ok, i have watched both s1 and s2 of CSI:NY.
pros: season 1
1. danny's hair
2. the blues
3. mac/stella banter
4. aiden
5. cool murders
6. cool gadgets
7. humor
8. flack's sarcasm
9. no lindsay monroe
10. hawkes is an ME
cons: season 1
1. danny shoots a cop
2. aiden and danny don't hook up
3. mac is hard on danny all the time
4. stella doesn't shoot anyone
5. flack's hair
6. no sid hammersack in the ME office
7. danny doesn't cry
8. the blues can get annoying real fast
9. too much focus on post 9/11 new york city
10. a horse got shot, then ran over by a cabbie :(
pros: season 2
1. danny and his brother
2. aiden goes out a hero
3. flack gets a hair cut
4. lindsay is cool in the first couple of eps
5. no more suits for danny and flack
6. mac shows a softer side
7. lotsa crying from danny
8. stella gets a boyfriend
9. hawkes is allowed to be a CSI
10. adam is introduced
cons: season 2
1. lindsay becomes annoying
2. hawkes is no longer an ME
3. peno is only in 3 eps
4. mac is still harder on danny than anyone else
5. jane is gone
6. aiden dies!!!
7. stella kills her boyfriend
8. danny's brother is beaten up/in coma
9. danny cries
10. flack is injured/almost dies
4.22.2007
THE BALLAD OF LINDSAY MONROE
OK, THIS IS SOMETHING I POSTED ON THE CSI:NY MESSAGE BOARD SHORTLY AFTER WATCHING S2, PARTAINING TO THE PROBLEM THAT PEOPLE WERE HAVING WITH LINDSAY'S CHARACTER ON THE SHOW, B/C SHE IS BECOMING WAY TOO ANNOYING TO LIKE ANYMORE.
i totally agree with the posters about lindsay and how her character is underdeveloped. (as most of you know, i am not a fan of lindsay)
BUT...
i think they should have eased lindsay into the role of the newest member of the team (like wolfe on miami) or introduced her before they taped vanessa's final ep, IMO, so the viewers could get used to her and not feel like they just threw in a replacement for aiden. (it wasn't fair to those of us who liked aiden and were saddened by her departure)
now, while i am not a fan of lindsay, i did like "zoo york", because it seems she did have personality (at one time). for example: the way lindsay and danny interacted (he tricked her into calling mac "sir", but he didn't do it in a snarky way and she just took it as a joke, the right way, and didn't snap at him for his obvious trickery) that was actually kinda sweet and flowed well between the two of them, because danny was being danny and not trying to be something he wasn't, like he seems to be later on when interacting with lindsay. her interaction with mac was great, too (she wanted to learn everything he had to offer and he wanted to teach her everything he knew) also, with stella, it wasn't like a competition or anything. and i didn't get the feeling that any of the team was thinking: "i won't like the new girl, because she's here to take over aiden's place." and she didn't act like she was there to take over aiden's job, either.
lindsay was pleasant, she was funny, she was take charge, in some ways (i.e. when she slammed that dude up against the car, and mac asks her what they fed her in montana) yet, she was naive enough to make ya believe that she wasn't from nyc and didn't know quite how to interact with everybody or how to relax in her new surroundings. she wasn't dependent on the other characters, she was her own person from her own place and had her own experiences and techniques in crime scene investigating. also, i liked that she was a fountain of knowledge (much like hawkes, who IMO would be the better romantic interest for lindsay, if there must be one...) and i loved how she would just throw out random thoughts and what not. i guess what i am saying is that in the first few eps lindsay was much more believable, much more likable, and much more interesting (the writers should have played on her strengths and kept going forward, instead of pushing her toward danny).
now, she is just boring. i don't like how the writers took a character with such potential and turned her into a wet blanket. (kinda sad, really) she annoys me with her childish behavior, even if it is from her past experiences. and as for her and danny: sorry, but i see no chemistry b/t the two of them. why force something that is not there? why not just write interesting plots and keep the two of them friends and gradually ease into something (if anything) romantic? but IMO, i think the writers should keep them JUST FRIENDS, with occasional flirting b/t the two characters much like mac/stella or danny/aiden in s1. i don't watch the show hoping for a hook-up b/t danny and lindsay (or a hook-up between any of the main characters, really) although... i have expressed my interest in a potential hook-up b/t danny and angell. :) i watch it because the cast is phenominal (sp?) and i like to see what will happen next to them as a whole. it's good tv, people! ;)
i totally agree with the posters about lindsay and how her character is underdeveloped. (as most of you know, i am not a fan of lindsay)
BUT...
