Abby shivered beneath the cold wind that had suddenly started to blow around them. She tucked her legs beneath her as she fixed her own eyes on the ocean. "I like to think so. Why?"
"Sometimes I stare out at the sky in New York and I don't see anything beautiful..."
"Not like this, huh?" Abby asked, slowly.
Danny bit his bottom lip. "No. Not like this."
Abby leaned over to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He didn't move away. He smelled clean and fresh. She liked the way he smelled. She wanted to taste him, because she was sure that he would taste a hundred times better than he smelled.
"I'm not going to shoot you, Danny..." she whispered, against his shoulder.
"Everybody wants to shoot me, Abby. I'm used to it by now."
"Oh? You're a bad-boy?" she asked, trying to hid her smile. Abby had always had a soft spot for bad-boys.
Danny shrugged. "I've had my moments."
They set in silence for a moment. They listened to the waves as they crashed on the rocks just over from them. They listened to the kids that were laughing and having a good time just beyond the rocks. They listened to each other breath.
"I'm glad I met you," Danny whispered.
"Me, too."
"You goin' a miss me?"
Abby nodded. "I will."
"I'll miss ya, too," Danny told her softly.
Abby showed him everything Miami had to offer. He acted amazed: oohing and awwing over the smallest of things. He compared most everything to New York, though, swearing it was better up there. He had told her several times throughout the course of their day that she needed to come up to New York and see for herself. He told her about all the places she would just love to visit if she loved what she saw in Miami.
Abby had laughed when he made his comments on New York, because he had sounded so serious and looked so darn cute when he had turned and grinned at her.
They held hands as they walked down the board-walk, by shops that sold CD's, puka-shell jewelary, and sunglasses. His hand was soft to the touch, but he held her own in a firm grip as if he were telling her he would never let her go. She had let herself get lost in the moments that they shared. They ate on the board-walk: hotdogs that Danny had complained about because they were called New York Style. He had assured Abby that those were definitely not New York Style hotdogs and that whoever advertised such a travesty should be shot.
After they had soaked up the live entertainment down by the waterfront, Abby had taken Danny to her favorite spot. It was a couple miles up from the board-walk. Just a sandy beach with a stunning view; kind of secluded which gave them plenty of privacy. It was not late, but the twilight was settling down on the two of them and for the first time, in a very long time, she did not care. She wanted Danny Messer all to herself and she was going to succeed in her venture, even if that meant being out after dark.
They had set down on a grassy knoll just up from where the water met the sand. The salt from the ocean drifted about them in a cloud of exstacy.
Danny stared out at the ocean, knees up, resting his elbows on them. He had on a pair of light colored jeans, ripped at the knee, and a black t-shirt with a band name on it that Abby did not recognize. His dirty blond hair was tossled about his head from the wind. He did not wear his glasses like Abby had become accostumed to--instead, he held a pair of sunglasses high on his head. He was barefoot now, because he had taken off his flip-flops, which he had been wearing for the day. He had told her that he never got to wear them in New York, and that he was going to take full advantage of the fact that it was September and flip-flops were a kind of prerequisite when in Miami.
Abby had slipped on her own pair of flip-flops that morning, worn in well, but had now kicked off, reaching her toes out to the sand and letting them move over the cool surface. She wore a thin white shirt with a hoodie, a matching white speghetti strapped shirt underneath it, and a pair of capris. She felt comfortable enough around Danny that she could just relax and be herself. She didn't have to dress up for him. He liked that she was simple. She wore her dark hair pinned back in the middle, letting most of it fall down about her shoulders. She didn't wear make up because this was something she rarely ever did, unless it was absolutely necessary.
"This is amazin'," came Danny's voice from her right.
Abby nodded, feeling the excitement in the pit of her stomach. "I told you it was."
Danny licked his lips. "Yeah. But I didn't believe you."
Abby nudged him playfully.
"What?" he laughed, trying to rebalance himself.
"You think I'd lie to you, Messer?"
Danny shrugged, cutting his blue eyes over to her, mysteviously. Abby was still moving her toes over the cold sand, enjoying the feeling of it between them and enjoying the banter she was sharing with this perfect boy.
Abby shook her head, avoiding his eyes. "You're lucky I'm not packin' heat."
"Are you threatin' my life, Donovan?" Danny challenged.
"Maybe..."
Danny turned back to the ocean. A thoughtful expression came over his handsome face. "You think the Heavens are out there, watchin' us?"
Abby shivered beneath the cold wind that had suddenly started to blow around them. She tucked her legs beneath her as she fixed her own eyes on the ocean. "I like to think so. Why?"
"Sometimes I stare out at the sky in New York and I don't see anything beautiful..."
"Not like this, huh?" Abby asked, slowly.
Danny bit his bottom lip. "No. Not like this."
Abby leaned over to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He didn't move away. He smelled clean and fresh. She liked the way he smelled. She wanted to taste him, because she was sure that he would taste a hundred times better than he smelled.
"I'm not going to shoot you, Danny..." she whispered, against his shoulder.
"Everybody wants to shoot me, Abby. I'm used to it by now."
"Oh? You're a bad-boy?" she asked, trying to hid her smile. Abby had always had a soft spot for bad-boys.
Danny shrugged. "I've had my moments."
They set in silence for a moment. They listened to the waves as they crashed on the rocks just over from them. They listened to the kids that were laughing and having a good time just beyond the rocks. They listened to each other breath.
"I'm glad I met you," Danny whispered.
"Me, too."
"You goin' a miss me?"
Abby nodded. "I will."
"I'll miss ya, too," Danny told her softly.
CH 8
Two Years Ago
It was a warm day in mid September.
This was to be Danny's last day in Miami. The next morning, he and Mac would be heading back to New York City. But for a few hours, yet, Danny was going to remain in Florida and that meant for a few more hours, he would be all Abby's--to do whatever she pleased with him. And she was going to enjoy every moment they had left.
The case had been solved. Marshall Griffin was already on his way back to New York, where he'd be serving two consecutive life-sentences for the crimes he had committed between New York City and Miami; the two of them had been granted a day off. Abby usually didn't take advantage of time off, because that meant that she wouldn't be in the lab testing samples or in her office milling over case-files that she had long ago forgotten about in order to put the dots together in her latest case. But when she had found out that it would be a full day with Mr. Danny Messer--then, well, she just couldn't help herself! (She owed it to herself to spend the day with him...)
He had requested her, after all. Horatio had not left that part out when he had told her that she was to escort him around the city. For some unknown reason, Danny wanted to see everything there was to see in Miami. Sun--Sand--and Surf... And he wanted to do it with Abby Donovan by his side.
She obliged, pretending that it meant absolutely nothing to her that he had wanted her to specifially take him on the tour of her home-town. She couldn't help but smile, to herself, when Natalia and Calleigh had seen him meet her at the front entrance to Miami-Dade Crime Lab. The envy in their eyes was enough to satisfy Abby for years to come. She knew she had Danny--hook, line, and sinker--and she was not too proud to parade it around in her friends' faces.
The pool had been set, early in the introduction of the two CSIs, on how many days it would take the two of them to fall for one another. Cooper had started it, mostly as a joke, but as the days passed and tension rose between the two of them, it looked as if there might be some truth to the rumors, after all.
Calleigh had bet it would take a week.
Wolfe said three days, tops.
Natalia had speculated that it would be during the first weekend.
Delko had grinned when he chose twenty-four hours.
Cooper had said it would happen five minutes after the two of them left the prying eyes of Horatio Caine and Mac Taylor.
And Abby? Well, Abby had told them that nothing was going to happen between the two of them, because they did not know each other and she was not that easy. Truthfully, she had wanted to be alone with him from the first moment she lay eyes on the sexy boy. Now, she had her chance. Good thing she had gone by the lounge and chosen this particular day before Danny had arrived for their "date" that morning.
Yep, Abby had decided she would get the last laugh when it came to her and Danny's budding relationship, not her partners. Besides, the pool was up to $300 and she needed the cash.
It was a warm day in mid September.
This was to be Danny's last day in Miami. The next morning, he and Mac would be heading back to New York City. But for a few hours, yet, Danny was going to remain in Florida and that meant for a few more hours, he would be all Abby's--to do whatever she pleased with him. And she was going to enjoy every moment they had left.
The case had been solved. Marshall Griffin was already on his way back to New York, where he'd be serving two consecutive life-sentences for the crimes he had committed between New York City and Miami; the two of them had been granted a day off. Abby usually didn't take advantage of time off, because that meant that she wouldn't be in the lab testing samples or in her office milling over case-files that she had long ago forgotten about in order to put the dots together in her latest case. But when she had found out that it would be a full day with Mr. Danny Messer--then, well, she just couldn't help herself! (She owed it to herself to spend the day with him...)
He had requested her, after all. Horatio had not left that part out when he had told her that she was to escort him around the city. For some unknown reason, Danny wanted to see everything there was to see in Miami. Sun--Sand--and Surf... And he wanted to do it with Abby Donovan by his side.
She obliged, pretending that it meant absolutely nothing to her that he had wanted her to specifially take him on the tour of her home-town. She couldn't help but smile, to herself, when Natalia and Calleigh had seen him meet her at the front entrance to Miami-Dade Crime Lab. The envy in their eyes was enough to satisfy Abby for years to come. She knew she had Danny--hook, line, and sinker--and she was not too proud to parade it around in her friends' faces.
The pool had been set, early in the introduction of the two CSIs, on how many days it would take the two of them to fall for one another. Cooper had started it, mostly as a joke, but as the days passed and tension rose between the two of them, it looked as if there might be some truth to the rumors, after all.
Calleigh had bet it would take a week.
Wolfe said three days, tops.
Natalia had speculated that it would be during the first weekend.
Delko had grinned when he chose twenty-four hours.
Cooper had said it would happen five minutes after the two of them left the prying eyes of Horatio Caine and Mac Taylor.
And Abby? Well, Abby had told them that nothing was going to happen between the two of them, because they did not know each other and she was not that easy. Truthfully, she had wanted to be alone with him from the first moment she lay eyes on the sexy boy. Now, she had her chance. Good thing she had gone by the lounge and chosen this particular day before Danny had arrived for their "date" that morning.
Yep, Abby had decided she would get the last laugh when it came to her and Danny's budding relationship, not her partners. Besides, the pool was up to $300 and she needed the cash.
"Erin wasn't slated to be in the movie. Only us. When she found out that Alice had not pleaded with the director to include her, she went ballistic. She told us that we were just using Alice to further our own careers. She said that Alice was tired of always having to put in a good word for us with the directors or photographers she worked with. We all knew it was just her jealousy--Not really Alice who had felt this way. So, when she didn't get her way, she went to Alice and talked her out of doing it, too. I'm not sure why Alice listened to her, but she did. And that's why we were here, alone, rehearsing our lines--And Alice was on that bridge," Michelle explained.
Danny glanced over to Lindsay. She nodded.
"Does Erin have a last name?" he asked as he pulled out a notepad and pen.
"Fowler," Michelle answered. Danny jotted the name down.
"Can you tell us where to get in touch with Miss Fowler?"
"Try her Dad's place on 112th Street. Her step-mom's a monster, but she'll tell ya if she's there or not," Michelle told him.
Danny jotted that information down as well.
"Ladies, would you mind telling me where you got those shoes?" Lindsay asked, eying the shoes they were wearing.
"Alice got them for us... Last Christmas." Kris whispered, her face scrunching up as she spoke.
"Why?" Ashley finished.
Lindsay didn't answer her question, instead she continued with her own questioning. "Did she buy Erin a pair, too?"
"No. Just us," Ashley answered quickly.
"Does this have something to do with Alice's death?" Michelle asked, turning toward Danny as she spoke.
Danny chewed his bottom lip. He nodded.
"Did you find a pair at the scene or something?" Ashley asked, her voice rising a little.
"We can't release that information to you, Miss. I'm sorry," Lindsay told her.
Danny hated what he had to request next. "Do you mind if Detective Monroe and I take them for a little while? We'll get them back to you."
"Why do you need our shoes?" Ashley asked, turning her own attention on Danny, hoping he would fill her in where Lindsay had not.
"I can't tell ya. I just have to take them into the lab. Do you understand?" Danny asked.
The three girls looked at one another. Was that panic in their eyes? Guilt? Fear?
"They need 'em, Girls. We have to cooperate," Michelle told them, softly.
"But Alice gave them to us, Michelle. We just can't--" Kris sobbed.
"I know, Kris. But if this will help find who murdered Alice, then we have to turn them over to the police," Michelle told her.
That was all it took, the three girls gave the shoes to Danny and Lindsay without protest. The Detectives promised to return them later and they left the house in search of Erin Fowler.
Danny glanced over to Lindsay. She nodded.
"Does Erin have a last name?" he asked as he pulled out a notepad and pen.
"Fowler," Michelle answered. Danny jotted the name down.
"Can you tell us where to get in touch with Miss Fowler?"
"Try her Dad's place on 112th Street. Her step-mom's a monster, but she'll tell ya if she's there or not," Michelle told him.
Danny jotted that information down as well.
"Ladies, would you mind telling me where you got those shoes?" Lindsay asked, eying the shoes they were wearing.
"Alice got them for us... Last Christmas." Kris whispered, her face scrunching up as she spoke.
"Why?" Ashley finished.
Lindsay didn't answer her question, instead she continued with her own questioning. "Did she buy Erin a pair, too?"
"No. Just us," Ashley answered quickly.
"Does this have something to do with Alice's death?" Michelle asked, turning toward Danny as she spoke.
Danny chewed his bottom lip. He nodded.
"Did you find a pair at the scene or something?" Ashley asked, her voice rising a little.
"We can't release that information to you, Miss. I'm sorry," Lindsay told her.
Danny hated what he had to request next. "Do you mind if Detective Monroe and I take them for a little while? We'll get them back to you."
"Why do you need our shoes?" Ashley asked, turning her own attention on Danny, hoping he would fill her in where Lindsay had not.
"I can't tell ya. I just have to take them into the lab. Do you understand?" Danny asked.
The three girls looked at one another. Was that panic in their eyes? Guilt? Fear?
"They need 'em, Girls. We have to cooperate," Michelle told them, softly.
"But Alice gave them to us, Michelle. We just can't--" Kris sobbed.
"I know, Kris. But if this will help find who murdered Alice, then we have to turn them over to the police," Michelle told her.
That was all it took, the three girls gave the shoes to Danny and Lindsay without protest. The Detectives promised to return them later and they left the house in search of Erin Fowler.
Danny cleared his throat, glancing back at Lindsay. He had enjoyed the attention from the young girl, at first, but now it wasn't as flattering as it had been only moments earlier. Now it was border-line stalking. So wrong. He pleaded silently for Lindsay jump in at any time with his eyes. She just smiled sweetly at him with a shrug. She knew he had let things go too far. He would have to fix it himself.
"Miss, as flattered as I am that you find me to be..." It was hard for Danny to admit. "You find me attractive, this is a serious police matter. I have to conduct this with professionalism. Do you understand?" Danny asked, staring into the young girl's face.
She nodded.
"Good." He reach up and rubbed his chin. When he noticed the excited look creeping over Ashley's face once more, he stopped. He turned to the other two girls. "You three were friends with Chloe Philips?"
Michelle glanced over at Kris, who had not spoken since the two Detectives had arrived. She began to sob lightly. Her shoulders heaving uncontrollably beneath her sweater.
"We were Alice's best friends..." Michelle whispered, reaching over to comfort Kris.
"Where were you two nights ago, between midnight and 2 a.m.?" Danny continued, keeping his eyes on Michelle as he spoke.
"Um, we were here. Working on some acting material of our own," she answered, not moving her eyes from Danny's set.
"Alice wasn't part of the project?" Danny grinned. "Thought you guys were BFF."
Michelle's face fell. "We are--We were. Alice was our best friend. If it hadn't have been for her wild dreams, we wouldn't be here in New York City. We'd be in Boston--going to some community college."
"Why wasn't Alice in the project?" Linday asked.
Danny gave her an odd look. Better late than never, she had always thought.
Michelle sighed. "It's Indie. It was Alice's movie. I mean, she planned on being in it. She was the one the director really wanted. Lo and behold, Erin got her way--AGAIN!"
"There's that name again. Erin a ghost or somethin'?" Danny grinned.
"We'd never get that lucky..." Ashley mumbled.
"Ash!" Michelle snapped.
"What?" she demanded, turning to her friend.
Michelle glared back at her.
"What? You know you hate her just as much as me and Kris," Ashley answered, folding her arms.
"You hate Erin?"
"Not really--"
"That's such a lie, Michelle, and you know it!" Ashley cut in.
"Let Michelle answer the questions, Ashley. God! You're just makin' it worse," Kris spoke, her voice cracking.
Ashley set back once more in a huff, obviously out-numbered.
"Continue Miss Lehman," Lindsay coaxed.
"Ok. I didn't trust Erin--None of us did." Michelle glanced from Ashley back to Kris. "I guess I never really liked her much. She just showed up one day, out of the blue. She instantly became best friends with Alice and tried to be our friend, too. But Ash, Kris, and me? We saw right through her. God, even Bucky saw her for the phoney that she was. But Alice was a nice girl. She wanted to make everyone happy. She didn't want to leave anyone out. So, she let Erin hang out with us when we went out to events or just vegged out here. She just--Couldn't say no to her. But we all knew what Erin was really up to. She just wanted what she could get off of Alice. Ya know? That was all Erin wanted--A way in."
"Ain't that what you guys are doin'?" Danny asked, seriously.
"No. Alice wanted us to be in this movie with her. She asked the director if we could do it. She told him that if he didn't let us in, too, she would walk. That was the way Alice was. She wanted everyone to have a chance. She knew that Ash, Kris, and I wanted to be in the movies, too. She knew that. We all dreamed of it," Michelle explained.
"But she made it, didn't she? And you three haven't..." Lindsay told them.
"That's not it at all. We got the parts. This is our chance. Why would we be angry with Alice?" Michelle whispered.
The three girls were quiet for a moment.
"What about Erin?" Lindsay asked, breaking the silence this time.
"What about her?" Michelle asked.
"Did she get to be in your lil movie?"
Michelle glanced over to Ashley, who offered nothing, then to Kris. There was a look in her tear-rimmed eyes, that made Michelle go on. Danny and Lindsay both saw it. They knew something.
"Miss, as flattered as I am that you find me to be..." It was hard for Danny to admit. "You find me attractive, this is a serious police matter. I have to conduct this with professionalism. Do you understand?" Danny asked, staring into the young girl's face.
She nodded.
"Good." He reach up and rubbed his chin. When he noticed the excited look creeping over Ashley's face once more, he stopped. He turned to the other two girls. "You three were friends with Chloe Philips?"
Michelle glanced over at Kris, who had not spoken since the two Detectives had arrived. She began to sob lightly. Her shoulders heaving uncontrollably beneath her sweater.
"We were Alice's best friends..." Michelle whispered, reaching over to comfort Kris.
"Where were you two nights ago, between midnight and 2 a.m.?" Danny continued, keeping his eyes on Michelle as he spoke.
"Um, we were here. Working on some acting material of our own," she answered, not moving her eyes from Danny's set.
"Alice wasn't part of the project?" Danny grinned. "Thought you guys were BFF."
Michelle's face fell. "We are--We were. Alice was our best friend. If it hadn't have been for her wild dreams, we wouldn't be here in New York City. We'd be in Boston--going to some community college."
"Why wasn't Alice in the project?" Linday asked.
Danny gave her an odd look. Better late than never, she had always thought.
Michelle sighed. "It's Indie. It was Alice's movie. I mean, she planned on being in it. She was the one the director really wanted. Lo and behold, Erin got her way--AGAIN!"
"There's that name again. Erin a ghost or somethin'?" Danny grinned.
"We'd never get that lucky..." Ashley mumbled.
"Ash!" Michelle snapped.
"What?" she demanded, turning to her friend.
Michelle glared back at her.
"What? You know you hate her just as much as me and Kris," Ashley answered, folding her arms.
"You hate Erin?"
"Not really--"
"That's such a lie, Michelle, and you know it!" Ashley cut in.
"Let Michelle answer the questions, Ashley. God! You're just makin' it worse," Kris spoke, her voice cracking.
Ashley set back once more in a huff, obviously out-numbered.
"Continue Miss Lehman," Lindsay coaxed.
"Ok. I didn't trust Erin--None of us did." Michelle glanced from Ashley back to Kris. "I guess I never really liked her much. She just showed up one day, out of the blue. She instantly became best friends with Alice and tried to be our friend, too. But Ash, Kris, and me? We saw right through her. God, even Bucky saw her for the phoney that she was. But Alice was a nice girl. She wanted to make everyone happy. She didn't want to leave anyone out. So, she let Erin hang out with us when we went out to events or just vegged out here. She just--Couldn't say no to her. But we all knew what Erin was really up to. She just wanted what she could get off of Alice. Ya know? That was all Erin wanted--A way in."
"Ain't that what you guys are doin'?" Danny asked, seriously.
"No. Alice wanted us to be in this movie with her. She asked the director if we could do it. She told him that if he didn't let us in, too, she would walk. That was the way Alice was. She wanted everyone to have a chance. She knew that Ash, Kris, and I wanted to be in the movies, too. She knew that. We all dreamed of it," Michelle explained.
"But she made it, didn't she? And you three haven't..." Lindsay told them.
"That's not it at all. We got the parts. This is our chance. Why would we be angry with Alice?" Michelle whispered.
The three girls were quiet for a moment.
"What about Erin?" Lindsay asked, breaking the silence this time.
"What about her?" Michelle asked.
"Did she get to be in your lil movie?"
Michelle glanced over to Ashley, who offered nothing, then to Kris. There was a look in her tear-rimmed eyes, that made Michelle go on. Danny and Lindsay both saw it. They knew something.
* * *
The three girls set on the couch, eying the two Detectives who were seated on the love-seat.
Ashley DuGray, the one on the right, was a blond. Her hair was short, cut into a bob, and streaked through with a copper color that matched her eyes perfectly. She was dressed in a tight blue sweater that accented her curves perfectly with a short denim skirt that was tattered at the bottom. On her feet were silver colored strappy shoes.
In the middle was Michelle Lehman. She was tall and slim with reddish brown colored hair. She wore a similiar outfit to what Ashely had on, except that hers was a mint green color and she wore black colored leggings that stopped just abover her ankles. On her feet, were a pair of silver strappy shoes, like Ashely's pair.
On the left side of the couch set Kristine Whitmore, who everyone had been calling Kris since she was a little girl. She might have had a tom-boy name, but she was far from a tom-boy by the looks of things. She was dressed like the other two in pink. She did not wear leggings or a denim skirt, she wore a black one, instead. She had blond hair, obviously dyed, because her dark roots were showing through. She had on the same kind of shoes as the other two girls: strappy and silver.
Danny took note of the three girls' shoes. The mystery girl had been wearing a pair of shoes that had silver glitter on them. Adam had found the glitter in the imprint. Was one of these girls their mystery woman? The mystery woman who had watched?
"You three knew Chloe Phillips, then?" Danny asked, breaking the eerie silence that had fallen over them.
Ashley crossed her legs, seductively. She leaned over toward the young Detective. "Are you really a cop?"
Danny nodded, instinctively licking his lips. It was a terrible habit he had, but he couldn't seem to break it. He did it so much, it had become part of who he was.
"Ooh. Sexy lips..." Ashley purred.
Danny blushed, even though, he didn't mean to do it. She was just a kid. What was he thinking--leading her on like this? Making her think that he liked the way she was looking at him; the way she was speaking to him.
She moved her fingertip up her leg, letting it linger just below the hem of her skirt. She liked this. She liked to make boys sweat. This was not a boy, though, this was a man. A hot--ruddedly handsome man, who had a lot of life-experience under his belt (and probably something much more tasty beyond it) She giggled softly, as that thought went through her mind. Naughty Girl.
Danny tried not to look at Ashley's fingertip as she moved it up her leg, but he was a man--a red blooded man--who enjoyed the game as much as the pleasure that would follow. He knew that if this were some girl--an older girl--he would play along and get the reward at the end of the night. But he had to remind himself that this girl was barely legal--and part of an open murder investigation. He might not of played along with her game--even for a secong--if he had not been angry with Lindsay. He knew, deep down, that he was being unprofessional by letting the girl think--even for a second--that he was interested in her. Or that he enjoyed her sexual advances, no matter how blatantly subtle they might have been.
But he wanted to piss Lindsay off because she was being completely ridiculous about the Montana thing. The nerve of her to go behind his back and talk to Flack about everything that she was going through--hiding from everyone around her--and leave him there in the dark, like some Love-sick fool. Danny only wanted her to feel foolish, even if for only a moment.
He knew it was mean of him to be acting like come junior highschooler, but he couldn't help the way he felt. He just wanted retribution for what she was putting him through. Make her squirm a bit under the cold stare of ridicule.
He cut his ice blue eyes over to Lindsay. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, staring daggers at the oblivious girl across from her as did so.
"You're too hot to be a cop," Ashley continued, not moving her eyes from Danny's face. She bit her lip, her eyes betraying her, showing that it was lust she was trying to hide behind them.
"Ash! Stop actin' lika a slut!" Michelle cut into her friend's fun. "Alice is dead."
"Like I don't know, Michelle!" Ashley turned to her friend, and stared at her, a cold look over her soft features.
"Then, do us all a favor and stop hitting on the nice policeman," Michelle told her through gritted teeth.
"Look at him, Michelle." Ashley whined as she turned her attention back on Danny. "He's like sex-candy."
The three girls set on the couch, eying the two Detectives who were seated on the love-seat.
Ashley DuGray, the one on the right, was a blond. Her hair was short, cut into a bob, and streaked through with a copper color that matched her eyes perfectly. She was dressed in a tight blue sweater that accented her curves perfectly with a short denim skirt that was tattered at the bottom. On her feet were silver colored strappy shoes.
In the middle was Michelle Lehman. She was tall and slim with reddish brown colored hair. She wore a similiar outfit to what Ashely had on, except that hers was a mint green color and she wore black colored leggings that stopped just abover her ankles. On her feet, were a pair of silver strappy shoes, like Ashely's pair.
On the left side of the couch set Kristine Whitmore, who everyone had been calling Kris since she was a little girl. She might have had a tom-boy name, but she was far from a tom-boy by the looks of things. She was dressed like the other two in pink. She did not wear leggings or a denim skirt, she wore a black one, instead. She had blond hair, obviously dyed, because her dark roots were showing through. She had on the same kind of shoes as the other two girls: strappy and silver.
Danny took note of the three girls' shoes. The mystery girl had been wearing a pair of shoes that had silver glitter on them. Adam had found the glitter in the imprint. Was one of these girls their mystery woman? The mystery woman who had watched?
"You three knew Chloe Phillips, then?" Danny asked, breaking the eerie silence that had fallen over them.
Ashley crossed her legs, seductively. She leaned over toward the young Detective. "Are you really a cop?"
Danny nodded, instinctively licking his lips. It was a terrible habit he had, but he couldn't seem to break it. He did it so much, it had become part of who he was.
"Ooh. Sexy lips..." Ashley purred.
Danny blushed, even though, he didn't mean to do it. She was just a kid. What was he thinking--leading her on like this? Making her think that he liked the way she was looking at him; the way she was speaking to him.
She moved her fingertip up her leg, letting it linger just below the hem of her skirt. She liked this. She liked to make boys sweat. This was not a boy, though, this was a man. A hot--ruddedly handsome man, who had a lot of life-experience under his belt (and probably something much more tasty beyond it) She giggled softly, as that thought went through her mind. Naughty Girl.
Danny tried not to look at Ashley's fingertip as she moved it up her leg, but he was a man--a red blooded man--who enjoyed the game as much as the pleasure that would follow. He knew that if this were some girl--an older girl--he would play along and get the reward at the end of the night. But he had to remind himself that this girl was barely legal--and part of an open murder investigation. He might not of played along with her game--even for a secong--if he had not been angry with Lindsay. He knew, deep down, that he was being unprofessional by letting the girl think--even for a second--that he was interested in her. Or that he enjoyed her sexual advances, no matter how blatantly subtle they might have been.
But he wanted to piss Lindsay off because she was being completely ridiculous about the Montana thing. The nerve of her to go behind his back and talk to Flack about everything that she was going through--hiding from everyone around her--and leave him there in the dark, like some Love-sick fool. Danny only wanted her to feel foolish, even if for only a moment.
He knew it was mean of him to be acting like come junior highschooler, but he couldn't help the way he felt. He just wanted retribution for what she was putting him through. Make her squirm a bit under the cold stare of ridicule.
He cut his ice blue eyes over to Lindsay. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, staring daggers at the oblivious girl across from her as did so.
"You're too hot to be a cop," Ashley continued, not moving her eyes from Danny's face. She bit her lip, her eyes betraying her, showing that it was lust she was trying to hide behind them.
"Ash! Stop actin' lika a slut!" Michelle cut into her friend's fun. "Alice is dead."
"Like I don't know, Michelle!" Ashley turned to her friend, and stared at her, a cold look over her soft features.
"Then, do us all a favor and stop hitting on the nice policeman," Michelle told her through gritted teeth.
"Look at him, Michelle." Ashley whined as she turned her attention back on Danny. "He's like sex-candy."
CH 7
Danny stopped by his office to call Lindsay.
He needed her to go with him to interview Chloe Phillips' friends. He felt that if he brought a girl along with him, they would be more apt to answer the questions. He would have called Angell, but she had already done enough for the time being. Besides, this was his and Lindsay's case. She might've gotten offended if he didn't call her.
Just as he was about to dial her number, Lindsay appeared at the door. Her face was flushed. She seemed distracted.
"Hey! I was just 'bout to call you," Danny told her as he snapped his cell phone shut.
Lindsay didn't reply.
"Where ya been?"
Lindsay avoided his eyes. "With Flack."
Danny nodded, not pushing for details. "We gotta go talk to Chloe's friends."
Lindsay nodded, still not meeting his eyes.
"The boyfriend is a no-go. His DNA doesn't match up with the perp's semen."
"You found him?" Lindsay asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah. Me and Angell tracked him down." Danny moved around his desk. "You ok?"
Lindsay looked up, blinking. "Huh? Yeah. I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You seem kinda out of it. Have ya been cryin'?" Danny leaned down toward her as he spoke.
Lindsay shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm just--I'm fine, Danny. Ok?"
"Ok. I just thought--"
"You can't be my Knight in Shining Armour all the time, Danny! I have other friends, ya know."
"Whoa, Montana! I just asked ya if you was ok. You have got to stop biting my head off everytime I ask you that."
"Maybe you shouldn't ask every five minutes," Lindsay answered, coldly.
Danny stepped back. "What were you and Flack doin'?"
"Nothing. Working."
"Anything else?" Danny asked, suspicious.
Lindsay's eyes widened. "You've gotta be kiddin' me!"
Danny didn't answer, keeping his serious eyes trained on her.
"Nothing is going on between me and Flack! God! Could you be any more childish?" Lindsay threw her hands up in disgust.
Danny pushed his hands against his hips. "I know Don."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lindsay asked.
"He's charming, Linds. He's... Don Flack. You do the math," he answered.
Lindsay shook her head in disbelief. Sometimes Danny could be so damn impossible. Sometimes he could be insanely jealous--for no reason at all--and just expect her to accept that. Sometimes he could be annoying in the way that he jumped to conclusions--outlandish ones at that. She wanted to strangle him when acted this way. He thought he owned her sometimes, and she liked the thought of that, most of the time, but sometimes she just couldn't deal with his possessiveness. It was like she could push him away and he'd just retaliate by smothering her even more. She knew it was not his fault intirely, because she had a bad habit of letting him get too close and then running away from his advances. She wanted to Love him, but it was not that easy for her to let her guard down and just let herself fall like that.
"Flack and I were working on a case, if you must know. We had to wait for some lab work and decided to get a cup of coffee. We were just talking," Lindsay told him.
Danny snickered sarcastically.
"That's not fair, Danny."
"What did you two talk about?" Danny asked, innocently.
"Stuff."
"Stuff?"
"Montana."
"Oh, Montana?"
"Danny--"
"No! That's fine. I get it. You can talk to Don about Montana, but not me. That's cool, really," Danny cut in.
"You know why I can't talk to you about what happened in Montana, Danny. It's just too hard..."
"Because I'm not Don Flack. Ya know what? You don't have to talk to me about Montana. I just want you to talk to me... About something," he reminded her.
Lindsay sighed heavily. She hated confrontations. "Are we done here?" she asked, after a moment.
"I guess we are. We have work to do." Danny pushed past her and headed down the corridor without another word. Lindsay followed behind, a headache coming on.
He needed her to go with him to interview Chloe Phillips' friends. He felt that if he brought a girl along with him, they would be more apt to answer the questions. He would have called Angell, but she had already done enough for the time being. Besides, this was his and Lindsay's case. She might've gotten offended if he didn't call her.