i think they should have eased lindsay into the role of the newest member of the team (like wolfe on miami) or introduced her before they taped vanessa's final ep, IMO, so the viewers could get used to her and not feel like they just threw in a replacement for aiden. (it wasn't fair to those of us who liked aiden and were saddened by her departure)
now, while i am not a fan of lindsay, i did like "zoo york", because it seems she did have personality (at one time). for example: the way lindsay and danny interacted (he tricked her into calling mac "sir", but he didn't do it in a snarky way and she just took it as a joke, the right way, and didn't snap at him for his obvious trickery) that was actually kinda sweet and flowed well between the two of them, because danny was being danny and not trying to be something he wasn't, like he seems to be later on when interacting with lindsay. her interaction with mac was great, too (she wanted to learn everything he had to offer and he wanted to teach her everything he knew) also, with stella, it wasn't like a competition or anything. and i didn't get the feeling that any of the team was thinking: "i won't like the new girl, because she's here to take over aiden's place." and she didn't act like she was there to take over aiden's job, either.
lindsay was pleasant, she was funny, she was take charge, in some ways (i.e. when she slammed that dude up against the car, and mac asks her what they fed her in montana) yet, she was naive enough to make ya believe that she wasn't from nyc and didn't know quite how to interact with everybody or how to relax in her new surroundings. she wasn't dependent on the other characters, she was her own person from her own place and had her own experiences and techniques in crime scene investigating. also, i liked that she was a fountain of knowledge (much like hawkes, who IMO would be the better romantic interest for lindsay, if there must be one...) and i loved how she would just throw out random thoughts and what not. i guess what i am saying is that in the first few eps lindsay was much more believable, much more likable, and much more interesting (the writers should have played on her strengths and kept going forward, instead of pushing her toward danny).
now, she is just boring. i don't like how the writers took a character with such potential and turned her into a wet blanket. (kinda sad, really) she annoys me with her childish behavior, even if it is from her past experiences. and as for her and danny: sorry, but i see no chemistry b/t the two of them. why force something that is not there? why not just write interesting plots and keep the two of them friends and gradually ease into something (if anything) romantic? but IMO, i think the writers should keep them JUST FRIENDS, with occasional flirting b/t the two characters much like mac/stella or danny/aiden in s1. i don't watch the show hoping for a hook-up b/t danny and lindsay (or a hook-up between any of the main characters, really) although... i have expressed my interest in a potential hook-up b/t danny and angell. :) i watch it because the cast is phenominal (sp?) and i like to see what will happen next to them as a whole. it's good tv, people! ;)
4.12.2007
SORRY 'BOUT THE DELAY, FOLKS!
i know it took me for-evah to post chapter 9.
but it's up now.
enjoy! :)
i know it's a bit graphic with the "almost rape" scene between abby and cadence, but i had to do it. i had to have someone being attacked--right??? right. and why not let it be abby donovan, the new character? i like the intensity between her and cadence, tho. you can tell they have history and you can tell she loathes him VERY MUCH, but at the same time, you can tell that she did have deep feelings for him at one time. i like the scene myself. i like that she still manages to keep control of herself, even though, he's trying his best to break her. that just shows that abby is a very strong young woman who can hold her own, i think.
--mandy--
but it's up now.
enjoy! :)
i know it's a bit graphic with the "almost rape" scene between abby and cadence, but i had to do it. i had to have someone being attacked--right??? right. and why not let it be abby donovan, the new character? i like the intensity between her and cadence, tho. you can tell they have history and you can tell she loathes him VERY MUCH, but at the same time, you can tell that she did have deep feelings for him at one time. i like the scene myself. i like that she still manages to keep control of herself, even though, he's trying his best to break her. that just shows that abby is a very strong young woman who can hold her own, i think.
--mandy--
Cadence glanced down at the coffee table. He looked up at Abby. "You goin' somewhere?"
Abby's mind raced. "No."
"You're lyin'."
"I'm not."
"You are. You touch your eye brow when you lie."
Abby moved her hand down from her eye brow. How could he have possibly remembered something like that? Something so trivial.
"I'm just--I'm thinkin' about it is all."
"Really?" Cadence smiled at her. "It's been so long since we've seen each other--what 5 years? We need to spend some time together. Catch up. You can't go to New York."
"You and me, we're not catchin' up."
"Can't I spend the night? I don't have anywhere to go or any money to rent a room with. Couldn't you give me that much?"
"No. I will not let you stay here."
"I need you. I miss you."
"I hate you."
"I still love you, Abby. Don't you see? I want to make love to you."
"You need help, Cadence. I'm not making love to you. That's sick. You don't deserve to be with anyone after what you did to my sister."