Just as he was about to dial her number, Lindsay appeared at the door. Her face was flushed. She seemed distracted.
"Hey! I was just 'bout to call you," Danny told her as he snapped his cell phone shut.
Lindsay didn't reply.
"Where ya been?"
Lindsay avoided his eyes. "With Flack."
Danny nodded, not pushing for details. "We gotta go talk to Chloe's friends."
Lindsay nodded, still not meeting his eyes.
"The boyfriend is a no-go. His DNA doesn't match up with the perp's semen."
"You found him?" Lindsay asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah. Me and Angell tracked him down." Danny moved around his desk. "You ok?"
Lindsay looked up, blinking. "Huh? Yeah. I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You seem kinda out of it. Have ya been cryin'?" Danny leaned down toward her as he spoke.
Lindsay shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm just--I'm fine, Danny. Ok?"
"Ok. I just thought--"
"You can't be my Knight in Shining Armour all the time, Danny! I have other friends, ya know."
"Whoa, Montana! I just asked ya if you was ok. You have got to stop biting my head off everytime I ask you that."
"Maybe you shouldn't ask every five minutes," Lindsay answered, coldly.
Danny stepped back. "What were you and Flack doin'?"
"Nothing. Working."
"Anything else?" Danny asked, suspicious.
Lindsay's eyes widened. "You've gotta be kiddin' me!"
Danny didn't answer, keeping his serious eyes trained on her.
"Nothing is going on between me and Flack! God! Could you be any more childish?" Lindsay threw her hands up in disgust.
Danny pushed his hands against his hips. "I know Don."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lindsay asked.
"He's charming, Linds. He's... Don Flack. You do the math," he answered.
Lindsay shook her head in disbelief. Sometimes Danny could be so damn impossible. Sometimes he could be insanely jealous--for no reason at all--and just expect her to accept that. Sometimes he could be annoying in the way that he jumped to conclusions--outlandish ones at that. She wanted to strangle him when acted this way. He thought he owned her sometimes, and she liked the thought of that, most of the time, but sometimes she just couldn't deal with his possessiveness. It was like she could push him away and he'd just retaliate by smothering her even more. She knew it was not his fault intirely, because she had a bad habit of letting him get too close and then running away from his advances. She wanted to Love him, but it was not that easy for her to let her guard down and just let herself fall like that.
"Flack and I were working on a case, if you must know. We had to wait for some lab work and decided to get a cup of coffee. We were just talking," Lindsay told him.
Danny snickered sarcastically.
"That's not fair, Danny."
"What did you two talk about?" Danny asked, innocently.
"Stuff."
"Stuff?"
"Montana."
"Oh, Montana?"
"Danny--"
"No! That's fine. I get it. You can talk to Don about Montana, but not me. That's cool, really," Danny cut in.
"You know why I can't talk to you about what happened in Montana, Danny. It's just too hard..."
"Because I'm not Don Flack. Ya know what? You don't have to talk to me about Montana. I just want you to talk to me... About something," he reminded her.
Lindsay sighed heavily. She hated confrontations. "Are we done here?" she asked, after a moment.
"I guess we are. We have work to do." Danny pushed past her and headed down the corridor without another word. Lindsay followed behind, a headache coming on.
3.29.2007
I'M JUST LAZY
i was gonna post CHAPTER 7 for your viewing pleasure tonight, but i totally screwed up on chapter 6 and only posted half of it.
no worries, though. i fixed it. i am a perfectionist, so i would have had a melt-down if i had not fixed it when i did. i would have proabably ended up pulling out some of my hair and i love my hair way too much to pull it out! lol
i apologize if anyone is confused (welcome to my world!) but in my defense, it was late and i was probably wishing for slumber and wishin' i was dreamin' of carmine...
anyway.
that's the "real" ending to CH 7. i love the convo between danny and hawkes:
Hawkes nodded. "You think it's possible the boyfriend got drunk and killed her in some kinda drunken rage?"
Danny shook his head. "No. I believe the kid when he said he didn't know anything."
"Then who's the real killer?" Hawkes asked, more to himself.
Danny handed the reports back to him. "I dunno. I've got a vic who wasn't killed by a fan. A boyfriend who I believe didn't do it. And a mystery woman."
"What now?" Hawkes pushed.
"I need to go talk to some girls now..."
"You always gotta go talk to a girl!" Hawkes shouted to him as Danny headed toward the door.
i crack myself up!
i have no idea where i get my inspiration for such things...
but i could totally see danny sayin' that he had to go talk to some girls and hawkes telling him he always had to go talk to a girl!
just soooo danny.
he knows he's hot!!!
peace love and danny messer
--mandy--
no worries, though. i fixed it. i am a perfectionist, so i would have had a melt-down if i had not fixed it when i did. i would have proabably ended up pulling out some of my hair and i love my hair way too much to pull it out! lol
i apologize if anyone is confused (welcome to my world!) but in my defense, it was late and i was probably wishing for slumber and wishin' i was dreamin' of carmine...
anyway.
that's the "real" ending to CH 7. i love the convo between danny and hawkes:
Hawkes nodded. "You think it's possible the boyfriend got drunk and killed her in some kinda drunken rage?"
Danny shook his head. "No. I believe the kid when he said he didn't know anything."
"Then who's the real killer?" Hawkes asked, more to himself.
Danny handed the reports back to him. "I dunno. I've got a vic who wasn't killed by a fan. A boyfriend who I believe didn't do it. And a mystery woman."
"What now?" Hawkes pushed.
"I need to go talk to some girls now..."
"You always gotta go talk to a girl!" Hawkes shouted to him as Danny headed toward the door.
i crack myself up!
i have no idea where i get my inspiration for such things...
but i could totally see danny sayin' that he had to go talk to some girls and hawkes telling him he always had to go talk to a girl!
just soooo danny.
he knows he's hot!!!
peace love and danny messer
--mandy--
Danny walked into the Coroner's Office, expecting to be greeted by Sid, but instead, he was greeted by Sheldon Hawkes. He was a young black man, around the same height as Danny and same age, too. He had once been an ER doctor, but had been with the NYPD for quite sometime. He was now in the process of training to become a CSI. He was smart and serious. Danny liked that about him. He was also very thorough, so Danny knew that if he had found anything out of the ordinary, he would be sure to tell him. He was trust-worthy, to say the least.
"Sid got you working the stiffs?" Danny asked with a grin.
Hawkes shook his head. "I volunteered. Sid was swamped."
"I bet Mac misses ya."
"No more than he misses you. You're his right-hand. You know that," Hawkes countered.
Danny smiled, slyly. He knew that was the truth. And Danny never argued when it came to something that had to do with him and was the truth.
"You're one cocky individual, Messer. Anyone ever tell ya that?" Hawkes asked, noticing the smug look over Danny's face.
"Everybody. Atleast once a day."
Hawkes chuckled as he covered up the body he had been examining.
"Got something for me?" Danny cocked an eye brow up as he watched Hawkes grab a report from a pile on Sid's desk.
"Sid's results from the rape kit he did your vic."
"And?" Danny asked.
"They do not match the boyfriend's DNA you brought back," Hawkes shook his head sadly as he spoke.
"Strike three!" Danny grimmaced as he reach up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He used baseball analogies a lot.
Hawkes nodded, trying to feel what Danny must have been feeling at that exact moment. Unlike Hawkes, Danny got emotionally involved in his cases.
He knew better, but it was hard for him not to be this way, considering how emotional he was about everything else in his life. It was just the way Danny Messer was, and whether you felt it be right or wrong, really didn't matter. Danny was that kind of guy. He had been searching for understanding for most of his life, and now with each and every case that came his way, he found himself searching for more than just understanding, he was now seeking the cold-hard-truth. He needed to get involved in order to feel alive. In order to feel anything, it seemed. Danny would never admit it outloud, but he was afraid that if he didn't let himself get involved--and feel--then, he would never feel anything; never truly feel alive.
"Got Tox, too," Hawkes continued, pretending he didn't see the disappointment in Danny's eyes. He handed Danny the report.
Danny scanned it for a moment before he spoke. "Boyfriend said they were up there smoking pot. Looks like they were drinking alcohol, too."
Hawkes nodded. "You think it's possible the boyfriend got drunk and killed her in some kinda drunken rage?"
Danny shook his head. "No. I believe the kid when he said he didn't know anything."
"Then who's the real killer?" Hawkes asked, more to himself.
Danny handed the reports back to him. "I dunno. I've got a vic who wasn't killed by a fan. A boyfriend who I believe didn't do it. And a mystery woman."
"What now?" Hawkes pushed.
"I need to go talk to some girls now..."
"You always gotta go talk to a girl!" Hawkes shouted to him as Danny headed toward the door.
"Sid got you working the stiffs?" Danny asked with a grin.
Hawkes shook his head. "I volunteered. Sid was swamped."
"I bet Mac misses ya."
"No more than he misses you. You're his right-hand. You know that," Hawkes countered.
Danny smiled, slyly. He knew that was the truth. And Danny never argued when it came to something that had to do with him and was the truth.
"You're one cocky individual, Messer. Anyone ever tell ya that?" Hawkes asked, noticing the smug look over Danny's face.
"Everybody. Atleast once a day."
Hawkes chuckled as he covered up the body he had been examining.
"Got something for me?" Danny cocked an eye brow up as he watched Hawkes grab a report from a pile on Sid's desk.
"Sid's results from the rape kit he did your vic."
"And?" Danny asked.
"They do not match the boyfriend's DNA you brought back," Hawkes shook his head sadly as he spoke.
"Strike three!" Danny grimmaced as he reach up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He used baseball analogies a lot.
Hawkes nodded, trying to feel what Danny must have been feeling at that exact moment. Unlike Hawkes, Danny got emotionally involved in his cases.
He knew better, but it was hard for him not to be this way, considering how emotional he was about everything else in his life. It was just the way Danny Messer was, and whether you felt it be right or wrong, really didn't matter. Danny was that kind of guy. He had been searching for understanding for most of his life, and now with each and every case that came his way, he found himself searching for more than just understanding, he was now seeking the cold-hard-truth. He needed to get involved in order to feel alive. In order to feel anything, it seemed. Danny would never admit it outloud, but he was afraid that if he didn't let himself get involved--and feel--then, he would never feel anything; never truly feel alive.
"Got Tox, too," Hawkes continued, pretending he didn't see the disappointment in Danny's eyes. He handed Danny the report.
Danny scanned it for a moment before he spoke. "Boyfriend said they were up there smoking pot. Looks like they were drinking alcohol, too."
Hawkes nodded. "You think it's possible the boyfriend got drunk and killed her in some kinda drunken rage?"
Danny shook his head. "No. I believe the kid when he said he didn't know anything."
"Then who's the real killer?" Hawkes asked, more to himself.
Danny handed the reports back to him. "I dunno. I've got a vic who wasn't killed by a fan. A boyfriend who I believe didn't do it. And a mystery woman."
"What now?" Hawkes pushed.
"I need to go talk to some girls now..."
"You always gotta go talk to a girl!" Hawkes shouted to him as Danny headed toward the door.
"Tell me our boys' boot matches the prints we found," Danny said as he came into the lab.
Adam turned, a little surprised by the sound of Danny's voice as it cut into the quiet that had settled over him in the small lab he used. Adam was a very quiet person by nature, because at a young age he had learned that being quiet would get him everywhere. If he made too much noise as a kid, he would have to pay the consequence. But if he was quiet and no one had to hear him, he would be allowed to do so much more than he had ever imagined possible. Now, as an adult, he still played by these rules. He was better off to be seen, than heard. Danny was the total opposite: he wanted to be seen and heard! It amazed Adam at how Danny had had such a rough childhood, yet he was able to be this way. He wished he could only be half that strong.
"Uh, no. Sean Buckley's boots do not match up with the ones taken from the crime scene."
Danny crossed his arms as he let out a breath. "Figured."
Adam smiled weakly as he turned back to his magnifying glass. Danny lingered there for a moment, watching him closely.
"Find anything on the branches?" he finally asked.
"Talk about a needle-in-a-haystack," Adam smiled, more to himself.
"Adam?" Danny asked, patiently.
"Oh, yeah. Uh, we found blood on this bad-boy right here," he gestured to a piece of wood on the table. "It's our girl's blood."
Danny moved over to it. Adam handed him the magnifying glass. Danny pushed his glasses onto his forehead to view it. He stepped back and grinned at Adam.
"Next time Flack and me go out for drinks, you are so joining us!" Danny told him as he handed the magnifying glass back to him. "You're a freakin' genius, Adam!"
Adam blushed from the compliment as he watched Danny push his glasses back down.
"Did you find any prints?"
Adam shook his head, his smile fading. "No. He wore gloves. The blood is all that connects our vic with an attacker. This branch was used to kill her, but no prints. Any luck with the semen?"
"I took a sample from the boyfriend. I have to check in."
The two of them were silent for a moment. Adam turned back to some other samples he had on his table. Danny watched him for a moment longer. He was so dedicated to his work. He deserved to have some fun. Danny might have otherwise shrugged off his earlier statement and forgotten it when it came time to follow through, but he would not do that to Adam. He would ask him to come along when he and Flack went out for drinks like they usually did on the weekends.
"Remember: next time we go out for drinks, you're comin', too. Alright?" Danny asked, pointing at him like that sealed the deal between the two of them.
"You don't have to, Danny. I know you were just being--"
"I never kid, Adam. And I never pity anyone, either. Got that?" Danny asked.
Adam nodded.
"'Aight. Later," and with that, Danny turned and headed out the door.
Adam turned, a little surprised by the sound of Danny's voice as it cut into the quiet that had settled over him in the small lab he used. Adam was a very quiet person by nature, because at a young age he had learned that being quiet would get him everywhere. If he made too much noise as a kid, he would have to pay the consequence. But if he was quiet and no one had to hear him, he would be allowed to do so much more than he had ever imagined possible. Now, as an adult, he still played by these rules. He was better off to be seen, than heard. Danny was the total opposite: he wanted to be seen and heard! It amazed Adam at how Danny had had such a rough childhood, yet he was able to be this way. He wished he could only be half that strong.
"Uh, no. Sean Buckley's boots do not match up with the ones taken from the crime scene."
Danny crossed his arms as he let out a breath. "Figured."
Adam smiled weakly as he turned back to his magnifying glass. Danny lingered there for a moment, watching him closely.
"Find anything on the branches?" he finally asked.
"Talk about a needle-in-a-haystack," Adam smiled, more to himself.
"Adam?" Danny asked, patiently.
"Oh, yeah. Uh, we found blood on this bad-boy right here," he gestured to a piece of wood on the table. "It's our girl's blood."
Danny moved over to it. Adam handed him the magnifying glass. Danny pushed his glasses onto his forehead to view it. He stepped back and grinned at Adam.
"Next time Flack and me go out for drinks, you are so joining us!" Danny told him as he handed the magnifying glass back to him. "You're a freakin' genius, Adam!"
Adam blushed from the compliment as he watched Danny push his glasses back down.
"Did you find any prints?"
Adam shook his head, his smile fading. "No. He wore gloves. The blood is all that connects our vic with an attacker. This branch was used to kill her, but no prints. Any luck with the semen?"
"I took a sample from the boyfriend. I have to check in."
The two of them were silent for a moment. Adam turned back to some other samples he had on his table. Danny watched him for a moment longer. He was so dedicated to his work. He deserved to have some fun. Danny might have otherwise shrugged off his earlier statement and forgotten it when it came time to follow through, but he would not do that to Adam. He would ask him to come along when he and Flack went out for drinks like they usually did on the weekends.
"Remember: next time we go out for drinks, you're comin', too. Alright?" Danny asked, pointing at him like that sealed the deal between the two of them.
"You don't have to, Danny. I know you were just being--"
"I never kid, Adam. And I never pity anyone, either. Got that?" Danny asked.
Adam nodded.
"'Aight. Later," and with that, Danny turned and headed out the door.
"Erin a girl or boy?"
"A girl. A friend of Ally's."
"Her Mom didn't mention any Erin to me. Why not?" Danny asked.
"Probably because she didn't know her. Erin was obsessed with Ally. Always following her around--wanted to be famous, I guess, by association. She wasn't really part of the entourage, but she would just show up--ya know? And Ally didn't have the heart to tell her she wasn't invited," Bucky explained.
"I see. She was spongin' off--uh Alice?" Danny asked.
"No more than the other girls."