Cadence sighed heavily. "I told you, I didn't kill your sister."
"You same as pulled the trigger when you wouldn't give up the names of the two men who were looking for you. You should have been with them. I bet you would have had a grand ol' time."
"I liked your sister, Abby."
Abby scoffed. "Of course you did."
"Why won't you forgive me?" Cadence asked, slowly. Almost convincing, if it hadn't of been coming from him.
"Why are stalking me?" Abby demanded, her voice cold as ice.
"I'm not stalking you!"
"I'm not forgiving you!"
Cadence stared at Abby for a moment longer, open mouthed.
"You enjoyed feeling me between your legs. I know you did."
Abby folded her arms over her chest. She glared at him, but said nothing. She didn't want him anywhere near her. He was lucky she hadn't hurt him. He was lucky was just letting him walk away.
Without another word, Cadence turned and headed toward the door. He stepped through it; then, turned to her.
"You'll be sorry..." he warned.
Abby didn't answer. She stared at him, trying to convey as much hate as she possibly could through her eyes alone. He must have gotten the hint, because he left, slamming the door behind him.
After he was gone, Abby ran across the room, and locked her door back. She headed into her bedroom to get her gun and call Horatio. He told her that he was on his way and not to open the door until he got there. She hung up from her boss, feeling a little easier knowing he would keep his promise. But there was something else that hung over her, a new kind of fear. Cadence Hooper knew where she lived. And she knew how determined Cadence could get when he wanted something he could not have. He would stop at nothing to control her life once more.
Abby's mind raced. "No."
"You're lyin'."
"I'm not."
"You are. You touch your eye brow when you lie."
Abby moved her hand down from her eye brow. How could he have possibly remembered something like that? Something so trivial.
"I'm just--I'm thinkin' about it is all."
"Really?" Cadence smiled at her. "It's been so long since we've seen each other--what 5 years? We need to spend some time together. Catch up. You can't go to New York."
"You and me, we're not catchin' up."
"Can't I spend the night? I don't have anywhere to go or any money to rent a room with. Couldn't you give me that much?"
"No. I will not let you stay here."
"I need you. I miss you."
"I hate you."
"I still love you, Abby. Don't you see? I want to make love to you."
"You need help, Cadence. I'm not making love to you. That's sick. You don't deserve to be with anyone after what you did to my sister."
Cadence sighed heavily. "I told you, I didn't kill your sister."
"You same as pulled the trigger when you wouldn't give up the names of the two men who were looking for you. You should have been with them. I bet you would have had a grand ol' time."
"I liked your sister, Abby."
Abby scoffed. "Of course you did."
"Why won't you forgive me?" Cadence asked, slowly. Almost convincing, if it hadn't of been coming from him.
"Why are stalking me?" Abby demanded, her voice cold as ice.
"I'm not stalking you!"
"I'm not forgiving you!"
Cadence stared at Abby for a moment longer, open mouthed.
"You enjoyed feeling me between your legs. I know you did."
Abby folded her arms over her chest. She glared at him, but said nothing. She didn't want him anywhere near her. He was lucky she hadn't hurt him. He was lucky was just letting him walk away.
Without another word, Cadence turned and headed toward the door. He stepped through it; then, turned to her.
"You'll be sorry..." he warned.
Abby didn't answer. She stared at him, trying to convey as much hate as she possibly could through her eyes alone. He must have gotten the hint, because he left, slamming the door behind him.
After he was gone, Abby ran across the room, and locked her door back. She headed into her bedroom to get her gun and call Horatio. He told her that he was on his way and not to open the door until he got there. She hung up from her boss, feeling a little easier knowing he would keep his promise. But there was something else that hung over her, a new kind of fear. Cadence Hooper knew where she lived. And she knew how determined Cadence could get when he wanted something he could not have. He would stop at nothing to control her life once more.
He pushed her hard against the wall, then pushed his knee between her legs. She gasped feeling his knee as it pushed into her middle, harder than she'd care for. "You're a bitch, Abby. You know that?"
"Stop, Cadence. Please..." Abby whispered.
"I did what I thought was right when it came to your sister." He pushed his knee in harder. Rolling it against her, applying pressure as he did so. "I tried to help your family as best as I could, but I couldn't give them the names. Do you understand? Those men were after me and I had to do what I did in order to survive."
Abby groaned beneath his grip, tears spilling from her eyes from the pain he was inflickting on her down below.
He looked down. "You used to enjoy this."
Abby spit on him. "You killed her!"
"No. That's where you're wrong, Abby. I didn't kill Jescyka. You should have been home that night. They were looking for you, after all. If you'd been there, instead of Jescyka, then, you'd be the one six foot under," he corrected, ignoring the fact that she had just spit in his face.