"And you never took a stab, huh? Content in being greasy?" Angell asked.
"Wait. You think I killed Ally?" Bucky asked. "I Loved her."
"Sure, you did. I mean, she was just busting out and making all kinds of money. You wanted a piece of the action, didn't ya?" Danny asked.
"No!" Bucky's eyes turned cold. "I didn't want anything from Ally, but her Love. We were going to get married. I asked her. She said yes."
"No ring on her hand. Maybe she wasn't as interested as you thought." Angell tilted her head.
"I couldn't afford a ring. Alright? I don't exactly make the big bucks to buy her the kind of things she has become accustomed to."
"You're a real-life K-Fed, huh?" Danny mused.
Angell snickered at the obvious insult.
"Are we finished here? I have work that needs to be done," Bucky told them, his tone cold.
"One more thing. I need yo boots."
"You've gotta be kiddin'."
"Do I look like I'm kiddin'?" Danny asked, his eyes boring into Bucky's face.
The kid glanced at Angell.
"He ain't kiddin'," she told him.
Bucky reach down and pulled his boots off. He handed them over to Danny, who in turn, handed them to Angell.
"Thank you. Now, if you will be so kind as to open your mouth," Danny began as he opened his kit.
"What the fu--"
"Don't." Angell's eyes flashed.
Danny held a swab up. "I need your DNA."
"Why?" Bucky asked.
"To rule you out. It won't hurt," Danny answered.
Bucky opened his mouth and Danny pushed the swab into his cheek. He pulled it out, placed it in a vial, closed the top, then pushed the sample back into his kit. He closed the top and smiled at the kid before him.
"Have a nice day," he told him.
The kid scoffed. Then, he turned and stalked, sock feet, back toward Maurice's Restruant.
"You think he did it?" Angell asked.
Danny shook his head. "He may be a prick, but I don't think he murdered his girlfriend."
"Why'd you take his boots?" Angell asked, holding the boots out to him.
"We found a print and Adam said it was from a boot. Seemed like the proper thing to do at the time."
Angell laughed as they headed back up the street to where she had parked her black SUV. Danny had a way of doing things that was all his own. Too bad, she thought as they walked side-by-side up the pavement, some people didn't appreciate his recklessness for how endearing it really was.
"A girl. A friend of Ally's."
"Her Mom didn't mention any Erin to me. Why not?" Danny asked.
"Probably because she didn't know her. Erin was obsessed with Ally. Always following her around--wanted to be famous, I guess, by association. She wasn't really part of the entourage, but she would just show up--ya know? And Ally didn't have the heart to tell her she wasn't invited," Bucky explained.
"I see. She was spongin' off--uh Alice?" Danny asked.
"No more than the other girls."
"And you never took a stab, huh? Content in being greasy?" Angell asked.
"Wait. You think I killed Ally?" Bucky asked. "I Loved her."
"Sure, you did. I mean, she was just busting out and making all kinds of money. You wanted a piece of the action, didn't ya?" Danny asked.
"No!" Bucky's eyes turned cold. "I didn't want anything from Ally, but her Love. We were going to get married. I asked her. She said yes."
"No ring on her hand. Maybe she wasn't as interested as you thought." Angell tilted her head.
"I couldn't afford a ring. Alright? I don't exactly make the big bucks to buy her the kind of things she has become accustomed to."
"You're a real-life K-Fed, huh?" Danny mused.
Angell snickered at the obvious insult.
"Are we finished here? I have work that needs to be done," Bucky told them, his tone cold.
"One more thing. I need yo boots."
"You've gotta be kiddin'."
"Do I look like I'm kiddin'?" Danny asked, his eyes boring into Bucky's face.
The kid glanced at Angell.
"He ain't kiddin'," she told him.
Bucky reach down and pulled his boots off. He handed them over to Danny, who in turn, handed them to Angell.
"Thank you. Now, if you will be so kind as to open your mouth," Danny began as he opened his kit.
"What the fu--"
"Don't." Angell's eyes flashed.
Danny held a swab up. "I need your DNA."
"Why?" Bucky asked.
"To rule you out. It won't hurt," Danny answered.
Bucky opened his mouth and Danny pushed the swab into his cheek. He pulled it out, placed it in a vial, closed the top, then pushed the sample back into his kit. He closed the top and smiled at the kid before him.
"Have a nice day," he told him.
The kid scoffed. Then, he turned and stalked, sock feet, back toward Maurice's Restruant.
"You think he did it?" Angell asked.
Danny shook his head. "He may be a prick, but I don't think he murdered his girlfriend."
"Why'd you take his boots?" Angell asked, holding the boots out to him.
"We found a print and Adam said it was from a boot. Seemed like the proper thing to do at the time."
Angell laughed as they headed back up the street to where she had parked her black SUV. Danny had a way of doing things that was all his own. Too bad, she thought as they walked side-by-side up the pavement, some people didn't appreciate his recklessness for how endearing it really was.
3.28.2007
"Detective Jennifer Angell, NYPD, Homicide." Angell pushed her badge up for him to see. "You already met my friend, here, Detective Danny Messer, CSI. You're name Buckley or not? I'm not about wasting my time."
He glanced over at Danny. "She always this pushy?"
Danny nodded.
"Even in bed?" the kid asked.
"Unbelievable!" Angell threw her hands up as she turned on her heel.
"Hey, now. Don't insult the lady with your lack of maturity," Danny put a hand up.
The kid leaned back against the building that Danny had thrown him into when he had grabbed him from behind.
"I'm Sean Buckley. But everybody calls me Bucky."
"See? How hard was that?" Danny asked. "Why'd you have to be such an ass when Detective Angell asked you? Apologize to the lady."
Bucky grinned, unbelieving. "You serious?"
Danny nodded, his jaw tight from how serious he was.
"Sorry about being an ass," Bucky whispered.
"Apology accepted," Angell answered, dryly.
"What do you want anyway?"
"You know Chloe Philips?" Danny asked.
"Yeah. She's my girlfriend. Why?" Bucky asked.
"She's dead. You know that?"
The kid's face turned pale. "Ally's dead?"
Danny glanced over to Angell. "So, you called her Alice, too?"
"Well, yeah. I knew her before she was in that movie."
"How long you know her?" Angell asked.
"About five years, I guess. Since her and her Mom moved here from Boston. We went to school together. She was a year behind me. We started dating after she graduated."
"You an actor, too?" Danny asked with a smirk.
"No. I'm not an actor."
"What'd ya do, then?"
"I work at a shop down on 22nd. I rebuild engines. You two need a lube job?" Bucky winked.
Danny cocked his head to the side. "You wanna haul his ass in as bad as I do?"
"Yeah." Angell returned his smile with one of her own.
"You ain't got nothin' on me, Detectives. I haven't spoken to Ally since..."
"Since when?"
"A couple nights ago. When did this happen?"
Danny bit his bottom lip. "Were you with Alice a couple nights ago between midnight and 2 a.m. by any chance?"
The kid thought for a moment.
"Tell him, Bucky. If you don't come clean now, he'll just dig it up later and, trust me, you don't want Messer diggin' into your past, cos he'll find all kinda weird shit on ya," Angell told him, seriously, even though she was making it up as she went.
The kid sighed heavily. "Alright. I was with Ally a couple nights ago on the bridge. Me and her and Erin had gone up there to get high. Just smoke some marijuana--ya know? Mellow out. I passed out pretty early on into the night. I don't know what happened after that. I--I woke up at Maurice's the next morning. I just figured they brought me here."
He glanced over at Danny. "She always this pushy?"
Danny nodded.
"Even in bed?" the kid asked.
"Unbelievable!" Angell threw her hands up as she turned on her heel.
"Hey, now. Don't insult the lady with your lack of maturity," Danny put a hand up.
The kid leaned back against the building that Danny had thrown him into when he had grabbed him from behind.
"I'm Sean Buckley. But everybody calls me Bucky."
"See? How hard was that?" Danny asked. "Why'd you have to be such an ass when Detective Angell asked you? Apologize to the lady."
Bucky grinned, unbelieving. "You serious?"
Danny nodded, his jaw tight from how serious he was.
"Sorry about being an ass," Bucky whispered.
"Apology accepted," Angell answered, dryly.
"What do you want anyway?"
"You know Chloe Philips?" Danny asked.
"Yeah. She's my girlfriend. Why?" Bucky asked.
"She's dead. You know that?"
The kid's face turned pale. "Ally's dead?"
Danny glanced over to Angell. "So, you called her Alice, too?"
"Well, yeah. I knew her before she was in that movie."
"How long you know her?" Angell asked.
"About five years, I guess. Since her and her Mom moved here from Boston. We went to school together. She was a year behind me. We started dating after she graduated."
"You an actor, too?" Danny asked with a smirk.
"No. I'm not an actor."
"What'd ya do, then?"
"I work at a shop down on 22nd. I rebuild engines. You two need a lube job?" Bucky winked.
Danny cocked his head to the side. "You wanna haul his ass in as bad as I do?"
"Yeah." Angell returned his smile with one of her own.
"You ain't got nothin' on me, Detectives. I haven't spoken to Ally since..."
"Since when?"
"A couple nights ago. When did this happen?"
Danny bit his bottom lip. "Were you with Alice a couple nights ago between midnight and 2 a.m. by any chance?"
The kid thought for a moment.
"Tell him, Bucky. If you don't come clean now, he'll just dig it up later and, trust me, you don't want Messer diggin' into your past, cos he'll find all kinda weird shit on ya," Angell told him, seriously, even though she was making it up as she went.
The kid sighed heavily. "Alright. I was with Ally a couple nights ago on the bridge. Me and her and Erin had gone up there to get high. Just smoke some marijuana--ya know? Mellow out. I passed out pretty early on into the night. I don't know what happened after that. I--I woke up at Maurice's the next morning. I just figured they brought me here."
I'M SMOKIN' CRACK!
i must have been half asleep the other night when i posted chapter 6, because i left out part of it. i know. i know. it was late!
ENJOY! :)
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Maurice's was an Italian Restraunt in Brooklyn, near the old neighborhood.
Both Danny and Angell knew the place well. As kids, both had come in and ordered a Canole from time to time. It was much like most other places in Brooklyn--it was a restraunt by day and a seedy place for the few mobsters left to do their business. But two Detectives were not there to bust some low ended mob fellow--they were there to find Sean Buckley.
"That's our boy," Danny whispered to Angell when they were a couple yards away.
The skinny kid on the corner, smoking a cigarette, was a dead-ringer to the photograph Flack had supplied. He did not see them as they approached.
"NYPD!" Danny shouted more out of habit than actually feeling that it was necessary to do. He held up his badge.
The kid turned. Registered the two Detectives headed his way. And bolted.
Danny thrust the small kit he had been carrying into Angell's open hands, and took after him, his legs not spanning quite the distance that the kid's was, because he was well near six feet tall. Angell did not radio for back-up, because she knew Danny would gain ground on the kid before he had time to duck out of sight. There was not many people on the street at this time of day, most were in their air-conditioned offices, so it only took Danny a few meandering sprints to get close enough to grab the kid and push him up against an empty building which set dark amongst the restruants and shops.
"What're you thinkin', huh?" Danny breathed heavily against the kids' back as he pushed him into the cool glass. "You runnin' from a cop? I coulda shot ya back 'ere. What was you thinkin'?"
Angell came upon the scene, her face a little flushed. "You betta answer him, Kid. He'll just keep askin'."
"I freaked out."
"You freaked out?" Danny glanced over to Angell with a smirk. "He freaked out."
"I heard," she agreed with a smirk of her own.
"You're lucky, Kid. Jen and I are from the old neighborhood. We can see how you could've freaked out when you heard that back 'ere." Danny's accent was thick.
Angell watched as he turned the kid around. Danny let go of his arm and stepped back next to Angell, brushing against her shoulder for a moment as he took his kit from her. The kid flexed his muscles, massaging his wrist.
"I didn't hurt ya," Danny told him, his voice full of sarcasm.
The kid frowned. "What do ya want?"
"You're name Sean Buckley?" Angell asked, nodding toward the kid.
The kid smiled, slowly, taking the woman who stood before him for the first time. "Who's askin'?"
ENJOY! :)
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Maurice's was an Italian Restraunt in Brooklyn, near the old neighborhood.
Both Danny and Angell knew the place well. As kids, both had come in and ordered a Canole from time to time. It was much like most other places in Brooklyn--it was a restraunt by day and a seedy place for the few mobsters left to do their business. But two Detectives were not there to bust some low ended mob fellow--they were there to find Sean Buckley.
"That's our boy," Danny whispered to Angell when they were a couple yards away.
The skinny kid on the corner, smoking a cigarette, was a dead-ringer to the photograph Flack had supplied. He did not see them as they approached.
"NYPD!" Danny shouted more out of habit than actually feeling that it was necessary to do. He held up his badge.
The kid turned. Registered the two Detectives headed his way. And bolted.
Danny thrust the small kit he had been carrying into Angell's open hands, and took after him, his legs not spanning quite the distance that the kid's was, because he was well near six feet tall. Angell did not radio for back-up, because she knew Danny would gain ground on the kid before he had time to duck out of sight. There was not many people on the street at this time of day, most were in their air-conditioned offices, so it only took Danny a few meandering sprints to get close enough to grab the kid and push him up against an empty building which set dark amongst the restruants and shops.
"What're you thinkin', huh?" Danny breathed heavily against the kids' back as he pushed him into the cool glass. "You runnin' from a cop? I coulda shot ya back 'ere. What was you thinkin'?"
Angell came upon the scene, her face a little flushed. "You betta answer him, Kid. He'll just keep askin'."
"I freaked out."
"You freaked out?" Danny glanced over to Angell with a smirk. "He freaked out."
"I heard," she agreed with a smirk of her own.
"You're lucky, Kid. Jen and I are from the old neighborhood. We can see how you could've freaked out when you heard that back 'ere." Danny's accent was thick.
Angell watched as he turned the kid around. Danny let go of his arm and stepped back next to Angell, brushing against her shoulder for a moment as he took his kit from her. The kid flexed his muscles, massaging his wrist.
"I didn't hurt ya," Danny told him, his voice full of sarcasm.
The kid frowned. "What do ya want?"
"You're name Sean Buckley?" Angell asked, nodding toward the kid.
The kid smiled, slowly, taking the woman who stood before him for the first time. "Who's askin'?"
3.27.2007
THIS IS YO BRAIN ON CSI
i have CSI on the brain, all.
but ya'll already knew that...
anyway, i think i need a pill for this.
is there a pill??? if not, there should be.
why do i bring this up, you may be asking yourself. well, because i was watching THE GRUDGE 2 with my mom last night (movie sux btw) and there was this part where lacy and jake enter the apartment and it's kinda trashed/dark/no electricity. lacy gets out a flashlight and starts creeping thru the apartment. i looked at my mom and was like: "when did this turn into CSI?"
i need help. CSI is taking over my life. i dream about carmine giovinazzo and eddie cahill and now i am seeing CSI in horror movies. what next??? will i mistaken my mailman for david caruso???
--mandy--
but ya'll already knew that...
anyway, i think i need a pill for this.
is there a pill??? if not, there should be.
why do i bring this up, you may be asking yourself. well, because i was watching THE GRUDGE 2 with my mom last night (movie sux btw) and there was this part where lacy and jake enter the apartment and it's kinda trashed/dark/no electricity. lacy gets out a flashlight and starts creeping thru the apartment. i looked at my mom and was like: "when did this turn into CSI?"
i need help. CSI is taking over my life. i dream about carmine giovinazzo and eddie cahill and now i am seeing CSI in horror movies. what next??? will i mistaken my mailman for david caruso???
--mandy--
CARMINE'S BIG TOE IS SEXIER THAN THAT GUY!
can you believe it, all?
CARMINE GIOVINAZZO was left off the 40 SEXIEST list in TVGUIDE.
that is appalling that the guy from HEROES won out on SEXIEST BRAINIAC and carmine didn't.
i told my mom that i was gonna email TVGUIDE and tell them that it was soooo wrong to not put carmine on the list and that carmine's big toe was sexier than that dude would ever be... and i hate feet!!! ;o
i am so saddened by this. carmine is the sexiest csi ever. he should be #1.
well, CARMINE GIOVINAZZO will always be #1 in our hearts! right, ladies???
CARMINE GIOVINAZZO was left off the 40 SEXIEST list in TVGUIDE.
that is appalling that the guy from HEROES won out on SEXIEST BRAINIAC and carmine didn't.
i told my mom that i was gonna email TVGUIDE and tell them that it was soooo wrong to not put carmine on the list and that carmine's big toe was sexier than that dude would ever be... and i hate feet!!! ;o
i am so saddened by this. carmine is the sexiest csi ever. he should be #1.
well, CARMINE GIOVINAZZO will always be #1 in our hearts! right, ladies???
3.25.2007
TALKCSIFILES.COM
ok. anyone who knows me knows i'm all for danny and angell hookin' up, right? of course, ya do.
i can't stand the thought of danny and lindsay actually having sex. what the heck is that nonsense all about anyway?
who could i see danny messer having sex with, if not lindsay?
--angell
--aiden
--flack
just to name a few...
hell, even stella might pass as a suitable "fuck buddy" for lil danny messer, but NOT lindsay!!!
ok. i'm done ranting about my hate for lindsay. on to something more pleasurable. i've been reading the posts in TALKCSIFILES.COM and let me tell ya, they can be quite funny or quite brutal over there. i don't know whether to admire them or be a-scared of them to tell ya the truth.
i found something cool that goes along with aiden and danny: "if you MESSER with fire, you'll get BURNed." (DnA are my #1 pairing i guess, because i just love love love aiden to pieces! i watch s1 and almost cry, wishing she were still on the show...)
anyway. most of the ladies over there at the TALKCSIFILES.COM boards dislike lindsay and want danny to hook up with flack. i'm not usually into man-on-man action, but i dunno, flack and danny together doesn't seem so wrong...
there is a pic in the THREE MUSKATEERS thread of hawkes, danny, and flack. it is photoshopped, but who cares? it is soooo sexy. they are all dressed in suits, danny in the middle, looking right at ya, wearin' a pimp hat to boot. ;o makes me wanna do naughty things...
sorry.
well, there ya have it:
TEH PIMP DOCTOR
THE KINKA-POODLE
& THE JACK-HAMMER!!!
YUM-O!
and this came from FAYLINN at the talkcsifiles.com board:
Hawkes is surely still the man in charge--The Good Doctor who, with the use of his awesome pimp cane can transform into Teh Pimp Doctor, director of all porny activity with these here boys. Then there's the Jackhammer, second in command to teh Pimp Doctor, occasional bouncer (retired now that Mac has been allowed to join in the fun), and (overly-)protective of the Kinkapoodle. The Kinkapoodle, meanwhile, is, well...he's the Kinkapoodle. Don't ask questions and Hawkes won't have to hit you with teh pimp cane.
the issue remains: if Adam is the new interloper, how will he interact with our boys? And, perhaps more importantly...what is his wicked-cool moniker? Is he the Mad Scientist, or perhaps the Lab Animal (in a purely kinky sense, of course)
this is just something i really liked when i read the suggestion from another poster:
and mac?
the Screamin' Mac Attack
--mandy--
i can't stand the thought of danny and lindsay actually having sex. what the heck is that nonsense all about anyway?
who could i see danny messer having sex with, if not lindsay?
--angell
--aiden
--flack
just to name a few...
hell, even stella might pass as a suitable "fuck buddy" for lil danny messer, but NOT lindsay!!!
ok. i'm done ranting about my hate for lindsay. on to something more pleasurable. i've been reading the posts in TALKCSIFILES.COM and let me tell ya, they can be quite funny or quite brutal over there. i don't know whether to admire them or be a-scared of them to tell ya the truth.
i found something cool that goes along with aiden and danny: "if you MESSER with fire, you'll get BURNed." (DnA are my #1 pairing i guess, because i just love love love aiden to pieces! i watch s1 and almost cry, wishing she were still on the show...)
anyway. most of the ladies over there at the TALKCSIFILES.COM boards dislike lindsay and want danny to hook up with flack. i'm not usually into man-on-man action, but i dunno, flack and danny together doesn't seem so wrong...
there is a pic in the THREE MUSKATEERS thread of hawkes, danny, and flack. it is photoshopped, but who cares? it is soooo sexy. they are all dressed in suits, danny in the middle, looking right at ya, wearin' a pimp hat to boot. ;o makes me wanna do naughty things...
sorry.
well, there ya have it:
TEH PIMP DOCTOR
THE KINKA-POODLE
& THE JACK-HAMMER!!!
YUM-O!
and this came from FAYLINN at the talkcsifiles.com board:
Hawkes is surely still the man in charge--The Good Doctor who, with the use of his awesome pimp cane can transform into Teh Pimp Doctor, director of all porny activity with these here boys. Then there's the Jackhammer, second in command to teh Pimp Doctor, occasional bouncer (retired now that Mac has been allowed to join in the fun), and (overly-)protective of the Kinkapoodle. The Kinkapoodle, meanwhile, is, well...he's the Kinkapoodle. Don't ask questions and Hawkes won't have to hit you with teh pimp cane.
the issue remains: if Adam is the new interloper, how will he interact with our boys? And, perhaps more importantly...what is his wicked-cool moniker? Is he the Mad Scientist, or perhaps the Lab Animal (in a purely kinky sense, of course)
this is just something i really liked when i read the suggestion from another poster:
and mac?
the Screamin' Mac Attack
--mandy--
3.24.2007
SIGNS YOU ARE WATCHIN' WAY TOO MUCH CSI
i saw this on the csifiles.com website: SIGNS YOU ARE WATCHING WAY TOO MUCH CSI:NY well, my version has to do with both csi: ny & csi: miami. (i know this blog is dedicated to CARMINE DOMINICK GIOVINAZZO) but let's have some fun with miami, too, guys. (they are mentioned in my fic, after all)
for me, the signs are as follow:
1. for no reason at all, i just randomly shout: "SINISE!"
2. i find myself saying: "caruso, you sly dog, you."
3. i quote danny messer A LOT!!!
--how ya doin'???
--my favorite wine is beer...
--hey, montana!
--BOOM!!!
--nice...
--take this to jane in DNA (cracks whip) NOW!
4. i lick my lips more than i did before, then scold myself for doing it, cos danny and flack do it, and i find them sexy when they do it, does not mean anyone would find it sexy on me...
5. every time i see something going on that looks fishy, my detective instincts kick-in on over-drive and i start wanting to solve crimes around the house, town, neighborhood--ya name it.
6. i know both NY and MIAMI theme songs by heart.
7. everytime i hear MONTANA, i think about danny's nickname for linday and it always bring a smile to my face. (if he gave me a nickname, i would not bitch about it, though.)
8. i'm terrified to buy second-hand clothing after watching the wedding episode from s1. (now that's brainwashing, huh?)
9. i reference everything back to CSI: NY or MIAMI.
10. i say "mr. wolfe" just cos i like the way it rolls off the tongue
11. i wanna be like emily proctor (calleigh from MIAMI), she's sooo cool.
12. i bite my bottom lip more than anyone should ever do. again, it's only sexy when flack or danny do it!
13. i think horatio caine and mac taylor should be one man. dude, they're awesome together in those cross-overs! (horatio with his compassion; mac with his calm wisdom)
14. i wanna go to nyc just to see the action of the csi crime lab, not for the sight seeing.
15. i refer to myself as michelle beaucoup, csi.
16. i read way too much csi: ny fanfiction and i download way too many youtube videos of danny messer.
17. i look for more than meets the eye in certain situations, just because mac taylor says to.
18. i hold my flash light like they do on CSI.
19. SMACked, DnA, D/L, M&M and D/F actually means something to me.
20. i think new york accents are sexy... did i just admit to that??? i did...
for me, the signs are as follow:
1. for no reason at all, i just randomly shout: "SINISE!"
2. i find myself saying: "caruso, you sly dog, you."
3. i quote danny messer A LOT!!!
--how ya doin'???
--my favorite wine is beer...
--hey, montana!
--BOOM!!!
--nice...
--take this to jane in DNA (cracks whip) NOW!
4. i lick my lips more than i did before, then scold myself for doing it, cos danny and flack do it, and i find them sexy when they do it, does not mean anyone would find it sexy on me...
5. every time i see something going on that looks fishy, my detective instincts kick-in on over-drive and i start wanting to solve crimes around the house, town, neighborhood--ya name it.
6. i know both NY and MIAMI theme songs by heart.
7. everytime i hear MONTANA, i think about danny's nickname for linday and it always bring a smile to my face. (if he gave me a nickname, i would not bitch about it, though.)
8. i'm terrified to buy second-hand clothing after watching the wedding episode from s1. (now that's brainwashing, huh?)
9. i reference everything back to CSI: NY or MIAMI.
10. i say "mr. wolfe" just cos i like the way it rolls off the tongue
11. i wanna be like emily proctor (calleigh from MIAMI), she's sooo cool.
12. i bite my bottom lip more than anyone should ever do. again, it's only sexy when flack or danny do it!
13. i think horatio caine and mac taylor should be one man. dude, they're awesome together in those cross-overs! (horatio with his compassion; mac with his calm wisdom)
14. i wanna go to nyc just to see the action of the csi crime lab, not for the sight seeing.
15. i refer to myself as michelle beaucoup, csi.
16. i read way too much csi: ny fanfiction and i download way too many youtube videos of danny messer.
17. i look for more than meets the eye in certain situations, just because mac taylor says to.
18. i hold my flash light like they do on CSI.
19. SMACked, DnA, D/L, M&M and D/F actually means something to me.
20. i think new york accents are sexy... did i just admit to that??? i did...
COMMENT... PULEEZ!
ok.
so, that was chapter 6.
did ya'll like it???
i hope so.
i love the character of abby donovan, don't ya'll???
she's such a big flirt. ;O
she's flirtin' with wolfe...
she's flirtin' with delko...
she's flirtin' with danny... so we're told...
the girl loves to flirt!!! ;)
i wish someone would read my lil blog and tell me what'cha think about it. i need feedback. i would totally love some feedback. maybe i should post on fanfic.net i dunno. i love to write, but i'm not sure if i could handle their kinda criticism, ya know?
so, that was chapter 6.
did ya'll like it???
i hope so.
i love the character of abby donovan, don't ya'll???
she's such a big flirt. ;O
she's flirtin' with wolfe...
she's flirtin' with delko...
she's flirtin' with danny... so we're told...
the girl loves to flirt!!! ;)
i wish someone would read my lil blog and tell me what'cha think about it. i need feedback. i would totally love some feedback. maybe i should post on fanfic.net i dunno. i love to write, but i'm not sure if i could handle their kinda criticism, ya know?
After he was gone, Abby shook her head at how he was acting. Usually Delko was so sure of himself, but when it came to her, he was like a little kid wanting a cookie but knowing he couldn't have it. She thought it was adorable. He was always trying to be the tough guy, but when he was around Abby he let his guard down and just became the sweet sensitive Eric Delko--not the Detective man that pushed everyone away and only focused on the task at hand.
Abby went back to sifting through her files. She needed to focus or else, the next two weeks would creep up on her and she would have nothing done. She needed this done before her transfer. She would miss everyone, but she couldn't think about that now. If she thought about everyone and how much she was going to miss them, she would start crying. And Abby did not want to cry. Not now. Not infront of everyone. She wanted them to see the strong Abby Donovan. The one that did her job and did it to the best of her ability without breaking down in the middle of a sentence to feel.
Because if she let herself feel--she would let herself cry--and if she let herself cry--she would let herself think--and if she let herself think--she would never walk out that door--and if she never walked out that door--she would never get on that plane--and if she never got on that plane--she would never go to New York--and she didn't go to New York--she would not get to work under Mac Taylor--and if she did not work under Mac Taylor--she would not see Danny--and if she didn't see Danny--she would never be truly happy--and if she was never happy--she would never live--and if she never lived--she should have been the girl who had gotten shot that spring day and not her sister Jescyka, who would never have let her fears and uncertainties dictate her choices.
Abby went back to sifting through her files. She needed to focus or else, the next two weeks would creep up on her and she would have nothing done. She needed this done before her transfer. She would miss everyone, but she couldn't think about that now. If she thought about everyone and how much she was going to miss them, she would start crying. And Abby did not want to cry. Not now. Not infront of everyone. She wanted them to see the strong Abby Donovan. The one that did her job and did it to the best of her ability without breaking down in the middle of a sentence to feel.
Because if she let herself feel--she would let herself cry--and if she let herself cry--she would let herself think--and if she let herself think--she would never walk out that door--and if she never walked out that door--she would never get on that plane--and if she never got on that plane--she would never go to New York--and she didn't go to New York--she would not get to work under Mac Taylor--and if she did not work under Mac Taylor--she would not see Danny--and if she didn't see Danny--she would never be truly happy--and if she was never happy--she would never live--and if she never lived--she should have been the girl who had gotten shot that spring day and not her sister Jescyka, who would never have let her fears and uncertainties dictate her choices.
"You'll be an asset," he continued.
"I don't know about that," Abby chuckled as she pulled a file out to examine it a little closer.
"You know you're good, Donovan. Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Abby asked, playing along. She knew it was wrong, but she liked it when men complimented her.
Delko grinned. "You know what I'm talking about. You put yourself down--underestimate yourself. You're good at your job, but you want us to believe you don't feel the same way."
Abby bit at her bottom lip. "Ok. Want the truth?"
Delko nodded.
"I'm excited about this. I just don't wanna get my hopes up, ya know? Because I'm afraid if I get my hopes up, then it'll all just crash and burn. I want to do good in New York," Abby sighed.
"You'll do good."
"I wanna do better than good."
"You'll do better than good."
"You think?" she asked.
"I know."
"How do you know?" Abby pushed.
"I just do."
"You lie," she smiled, playfully.
"I'm not lyin'," Delko grinned, shyly.
Abby nodded. "Think so?"
"Quit fishin' for a compliment, Donovan. You know you're the best."
"I don't know about that--"
"You lie," Delko countered.
"I'm gonna miss you."
"Me, too," he told her softly.
Abby held his eye for a moment. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm a lil misty eyed here. What'd you think?"
"That's not what I meant. Are you ok after--ya know?" she whispered.
"I'm ok. Don't be like Ryan. He drives me crazy with all the questions. I love the kid, but he can ask a lot of questions," Delko told her.
"He's a CSI. We're taught to ask a lot of questions."
Delko snickered.
"Eric?"
"Yeah?"
"You ok?"
Delko nodded slowly as he pushed his hands into his pockets. "I'm ok. I'm learning how to deal."
"You look good."
"That a subtle attempt at flirting, Abby?" Delko grinned.
Abby blushed. She felt the red moving through her face. "Who me? Flirt with such a fine ladies man like yourself?"
Delko shook his head with an unmistakle twinkle in his eyes. "I ain't a ladies man. I just like ladies."
"Aw, I get it." Abby nodded. "But you do look good, Delko. I just hate that I'm leavin' and not gettin' to see you recover completely."
"I'll keep you posted. Promise."
"Appreciate that."
They were silent for a moment. Abby sifting through her files and Delko standing in the door, leaned back, staring at nothing in particular on the far wall.
"I gotta go now."
"Ok," Abby smiled.
"If you feel the need to tell anyone bye... Please, do not hesitate to come looking for me," Delko told her with a grin.
"I'll remember that." Delko gave her a wink then turned to leave.
"I don't know about that," Abby chuckled as she pulled a file out to examine it a little closer.
"You know you're good, Donovan. Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Abby asked, playing along. She knew it was wrong, but she liked it when men complimented her.
Delko grinned. "You know what I'm talking about. You put yourself down--underestimate yourself. You're good at your job, but you want us to believe you don't feel the same way."
Abby bit at her bottom lip. "Ok. Want the truth?"
Delko nodded.
"I'm excited about this. I just don't wanna get my hopes up, ya know? Because I'm afraid if I get my hopes up, then it'll all just crash and burn. I want to do good in New York," Abby sighed.
"You'll do good."
"I wanna do better than good."
"You'll do better than good."
"You think?" she asked.
"I know."
"How do you know?" Abby pushed.
"I just do."
"You lie," she smiled, playfully.
"I'm not lyin'," Delko grinned, shyly.
Abby nodded. "Think so?"
"Quit fishin' for a compliment, Donovan. You know you're the best."
"I don't know about that--"
"You lie," Delko countered.
"I'm gonna miss you."
"Me, too," he told her softly.
Abby held his eye for a moment. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm a lil misty eyed here. What'd you think?"
"That's not what I meant. Are you ok after--ya know?" she whispered.
"I'm ok. Don't be like Ryan. He drives me crazy with all the questions. I love the kid, but he can ask a lot of questions," Delko told her.
"He's a CSI. We're taught to ask a lot of questions."
Delko snickered.
"Eric?"
"Yeah?"
"You ok?"
Delko nodded slowly as he pushed his hands into his pockets. "I'm ok. I'm learning how to deal."
"You look good."
"That a subtle attempt at flirting, Abby?" Delko grinned.
Abby blushed. She felt the red moving through her face. "Who me? Flirt with such a fine ladies man like yourself?"
Delko shook his head with an unmistakle twinkle in his eyes. "I ain't a ladies man. I just like ladies."
"Aw, I get it." Abby nodded. "But you do look good, Delko. I just hate that I'm leavin' and not gettin' to see you recover completely."
"I'll keep you posted. Promise."
"Appreciate that."
They were silent for a moment. Abby sifting through her files and Delko standing in the door, leaned back, staring at nothing in particular on the far wall.
"I gotta go now."
"Ok," Abby smiled.
"If you feel the need to tell anyone bye... Please, do not hesitate to come looking for me," Delko told her with a grin.
"I'll remember that." Delko gave her a wink then turned to leave.
"Heard about New York," Delko smiled at her.
"Yeah," Abby smiled back, glancing up for a second, as she sifted through the files.
"Good for you."
"Who told ya?" Abby asked, not glancing up this time.
"Wolfe."
Abby nodded.
"So, you told Wolfe, but not me?"
"You sound disappointed. Want me to go rough him up a bit?" Abby grinned as she glanced up at him.
"No need." Delko bit his bottom lip. "You tell him bye?"
"Who, Wolfe?"
"Yeah, Wolfe."
"No. I didn't tell Wolfe bye. I didn't tell Calleigh or Natalia or Cooper or Frank or Alexx or Horatio bye either."
"I just thought--"
"What? That I intentionally by-passed you or something?" Abby asked, turning to him.
Delko nodded.
"Hey, I would never do that. You know how much you mean to me. We've been through hell and high-water together. Trust me, if I was going to tell anyone bye, it would be you or Calleigh." Abby meant it, too. He and Calleigh were the two that knew her the best of the entire team.
"Good." Delko whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear.
Abby turned back to her files.
"Yeah," Abby smiled back, glancing up for a second, as she sifted through the files.
"Good for you."
"Who told ya?" Abby asked, not glancing up this time.
"Wolfe."
Abby nodded.
"So, you told Wolfe, but not me?"
"You sound disappointed. Want me to go rough him up a bit?" Abby grinned as she glanced up at him.
"No need." Delko bit his bottom lip. "You tell him bye?"
"Who, Wolfe?"
"Yeah, Wolfe."
"No. I didn't tell Wolfe bye. I didn't tell Calleigh or Natalia or Cooper or Frank or Alexx or Horatio bye either."
"I just thought--"
"What? That I intentionally by-passed you or something?" Abby asked, turning to him.
Delko nodded.
"Hey, I would never do that. You know how much you mean to me. We've been through hell and high-water together. Trust me, if I was going to tell anyone bye, it would be you or Calleigh." Abby meant it, too. He and Calleigh were the two that knew her the best of the entire team.
"Good." Delko whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear.
Abby turned back to her files.
CH 6
Abby stood on tip-toe, reaching high over her head.
Being kind of short usually worked for Abby--easy to squeeze her way through small spaces, if need be--but sometimes it could work more against her than in her favor. This was especially true when her filing cabinet was taller than she was. Abby cursed at herself for being short. She was stretching so far, that she almost fell forward on her face.
"Need a foot?" came a familiar hispanic sounding voice from behind.
Abby smiled at the lame joke before turning. The voice--and the joke--belonged to the one and only Eric Delko with his tan skin and those beautiful eyes lashes. She stepped aside and let the handsome CSI "help a damsel in distress."
"Thanks," Abby spoke softly, subconciously brushing a piece of her dark hair back from her eyes.
Delko pulled the cabinet out and set it down on Abby's desk. He was doing good, Abby mused as he moved around the desk. When he passed by her, she noticed his cologne. It smelled nice. He looked a little distracted in his eyes, but for the most part, Delko was becoming more and more like him old self by the minute. It had only been a few months since he'd been shot in the line of duty. Everything was a blur to him, but he was strong and he was doing his best to be normal again. She knew that all Delko wanted was to be treated like a normal person, he needed that in order to heal. He moved over to the door where he had been only moments before. He shifted awkwardly in place, like he had something on his mind.
Abby turned to the file cabinet. She wanted to clear everything out before she thought too much about it. She would store these files in a locker that Horatio would have access to. She would make copies for herself, and have them sent to New York with the rest of her belongings later. She would only take the ones labled: UNSOLVED or COPY-CAT strictly for reference purposes.
Being kind of short usually worked for Abby--easy to squeeze her way through small spaces, if need be--but sometimes it could work more against her than in her favor. This was especially true when her filing cabinet was taller than she was. Abby cursed at herself for being short. She was stretching so far, that she almost fell forward on her face.
"Need a foot?" came a familiar hispanic sounding voice from behind.
Abby smiled at the lame joke before turning. The voice--and the joke--belonged to the one and only Eric Delko with his tan skin and those beautiful eyes lashes. She stepped aside and let the handsome CSI "help a damsel in distress."
"Thanks," Abby spoke softly, subconciously brushing a piece of her dark hair back from her eyes.
Delko pulled the cabinet out and set it down on Abby's desk. He was doing good, Abby mused as he moved around the desk. When he passed by her, she noticed his cologne. It smelled nice. He looked a little distracted in his eyes, but for the most part, Delko was becoming more and more like him old self by the minute. It had only been a few months since he'd been shot in the line of duty. Everything was a blur to him, but he was strong and he was doing his best to be normal again. She knew that all Delko wanted was to be treated like a normal person, he needed that in order to heal. He moved over to the door where he had been only moments before. He shifted awkwardly in place, like he had something on his mind.
Abby turned to the file cabinet. She wanted to clear everything out before she thought too much about it. She would store these files in a locker that Horatio would have access to. She would make copies for herself, and have them sent to New York with the rest of her belongings later. She would only take the ones labled: UNSOLVED or COPY-CAT strictly for reference purposes.
3.23.2007
CARMINE FACTS
Birth Place: Staten Island, NY
Date of Birth / Zodiac Sign: August 24, 1973, Virgo
Profession: Actor
Carmine Giovinazzo Fast Facts:
*Injured his back while playing college baseball, ending his aspirations of a pro career.
*Solicited advice from his father, sister and brother-in-law for his role on CSI: NY since they all worked in law enforcement.
*Appeared on all three CSI series.
*Contributes to Los Angeles Dodgers' charities, particularly inner-city programs.
*Named one of TV's Sexiest Men by TV GUIDE in 2006.
Carmine Giovinazzo Relationships:
Alise Giovinazzo - Sister
Dominick Giovinazzo - Father
Nancy Giovinazzo - Mother
College:
Attended Wagner College, Staten Island, NY
info from tvguide.com
Date of Birth / Zodiac Sign: August 24, 1973, Virgo
Profession: Actor
Carmine Giovinazzo Fast Facts:
*Injured his back while playing college baseball, ending his aspirations of a pro career.
*Solicited advice from his father, sister and brother-in-law for his role on CSI: NY since they all worked in law enforcement.
*Appeared on all three CSI series.
*Contributes to Los Angeles Dodgers' charities, particularly inner-city programs.
*Named one of TV's Sexiest Men by TV GUIDE in 2006.
Carmine Giovinazzo Relationships:
Alise Giovinazzo - Sister
Dominick Giovinazzo - Father
Nancy Giovinazzo - Mother
College:
Attended Wagner College, Staten Island, NY
info from tvguide.com
CARMINE TRIVIA
He can't drink caffeine.
The glasses that Carmine's character Danny wears on CSI: NY are prescription as Carmine himself is required to wear corrective lenses due to near-sightedness. In real life, Carmine often wears contact lenses rather than his glasses.
Carmine was one of People Magazine's Sexiest Men Alive, 2006. He was named "Sexiest DNA Dude"
Oh, he is absolutely the "Sexiest DNA Dude"
His middle name is Dominick.
Chicago Sun-Times readers were asked which TV heart throbs make them swoon and do anything on earth just to catch them on the small screen each week. CSI:NY’s Carmine Giovinazzo made the list of “TV boyfriends.”
Carmine was named the Hot Guy from CSI:NY by TV Guide Magazine in 2006.
Carmine rides a Harley.
Carmine was aspiring to become a professional baseball player before he suffered a back injury in college.
When Carmine Giovinazzo read for the part of Danny Messer he was given the wrong Sides! (Sides are part of a script of the script.)
Anthony E. Zuiker had forgotten that Carmine Giovinazzo had done an episode of CSI!
His favorite baseball team is the New York Mets. (edit)
He plays the guitar.
His favorite bands include Pixies, Velvet Underground, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, and Mean Streets.
He cites filmmaker/actor John Cassavetes as an influence.
He did a bit of acting as a child.
Although most of his family are cops he never wanted to be a cop.
Carmine is listed as one of "T.V's Sexiest Men" for 2006.
He has a tattoo on his right shoulder.
Played at Yankee Stadium twice during his senior year of high school.
He was voted one of the "Sexiest Men Alive" by People magazine in 2005.
Worked with CSI: NY co-star Melina Kanakaredes on an episode of Providence.
Most of his family are police officers.
He is 5' 9" (1.75 m).
Carmine Giovinazzo is one of the few actors to appear on all three "CSI" series. He made a guest appearance in the Vegas "CSI" second season episode "Revenge is Best Served Cold," his character was introduced in the Miami cross-over episode "MIA/NYC Nonstop," and is a series regular on NY.
One of Carmine Giovinazzo's paintings appeared in an episode of CSI: NY
The glasses that Carmine's character Danny wears on CSI: NY are prescription as Carmine himself is required to wear corrective lenses due to near-sightedness. In real life, Carmine often wears contact lenses rather than his glasses.
Carmine was one of People Magazine's Sexiest Men Alive, 2006. He was named "Sexiest DNA Dude"
Oh, he is absolutely the "Sexiest DNA Dude"
His middle name is Dominick.
Chicago Sun-Times readers were asked which TV heart throbs make them swoon and do anything on earth just to catch them on the small screen each week. CSI:NY’s Carmine Giovinazzo made the list of “TV boyfriends.”
Carmine was named the Hot Guy from CSI:NY by TV Guide Magazine in 2006.
Carmine rides a Harley.
Carmine was aspiring to become a professional baseball player before he suffered a back injury in college.
When Carmine Giovinazzo read for the part of Danny Messer he was given the wrong Sides! (Sides are part of a script of the script.)
Anthony E. Zuiker had forgotten that Carmine Giovinazzo had done an episode of CSI!
His favorite baseball team is the New York Mets. (edit)
He plays the guitar.
His favorite bands include Pixies, Velvet Underground, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, and Mean Streets.
He cites filmmaker/actor John Cassavetes as an influence.
He did a bit of acting as a child.
Although most of his family are cops he never wanted to be a cop.
Carmine is listed as one of "T.V's Sexiest Men" for 2006.
He has a tattoo on his right shoulder.
Played at Yankee Stadium twice during his senior year of high school.
He was voted one of the "Sexiest Men Alive" by People magazine in 2005.
Worked with CSI: NY co-star Melina Kanakaredes on an episode of Providence.
Most of his family are police officers.
He is 5' 9" (1.75 m).
Carmine Giovinazzo is one of the few actors to appear on all three "CSI" series. He made a guest appearance in the Vegas "CSI" second season episode "Revenge is Best Served Cold," his character was introduced in the Miami cross-over episode "MIA/NYC Nonstop," and is a series regular on NY.
One of Carmine Giovinazzo's paintings appeared in an episode of CSI: NY
SHASTA McNASTY :()
if you are a CARMINE GIOVINAZZO fan, well, then you know all about SHASTA McNASTY. sadly, i didn't watch the show when it came on, because i did not get UPN at that time. (actually, i never got UPN, but during college, they did have the shows on channel 12 after midnight... that's how i found VERONICA MARS and GIRLFRIENDS and ONE ON ONE, but none of that is relevent to carmine or my love for him!) anyway, it seems to be a loved (and missed) show from the 90's. and from what i've seen of it from youtube.com, it does seem to be quite funny. :)
so, if you love carmine and you love to laugh, run to youtube.com right now and watch the clips from SHASTA McNASTY!
here's what's up in case you have never seen SHASTA McNASTY or just have no idea what i'm talking about here:
Shasta
Tuesdays 8:30 PM ET (UPN)
Cast:
Carmine Giovinazzo as Scott
Dale Godboldo as Randy
Jake Busey as Dennis
PREMIERE: 09/30/1999
FINALE: 06/13/2000
CATEGORY: Comedy
PRODUCTION: Columbia TriStar Television
PREMISE:
Three men and a turntable. . . Hip hop crew digs the high life but don't have the ambition to become more than local heroes. The Cast: Jake Busey stars, with Carmine Giovinazzo as Scott and Dale Godboldo as Randy.
BACKGROUND:
Executive producer Neal Moritz has his fingers on the pulse of young America, or at least in a sizeable slice of the teen movie pie: he produced "Cruel Intentions" and "I Know What You Did Last Summer."
so, if you love carmine and you love to laugh, run to youtube.com right now and watch the clips from SHASTA McNASTY!
here's what's up in case you have never seen SHASTA McNASTY or just have no idea what i'm talking about here:
Shasta
Tuesdays 8:30 PM ET (UPN)
Cast:
Carmine Giovinazzo as Scott
Dale Godboldo as Randy
Jake Busey as Dennis
PREMIERE: 09/30/1999
FINALE: 06/13/2000
CATEGORY: Comedy
PRODUCTION: Columbia TriStar Television
PREMISE:
Three men and a turntable. . . Hip hop crew digs the high life but don't have the ambition to become more than local heroes. The Cast: Jake Busey stars, with Carmine Giovinazzo as Scott and Dale Godboldo as Randy.
BACKGROUND:
Executive producer Neal Moritz has his fingers on the pulse of young America, or at least in a sizeable slice of the teen movie pie: he produced "Cruel Intentions" and "I Know What You Did Last Summer."
CARMINE GIOVINAZZO QUOTES
Carmine Giovinazzo: I'm just a tea guy, if it's a rainy day, I'm just gonna stay in, I like tea.
Carmine Giovinazzo: Even though I played college basketball, I'm not Johnny Sports Talker. But there's something hot about a girl at a game with a hat on just sitting there enjoying it.
Carmine Giovinazzo: (On what drew him to his CSI: NY character Danny Messer) When the character came through, it was first and foremost being a native New Yorker. You'd be surprised how rarely those parts come along for me. When that came through, it was very exciting to see it. I couldn't wait to meet for it after I saw the character description. You're rarely in a position to pick and choose [roles]. I was up for a couple things around that time, so I was just looking for a job and this one was the most appropriate.
Carmine Giovinazzo: Most of my family are cops and I've talked to them about things in the beginning, questions I might have had [about] the way things are done and how to approach certain suspects during an interrogation--things like that.
Carmine Giovinazzo: (The biggest change since getting the role of Danny on CSI: NY) The fact that I'm now waking up in the morning, putting on a suit and tie and grabbing the briefcase and going to work. That lifestyle--that's probably the biggest change I'm adjusting to. It's kind of a claustrophobic feeling for me, the idea of committing to [that lifestyle]. It's not even 9-5 when you're working [on a television show]; it's 6am to 6 at night, or 9am to 9 or 10 at night. So that's the biggest adjustment. There's a grind and it's a lot of waiting--sure, you get a day off here and there--but I have to be here [on set]. Then beyond that, there's delivering this kind of material, which is a real challenge itself, this style of acting, which is its own entity. For the most part, it's just the challenge of the schedule.
Carmine Giovinazzo: (About his character Danny in CSI: NY) Danny and I have just enough in common... we're very similar and also extremely different.
Carmine Giovinazzo: I've been drawing since I was a kid... I'm inspired by you and everybody else... The differences between all of us and where we come from... there's so much to be inspired by it could be anything... I did have a show in LA... in 97... but since I've only been painting sporadically... so I'm waiting for enough output before having a show.
Carmine Giovinazzo: I'm trying to figure out how to have balance rather than work, work, work.
Carmine Giovinazzo: Even though I played college basketball, I'm not Johnny Sports Talker. But there's something hot about a girl at a game with a hat on just sitting there enjoying it.
Carmine Giovinazzo: (On what drew him to his CSI: NY character Danny Messer) When the character came through, it was first and foremost being a native New Yorker. You'd be surprised how rarely those parts come along for me. When that came through, it was very exciting to see it. I couldn't wait to meet for it after I saw the character description. You're rarely in a position to pick and choose [roles]. I was up for a couple things around that time, so I was just looking for a job and this one was the most appropriate.
Carmine Giovinazzo: Most of my family are cops and I've talked to them about things in the beginning, questions I might have had [about] the way things are done and how to approach certain suspects during an interrogation--things like that.
Carmine Giovinazzo: (The biggest change since getting the role of Danny on CSI: NY) The fact that I'm now waking up in the morning, putting on a suit and tie and grabbing the briefcase and going to work. That lifestyle--that's probably the biggest change I'm adjusting to. It's kind of a claustrophobic feeling for me, the idea of committing to [that lifestyle]. It's not even 9-5 when you're working [on a television show]; it's 6am to 6 at night, or 9am to 9 or 10 at night. So that's the biggest adjustment. There's a grind and it's a lot of waiting--sure, you get a day off here and there--but I have to be here [on set]. Then beyond that, there's delivering this kind of material, which is a real challenge itself, this style of acting, which is its own entity. For the most part, it's just the challenge of the schedule.
Carmine Giovinazzo: (About his character Danny in CSI: NY) Danny and I have just enough in common... we're very similar and also extremely different.
Carmine Giovinazzo: I've been drawing since I was a kid... I'm inspired by you and everybody else... The differences between all of us and where we come from... there's so much to be inspired by it could be anything... I did have a show in LA... in 97... but since I've only been painting sporadically... so I'm waiting for enough output before having a show.
Carmine Giovinazzo: I'm trying to figure out how to have balance rather than work, work, work.
DREAMIN' ABOUT CARMINE SEX CANDY... YUM!
ok, usually i don't dream about famous people (unless ya count my numerous dreams about dog the bounty hunter... don't ask!) anyway, i usually dream about my old elementary skool and old friends from when i was in junior high, but last night--er--sometime this morning, i had an awesome dream about our favorite csi. sadly, he wasn't danny messer in my dream, he was carmine giovinazzo and this might actually be the better of the two, because not only do ya have sexy carmine, but he could totally dress like a cop and go into character as danny messer. oh, the possiblities! anyway, on to the dream:
***p.s. eddie cahill and melina (can't spell her last name) make cameos. :)
so, i was walking down some kinda board-walk and i was shopping with my mom (i think) and all of a sudden i feel extremely thirsty. so, i am in search of something cold and tastey to drink. (i like to have drinks in real life when i'm at a store or just walking around aimlessly, i don't know why for sure, but i get thirsty in public places very easy) anyway. so, i see this icee place just up ahead and i'm like: "yay! icee place just ahead!" i go up to it, and i am thinking: "ok. not open. bummer." then, i see that someone is in the place and that there are customers on the other side. i decide to stand there and wait for the guy to see me. (i tend to do this in real life, too. just stand around til someone notices me) i see the different flavors and one called vodka piques my interest. i want that drink! when the guy comes over to me to take my order, i notice who he is for the first time. EDDIE CAHILL! i'm like: "whoa! you're eddie cahill." he doesn't seem too surprised by reaction. he just smiles and asks me what i would like. i dunno if i actually get my drink--maybe--maybe not--but who the hell cares??? it's freakin' eddie cahill!!! ;)
so, the next thing i know, i'm inside a house (and so is the person who was with me--my mom, i still think) with eddie cahill. he is talking to me about something, but i'm not sure what. maybe he's explaining to me why he's working on a board-walk icee shop, i dunno. or maybe he's explaining to me why flack wears all those hideous ties, i dunno. anyway, i'm sitting there, with eddie cahill, and i think he mentions that carmine is in the back. suddenly i have to pee! (he he) so, i head to the back.
in the kitchen, there he is! sexy carmine giovinazzo as i live and breath (in my dreams) and he is mixing something in a bowl. i stop and look at him for a moment. he looks back at me, grins, still stirring whatever he has inside that darn bowl of his. then, he asks: "want to try this?" (in real life, i wouldn't try something that i don't recognize and is being made by a guy... i don't trust guys cooking very much... not sure why) anyway, i say: "sure." (feeling all tingly inside, i'm sure, cos it's freakin' carmine giovinazzo! swoon...) he steps toward me and dips out some of the concoction with a huge wooden spoon (metaphor perhaps...) and gives me a bite. i get some of it on my lip. by this time, i am next to the stove and he is where i was only moments earlier. i reach up and start to wipe it off my lip, but decide not to. he's like: "good?" and grins real big at me. i go: "very good." then, i say: "come here." and he steps toward me. i still have the stuff on my lip and i reach over and pull him to me. WE KISS!!! when we pull away, he's like: "that is good." :) :) :) and we just kinda grin at one another for a few minutes.
the next thing i know, we're headed to the back of the house. we go into the bathroom. i don't see carmine during this part, but i'm sure he's with me. and i think we have sex in the bathroom. that's kinda weird, i guess, but sex with carmine would be great no matter where it takes place. ;)
i leave the bathroom and go back to the front. no one seems to have missed me. i guess this is a regular occurance when it comes to carmine giovinazzo! i sit down with the person i came in with (still thinkin' it's my mom) then, the door opens. a girl walks in--a pretty girl--who's name is kelcy. she looks pissed off. she looks at eddie cahill and is like: "where the hell is carmine??? i'm gonna strangle him!" turns out kelcy is carmine's girlfriend. i look at my companion and say: "time to go!" we leave.
next thing i know, i'm on a bus--a tour bus. melina (still can't spell her last name) is driving. apparently, we are going on a tour to see famous people. i dunno. i am sitting beside an old friend of mine named jessica. we have a lap top and we are doing a google search for this kelcy girl who claims she is carmine's girlfriend. no luck on finding any info, though. then, something is said about me being pregnant! could i be having carmine's baby??? that would be so cool... ;)
next thing i know, we are lost. melina (sorry, still don't know how to spell her last name) stops the bus and gets out and asks this girl who is standing on the side of the street for directions. the girl doesn't know anything about anything and we are parked between a huge rickity looking mansion that ya just know is haunted and an old cemetary--way creepy! and like something out of a horror movie, we decide to take refuge inside the haunted house.
weird things start going on from here. i think i might see carmine and others from tv and maybe even kelcy a few more times, but i can't get close enough to talk to anyone. i am basically alone and this is scary, but there's just nothing i can do about it. then, my dad wakes me up.
darn it! i wanted to finish that dream... i wanted to know if i really did sleep with carmine giovinazzo and i wanted to know if i was really pregnant with his baby and i wanted to know who the heck kelcy was! but, alas, i shall never ever know...
--mandy--
***p.s. eddie cahill and melina (can't spell her last name) make cameos. :)
so, i was walking down some kinda board-walk and i was shopping with my mom (i think) and all of a sudden i feel extremely thirsty. so, i am in search of something cold and tastey to drink. (i like to have drinks in real life when i'm at a store or just walking around aimlessly, i don't know why for sure, but i get thirsty in public places very easy) anyway. so, i see this icee place just up ahead and i'm like: "yay! icee place just ahead!" i go up to it, and i am thinking: "ok. not open. bummer." then, i see that someone is in the place and that there are customers on the other side. i decide to stand there and wait for the guy to see me. (i tend to do this in real life, too. just stand around til someone notices me) i see the different flavors and one called vodka piques my interest. i want that drink! when the guy comes over to me to take my order, i notice who he is for the first time. EDDIE CAHILL! i'm like: "whoa! you're eddie cahill." he doesn't seem too surprised by reaction. he just smiles and asks me what i would like. i dunno if i actually get my drink--maybe--maybe not--but who the hell cares??? it's freakin' eddie cahill!!! ;)
so, the next thing i know, i'm inside a house (and so is the person who was with me--my mom, i still think) with eddie cahill. he is talking to me about something, but i'm not sure what. maybe he's explaining to me why he's working on a board-walk icee shop, i dunno. or maybe he's explaining to me why flack wears all those hideous ties, i dunno. anyway, i'm sitting there, with eddie cahill, and i think he mentions that carmine is in the back. suddenly i have to pee! (he he) so, i head to the back.
in the kitchen, there he is! sexy carmine giovinazzo as i live and breath (in my dreams) and he is mixing something in a bowl. i stop and look at him for a moment. he looks back at me, grins, still stirring whatever he has inside that darn bowl of his. then, he asks: "want to try this?" (in real life, i wouldn't try something that i don't recognize and is being made by a guy... i don't trust guys cooking very much... not sure why) anyway, i say: "sure." (feeling all tingly inside, i'm sure, cos it's freakin' carmine giovinazzo! swoon...) he steps toward me and dips out some of the concoction with a huge wooden spoon (metaphor perhaps...) and gives me a bite. i get some of it on my lip. by this time, i am next to the stove and he is where i was only moments earlier. i reach up and start to wipe it off my lip, but decide not to. he's like: "good?" and grins real big at me. i go: "very good." then, i say: "come here." and he steps toward me. i still have the stuff on my lip and i reach over and pull him to me. WE KISS!!! when we pull away, he's like: "that is good." :) :) :) and we just kinda grin at one another for a few minutes.
the next thing i know, we're headed to the back of the house. we go into the bathroom. i don't see carmine during this part, but i'm sure he's with me. and i think we have sex in the bathroom. that's kinda weird, i guess, but sex with carmine would be great no matter where it takes place. ;)
i leave the bathroom and go back to the front. no one seems to have missed me. i guess this is a regular occurance when it comes to carmine giovinazzo! i sit down with the person i came in with (still thinkin' it's my mom) then, the door opens. a girl walks in--a pretty girl--who's name is kelcy. she looks pissed off. she looks at eddie cahill and is like: "where the hell is carmine??? i'm gonna strangle him!" turns out kelcy is carmine's girlfriend. i look at my companion and say: "time to go!" we leave.
next thing i know, i'm on a bus--a tour bus. melina (still can't spell her last name) is driving. apparently, we are going on a tour to see famous people. i dunno. i am sitting beside an old friend of mine named jessica. we have a lap top and we are doing a google search for this kelcy girl who claims she is carmine's girlfriend. no luck on finding any info, though. then, something is said about me being pregnant! could i be having carmine's baby??? that would be so cool... ;)
next thing i know, we are lost. melina (sorry, still don't know how to spell her last name) stops the bus and gets out and asks this girl who is standing on the side of the street for directions. the girl doesn't know anything about anything and we are parked between a huge rickity looking mansion that ya just know is haunted and an old cemetary--way creepy! and like something out of a horror movie, we decide to take refuge inside the haunted house.
weird things start going on from here. i think i might see carmine and others from tv and maybe even kelcy a few more times, but i can't get close enough to talk to anyone. i am basically alone and this is scary, but there's just nothing i can do about it. then, my dad wakes me up.
darn it! i wanted to finish that dream... i wanted to know if i really did sleep with carmine giovinazzo and i wanted to know if i was really pregnant with his baby and i wanted to know who the heck kelcy was! but, alas, i shall never ever know...
--mandy--
3.22.2007
"This is important, Ms. Buckley. This is a homicide investigation. We need to find your son," Angell told her matter-of-factly.
She handed the photo back to Danny. "Pretty girl."
"She was murdered near the Hudson. Her mom's pretty broken up about it. I need to find the person who did this to her little girl. She needs closure," Danny told her, pleading in his eyes.
The woman nodded, taking another puff of her cigarette. "I don't know Bucky's friends. He's 21--ya know? What can you do? A kid like him wants to go out and stay at all hours, I can't control him. He's a grown man as far as the courts are concerned. All I can do is pray that he comes home. And if he doesn't--wait twenty four hours--and call the police. I don't have any say in what my own kid does anymore."
"So you don't know Chloe Phillips--are you sure?" Danny asked.
The woman shook her head. "Not a Chloe Phillips. Sorry."
"How 'bout Alice Langston? Know her?" Danny asked, his accent thick as he spoke.
Angell waited for the woman to resond. She looked thoughtful for a moment, but nothing.
"Alright. Any idea where your son might be? Got a job? A hang-out he likes? I'm sure you know something... Com'n. Me and Danny, here? We're not the bad guys," Angell spoke softly.
The woman's eyes glossed over for a moment. She might not have known where her son was exactly, but she had an inkling and it made her feel terrible to be the one that was about to turn him in to the NYPD. She moved the cigarette around for a moment, causing the smoke to trail behind it.
"I know a place. He likes to hang out there--good food. He worked there when he was in high school. The owner's name is Maurice; it's on 17th. He likes Bucky. Let's him crash there sometimes. Like a dad, I guess in some ways. Looks out for him. He might be there. I'm not certain, but he might be. And if he's not there... I can't help you any further," the woman told them, seriously.
"Thanks. This is a start," Danny told her.
Angell wasn't so sure the woman was telling them everything she knew. She told Danny this when they entered the elevator.
"Would you rat out your kid?" Danny asked.
"I guess not. But still, this is a homicide investigation. I mean, it's against the law to keep things from the cops that might be crucial in a case," Angell reminded him.
Danny chuckled. "I went through the Academy. I know."
"You think the kid's at the shop?" Angell asked, feeling like she had on the ride up.
"Let's hope so."
"You gonna talk to her girlfriend's today?" Angell asked.
"I'm gonna take Lindsay with me for that. She's gotta face her fears sooner or later," Danny answered.
Angell nodded in agreement. She dropped the subject of Lindsay Monroe and she let the feelings in the pit of her stomach drop with it. Danny was off-limits to her. At one time she had thought maybe there was a possiblity that they might be more than just friends, but he had seemed lost at that time, too. That had been when Lindsay had left for a few weeks to testify in Montana. While Angell had felt the attraction and known that they had grown closer over the weeks, because they had worked a few cases together, it still didn't ease her mind any. She hadn't wanted to take advantage of the situation. She didn't want to be the woman who kept him from being with Lindsay. She wanted him to want her back, not just want a good time. And that would have been all their time together would have been, in the end, just a one-night-stand.
The ding of the elevator cut into Angell's swirling thoughts. They had not spoken, and that had been ok. She stepped out of the elevator and followed Danny toward the front door. She would just have to keep things to herself. There was always a place and time to tell a man how she felt and Angell knew that moment was not now.
She handed the photo back to Danny. "Pretty girl."
"She was murdered near the Hudson. Her mom's pretty broken up about it. I need to find the person who did this to her little girl. She needs closure," Danny told her, pleading in his eyes.
The woman nodded, taking another puff of her cigarette. "I don't know Bucky's friends. He's 21--ya know? What can you do? A kid like him wants to go out and stay at all hours, I can't control him. He's a grown man as far as the courts are concerned. All I can do is pray that he comes home. And if he doesn't--wait twenty four hours--and call the police. I don't have any say in what my own kid does anymore."
"So you don't know Chloe Phillips--are you sure?" Danny asked.
The woman shook her head. "Not a Chloe Phillips. Sorry."
"How 'bout Alice Langston? Know her?" Danny asked, his accent thick as he spoke.
Angell waited for the woman to resond. She looked thoughtful for a moment, but nothing.
"Alright. Any idea where your son might be? Got a job? A hang-out he likes? I'm sure you know something... Com'n. Me and Danny, here? We're not the bad guys," Angell spoke softly.
The woman's eyes glossed over for a moment. She might not have known where her son was exactly, but she had an inkling and it made her feel terrible to be the one that was about to turn him in to the NYPD. She moved the cigarette around for a moment, causing the smoke to trail behind it.
"I know a place. He likes to hang out there--good food. He worked there when he was in high school. The owner's name is Maurice; it's on 17th. He likes Bucky. Let's him crash there sometimes. Like a dad, I guess in some ways. Looks out for him. He might be there. I'm not certain, but he might be. And if he's not there... I can't help you any further," the woman told them, seriously.
"Thanks. This is a start," Danny told her.
Angell wasn't so sure the woman was telling them everything she knew. She told Danny this when they entered the elevator.
"Would you rat out your kid?" Danny asked.
"I guess not. But still, this is a homicide investigation. I mean, it's against the law to keep things from the cops that might be crucial in a case," Angell reminded him.
Danny chuckled. "I went through the Academy. I know."
"You think the kid's at the shop?" Angell asked, feeling like she had on the ride up.
"Let's hope so."
"You gonna talk to her girlfriend's today?" Angell asked.
"I'm gonna take Lindsay with me for that. She's gotta face her fears sooner or later," Danny answered.
Angell nodded in agreement. She dropped the subject of Lindsay Monroe and she let the feelings in the pit of her stomach drop with it. Danny was off-limits to her. At one time she had thought maybe there was a possiblity that they might be more than just friends, but he had seemed lost at that time, too. That had been when Lindsay had left for a few weeks to testify in Montana. While Angell had felt the attraction and known that they had grown closer over the weeks, because they had worked a few cases together, it still didn't ease her mind any. She hadn't wanted to take advantage of the situation. She didn't want to be the woman who kept him from being with Lindsay. She wanted him to want her back, not just want a good time. And that would have been all their time together would have been, in the end, just a one-night-stand.
The ding of the elevator cut into Angell's swirling thoughts. They had not spoken, and that had been ok. She stepped out of the elevator and followed Danny toward the front door. She would just have to keep things to herself. There was always a place and time to tell a man how she felt and Angell knew that moment was not now.
She turned and headed down the hall toward the apartment that Sean Buckley lived in. Danny pushed the door back before it closed in on him. He made his way down the hall, catching up to Angell within seconds.
"You want me to put in a good word for ya?" Danny asked, with a slight chuckle.
Angell stopped infront of 43C. She turned to Danny. "You want me to put in a good word for you to Flack?" she grinned.
"Got it," Danny nodded. "You want me."
"I told ya to get over yourself, Messer." Angell leaned over and knocked on the door. She turned back to Danny and winked.
Danny grinned back. He couldn't return a quip of his own, because the door creaked open and a woman stared out at the two of them, holding a cigarette in her mouth; it wasn't lit. Danny noted that she had a lighter in her hand.
"Can I help you?" she asked, chewing a little on the end of her cigarette as she spoke.
Angell smiled pleasantly at the woman who might have been an attractive at one time in her life. Now, she was anything but.
Her eyes which appeared to be blue were dulled by years of disappointment, along with age lines around her mouth which smoking only made worse. Her thinning light brown hair was swept up into a messy clip, her frame was small, and she looked like she hadn't eaten in days.
An addict?
Angell wondered exactly that as she glanced over to Danny, who must of been wondering the same thing, because he was eyeing the woman suspiciously behind his glasses. But they were there for something else. They were there to find Sean Buckley. One perp at a time.
"Yeah. Do you know--uh--Sean Buckley?" Danny asked.
"He's my son. What's Bucky done now?" the woman asked.
Danny glanced over at Angell with a grin. She returned one of her own. They never had to say anything--they just understood each other's body language. It was a Brooklyn thing, they figured they'd tell anyone if they ever asked.
"Bucky?"
"Sean's nick-name. His dad gave it to him," the woman reach up and lit her cigarette. She took a long draw. "Bastard. Only thing he ever gave me that was worth anything was Bucky."
"Well, have you seen Bucky today, Ms. Buckley?" Angell asked.
The older woman reguarded the younger woman for a moment. Probably sizing her up. Most women didn't mess with Jennifer Angell. She could be sweet as pie when she wanted to be and ruthless when she needed to be. Danny waited for the claws to come out.
"I haven't seen my kid, ma'am."
"Detective Angell. Please." Angell pulled her badge around for the woman to see.
The woman glanced over at Danny, a questioning look in her eyes.
"This is Detective Messer, CSI," Angell explained, solemnly.
Danny nodded with a smile as way of a greeting. The woman smiled back, seeing his rugged good looks for the first time. She leaned against the door facing.
"What do you want with my son?" she asked, eyeing Danny as she took another puff.
"You know his girlfriend?" Danny asked, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a picture of Chloe Phillips. He handed it to the woman.
She gasped, but said nothing.
"You want me to put in a good word for ya?" Danny asked, with a slight chuckle.
Angell stopped infront of 43C. She turned to Danny. "You want me to put in a good word for you to Flack?" she grinned.
"Got it," Danny nodded. "You want me."
"I told ya to get over yourself, Messer." Angell leaned over and knocked on the door. She turned back to Danny and winked.
Danny grinned back. He couldn't return a quip of his own, because the door creaked open and a woman stared out at the two of them, holding a cigarette in her mouth; it wasn't lit. Danny noted that she had a lighter in her hand.
"Can I help you?" she asked, chewing a little on the end of her cigarette as she spoke.
Angell smiled pleasantly at the woman who might have been an attractive at one time in her life. Now, she was anything but.
Her eyes which appeared to be blue were dulled by years of disappointment, along with age lines around her mouth which smoking only made worse. Her thinning light brown hair was swept up into a messy clip, her frame was small, and she looked like she hadn't eaten in days.
An addict?
Angell wondered exactly that as she glanced over to Danny, who must of been wondering the same thing, because he was eyeing the woman suspiciously behind his glasses. But they were there for something else. They were there to find Sean Buckley. One perp at a time.
"Yeah. Do you know--uh--Sean Buckley?" Danny asked.
"He's my son. What's Bucky done now?" the woman asked.
Danny glanced over at Angell with a grin. She returned one of her own. They never had to say anything--they just understood each other's body language. It was a Brooklyn thing, they figured they'd tell anyone if they ever asked.
"Bucky?"
"Sean's nick-name. His dad gave it to him," the woman reach up and lit her cigarette. She took a long draw. "Bastard. Only thing he ever gave me that was worth anything was Bucky."
"Well, have you seen Bucky today, Ms. Buckley?" Angell asked.
The older woman reguarded the younger woman for a moment. Probably sizing her up. Most women didn't mess with Jennifer Angell. She could be sweet as pie when she wanted to be and ruthless when she needed to be. Danny waited for the claws to come out.
"I haven't seen my kid, ma'am."
"Detective Angell. Please." Angell pulled her badge around for the woman to see.
The woman glanced over at Danny, a questioning look in her eyes.
"This is Detective Messer, CSI," Angell explained, solemnly.
Danny nodded with a smile as way of a greeting. The woman smiled back, seeing his rugged good looks for the first time. She leaned against the door facing.
"What do you want with my son?" she asked, eyeing Danny as she took another puff.
"You know his girlfriend?" Danny asked, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a picture of Chloe Phillips. He handed it to the woman.
She gasped, but said nothing.
Danny and Angell stood on the elevator, feeling the sway of the old car as it moved upward to the third floor. It was old: most likely unreliable, not the safest ride in the city, and creaked like mad. It made an uneasy feeling drift through Angell, starting in her stomach and moving slowly to reach every other organ in it's path. She grimmaced, more for her own comfort, then looked around at Danny and smiled weakly. The two of them were at eye level, standing only inches apart. It felt nice.
"So, you and Monroe are working this?" she asked.
Danny was taken aback. Angell usually didn't get too personal when they worked together. "Whoa. When did you start caring who I work with?"
"I don't. I just thought--"
"You just thought what?" Danny asked, cocking an eye brow up, trying to intimidate Angell, but there was no way of doing that. No one intimidated her.
Angell smiled slow and sweet like she always did, her perfect lips arching outward and making her even more prettier than she had been only moments before.
"Oh, I get it. Monroe's off limits for us to talk about."
"No. I mean, you can talk about whoever you choose, Jen. I just choose not to talk back," Danny corrected.
Angell nodded. "She ok?"
"She's ok."
"Ok."
Danny sighed heavily. "What now?"
"What? I was just askin', Danny. It's not like I wanna marry you."
Danny tilted his head to the side with a smirk. "You think about that?"
"No! I work. I don't think about marriage." Angell waved her hands out infront of her as if this gave her words more meaning.
Danny chuckled.
"What?" Angell asked. Danny shook his head. "What is it, Danny? Tell me."
"You ever think you might be missin' out on somethin'?" he asked.
Angell shrugged. "Sometimes, I guess. You?"
"I think I would if the right girl came along."
"Lindsay not the right girl?" Angell asked, taking mental note of what he had just said.
Danny realized she had caught it and wiggled his head a bit. "I--I couldn't tell ya that. She's got issues."
"Issues are fun," Angell said sarcastically.
Danny nodded as he pushed his hand through his dirty blond hair. "You on the market, though?"
"You askin'?" Angell winked.
Danny blushed. "You're beautiful and definitely my type..."
"But?"
"But I have a girl with issues, alright," Danny smiled.
Angell nodded. She knew what he meant.
"I don't know. I was thinkin' you might be able to get a date out of Flack--or something," Danny told her slowly.
The bell dinged and he doors slid open. Danny hesitated. Angell stepped through the door. She stopped and turned back to the young CSI.
"You comin'?" she smiled.
"You ain't gonna beat me up?" Danny asked, seriously.
Angell tilted her head to the side. "Get over yourself, Messer. I don't put that much thought into your sorry ass. Sorry to disappoint ya."
"So, you and Monroe are working this?" she asked.
Danny was taken aback. Angell usually didn't get too personal when they worked together. "Whoa. When did you start caring who I work with?"
"I don't. I just thought--"
"You just thought what?" Danny asked, cocking an eye brow up, trying to intimidate Angell, but there was no way of doing that. No one intimidated her.
Angell smiled slow and sweet like she always did, her perfect lips arching outward and making her even more prettier than she had been only moments before.
"Oh, I get it. Monroe's off limits for us to talk about."
"No. I mean, you can talk about whoever you choose, Jen. I just choose not to talk back," Danny corrected.
Angell nodded. "She ok?"
"She's ok."
"Ok."
Danny sighed heavily. "What now?"
"What? I was just askin', Danny. It's not like I wanna marry you."
Danny tilted his head to the side with a smirk. "You think about that?"
"No! I work. I don't think about marriage." Angell waved her hands out infront of her as if this gave her words more meaning.
Danny chuckled.
"What?" Angell asked. Danny shook his head. "What is it, Danny? Tell me."
"You ever think you might be missin' out on somethin'?" he asked.
Angell shrugged. "Sometimes, I guess. You?"
"I think I would if the right girl came along."
"Lindsay not the right girl?" Angell asked, taking mental note of what he had just said.
Danny realized she had caught it and wiggled his head a bit. "I--I couldn't tell ya that. She's got issues."
"Issues are fun," Angell said sarcastically.
Danny nodded as he pushed his hand through his dirty blond hair. "You on the market, though?"
"You askin'?" Angell winked.
Danny blushed. "You're beautiful and definitely my type..."
"But?"
"But I have a girl with issues, alright," Danny smiled.
Angell nodded. She knew what he meant.
"I don't know. I was thinkin' you might be able to get a date out of Flack--or something," Danny told her slowly.
The bell dinged and he doors slid open. Danny hesitated. Angell stepped through the door. She stopped and turned back to the young CSI.
"You comin'?" she smiled.
"You ain't gonna beat me up?" Danny asked, seriously.
Angell tilted her head to the side. "Get over yourself, Messer. I don't put that much thought into your sorry ass. Sorry to disappoint ya."
"How ya doin'?" Danny asked, his accent thicker than it usually was.
"What ya need?" the older man asked, without looking up from a small TV set.
Danny smiled at Angell, who smiled back. He was not going to cooperative.
"I'm looking for this kid. He live here?" Danny asked, pulling out a picture of Sean Buckley.
The security guard looked up from his TV set. He frowned, then turned back to the TV.
Danny snickered beneath his breath as he glanced over at Angell. Angell stepped forward and took the picture from him. She pulled her badge out and held it up to the window. The man looked up then.
"My friend here asked you a question, Sir. Do you mind doing me a favor and answerin' him?" Angell asked.
The man stared at the picture for a moment. "I know him. He lives in 45C. He's a smart-ass."
Angell grinned at him. "Thanks."
"That all?" the man asked, eyeing Angell for a moment.
Perv, Danny thought as he watched the man's eyes move over Angell's body, probably undressing her in his mind.
"Your cooperation is greatly appreciated. You did your good samaritan deed for the day," Angell assured him as she put her badge back on her belt.
She turned to Danny. "That's how we do it in Brooklyn, Danny-Boy."
Danny mocked her for a moment, then laughed sarcastically as he took the picture back from her. Angell ignored him, grabbing his arm and tugging him along. She knew he didn't like it when a woman showed him up, but it was just so much fun to do. After all, who didn't Love making Danny Messer squirm? It was just too damn easy!
"What ya need?" the older man asked, without looking up from a small TV set.
Danny smiled at Angell, who smiled back. He was not going to cooperative.
"I'm looking for this kid. He live here?" Danny asked, pulling out a picture of Sean Buckley.
The security guard looked up from his TV set. He frowned, then turned back to the TV.
Danny snickered beneath his breath as he glanced over at Angell. Angell stepped forward and took the picture from him. She pulled her badge out and held it up to the window. The man looked up then.
"My friend here asked you a question, Sir. Do you mind doing me a favor and answerin' him?" Angell asked.
The man stared at the picture for a moment. "I know him. He lives in 45C. He's a smart-ass."
Angell grinned at him. "Thanks."
"That all?" the man asked, eyeing Angell for a moment.
Perv, Danny thought as he watched the man's eyes move over Angell's body, probably undressing her in his mind.
"Your cooperation is greatly appreciated. You did your good samaritan deed for the day," Angell assured him as she put her badge back on her belt.
She turned to Danny. "That's how we do it in Brooklyn, Danny-Boy."
Danny mocked her for a moment, then laughed sarcastically as he took the picture back from her. Angell ignored him, grabbing his arm and tugging him along. She knew he didn't like it when a woman showed him up, but it was just so much fun to do. After all, who didn't Love making Danny Messer squirm? It was just too damn easy!
* * *
Detective Jennifer Angell met Danny at the corner of West 25th Street.
She gave him a cool smile like she did to most men she worked with. While the two of them got along famously and usually worked out their cases along the same lines, she didn't let her guard down even with him.
"Angell," Danny spoke, holding a smaller version of his regular kit in his hand.
"Danny," Angell said back.
She was dressed in a black leather jacket over a crimson colored top with dark-washed boot-cut jeans and black high-heeled boots. Her long black hair was curled down her back in lushious waves. Angell was not your normal looking NYPD Homicide Detective and most people would probably not even know she was a Detective if she didn't have her badge on her belt and a gun on her hip, poking out beneath her jacket.
Beside her, Danny looked nothing like a CSI, either. He wore a light blue colored button down shirt, which matched his baby blue eyes to a T, dog tags, a pair of dark jeans which were a little baggy on him through the legs and were being held up by a leather belt that looked as if it had seen better days, which also held his badge in place. He held his gun on his hip and wore a pair of chocolate brown colored boots.
"Did you get the address from Flack?" Angell asked as she fell into step beside Danny.
"Yeah. It's right up here," Danny pointed as he led the way through the crowded street.
They walked the rest of the way in silence. Angell had already gotten most of the details of the case from Flack when he had faxed her the case file on it, but she didn't have to know much more than what he had sent to her, to know that this was a gruesome murder and the perp needed to be caught. She could see in Danny's eyes that he was determined to capture him and she was content in being at his side when he did so.
They came upon an older looking apartment building. There was no door man, so they knew this was not a ritzy place. The building was dark. And seemed to grow darker with each step the two of them took inside. Danny stepped over to the security guard who set behind a glass window.
Detective Jennifer Angell met Danny at the corner of West 25th Street.
She gave him a cool smile like she did to most men she worked with. While the two of them got along famously and usually worked out their cases along the same lines, she didn't let her guard down even with him.
"Angell," Danny spoke, holding a smaller version of his regular kit in his hand.
"Danny," Angell said back.
She was dressed in a black leather jacket over a crimson colored top with dark-washed boot-cut jeans and black high-heeled boots. Her long black hair was curled down her back in lushious waves. Angell was not your normal looking NYPD Homicide Detective and most people would probably not even know she was a Detective if she didn't have her badge on her belt and a gun on her hip, poking out beneath her jacket.
Beside her, Danny looked nothing like a CSI, either. He wore a light blue colored button down shirt, which matched his baby blue eyes to a T, dog tags, a pair of dark jeans which were a little baggy on him through the legs and were being held up by a leather belt that looked as if it had seen better days, which also held his badge in place. He held his gun on his hip and wore a pair of chocolate brown colored boots.
"Did you get the address from Flack?" Angell asked as she fell into step beside Danny.
"Yeah. It's right up here," Danny pointed as he led the way through the crowded street.
They walked the rest of the way in silence. Angell had already gotten most of the details of the case from Flack when he had faxed her the case file on it, but she didn't have to know much more than what he had sent to her, to know that this was a gruesome murder and the perp needed to be caught. She could see in Danny's eyes that he was determined to capture him and she was content in being at his side when he did so.
They came upon an older looking apartment building. There was no door man, so they knew this was not a ritzy place. The building was dark. And seemed to grow darker with each step the two of them took inside. Danny stepped over to the security guard who set behind a glass window.
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