Abby sobbed, choking it off before it got out control. She would not succumb to his abuse and let him know that she was in pain. She would survive. He was a criminal. Criminals were what she knew best.
"You still haven't come to grips with that?" he asked, sounding shocked.
Abby didn't answer.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Is this why you have a sick fascination with death?" Cadence pushed her against the wall once more. It hurt like hell, hitting the back of her head when he did it, but Abby gritted her teeth and took it.
"You always did have a sick imagination..."
"I'm not fascinated by it. I solve crimes."
"Sure you do. Tell yourself whatever you need to in order to sleep at night, Sweet-heart. I know you better than that, you fancy it. You thrive off it." He brushed his fingertips down her chest as he spoke. "I bet you enjoy this, too."
"I--"
"What?" Cadence leaned over toward her once more, loosening his grip for the first time since he'd started.
"I don't like this."
"Sure you do, Baby. You always liked it rough. I remember. I was there with you."
"I was stupid then."
"You were fun..."
"You were a bad influence," Abby whispered.
"What do you want?" Cadence asked, slowly.
"I want you to leave now."
"I can't leave. The party's just started."
"I'm going to call Horatio, if you don't leave."
"Caine? Really? How is that old fool?" Cadence laughed.
"Don't talk about Horatio like that." Abby stared at him for a moment. Pleading in her eyes. Cadence watched her for a little while longer, enjoying the hold he had over her, then he let go of her, moving his knee from between her legs as he did so. He moved back. Abby let out a sigh of relief as she tried to catch her breath, her middle still sore from where his knee had been. She felt loose there, and she didn't like that feeling at all.
"Please leave," she whispered after a moment.
"Stop, Cadence. Please..." Abby whispered.
"I did what I thought was right when it came to your sister." He pushed his knee in harder. Rolling it against her, applying pressure as he did so. "I tried to help your family as best as I could, but I couldn't give them the names. Do you understand? Those men were after me and I had to do what I did in order to survive."
Abby groaned beneath his grip, tears spilling from her eyes from the pain he was inflickting on her down below.
He looked down. "You used to enjoy this."
Abby spit on him. "You killed her!"
"No. That's where you're wrong, Abby. I didn't kill Jescyka. You should have been home that night. They were looking for you, after all. If you'd been there, instead of Jescyka, then, you'd be the one six foot under," he corrected, ignoring the fact that she had just spit in his face.
Abby sobbed, choking it off before it got out control. She would not succumb to his abuse and let him know that she was in pain. She would survive. He was a criminal. Criminals were what she knew best.
"You still haven't come to grips with that?" he asked, sounding shocked.
Abby didn't answer.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Is this why you have a sick fascination with death?" Cadence pushed her against the wall once more. It hurt like hell, hitting the back of her head when he did it, but Abby gritted her teeth and took it.
"You always did have a sick imagination..."
"I'm not fascinated by it. I solve crimes."
"Sure you do. Tell yourself whatever you need to in order to sleep at night, Sweet-heart. I know you better than that, you fancy it. You thrive off it." He brushed his fingertips down her chest as he spoke. "I bet you enjoy this, too."
"I--"
"What?" Cadence leaned over toward her once more, loosening his grip for the first time since he'd started.
"I don't like this."
"Sure you do, Baby. You always liked it rough. I remember. I was there with you."
"I was stupid then."
"You were fun..."
"You were a bad influence," Abby whispered.
"What do you want?" Cadence asked, slowly.
"I want you to leave now."
"I can't leave. The party's just started."
"I'm going to call Horatio, if you don't leave."
"Caine? Really? How is that old fool?" Cadence laughed.
"Don't talk about Horatio like that." Abby stared at him for a moment. Pleading in her eyes. Cadence watched her for a little while longer, enjoying the hold he had over her, then he let go of her, moving his knee from between her legs as he did so. He moved back. Abby let out a sigh of relief as she tried to catch her breath, her middle still sore from where his knee had been. She felt loose there, and she didn't like that feeling at all.
"Please leave," she whispered after a moment.
There were only inches between the two of them now. She could feel the tension as it rose between them. She didn't like where this was going. She feared that she might not be able to stop it. He had a power over her that she had never been able to shake free from. Sure, he was heartless and knew exactly who had murdered her sister, but Cadence had been someone sepecial to Abby once in her life. And now--Seeing him, after all the years they had spent apart, just brought back all of the memories she had been trying to forget.
Cadence tilted his head to the side. "I loved you. That's why I didn't tell you who was after me."
"Yeah. And look what it got me. I lost you to the prison system. I lost my sister in cold-blood. I lost my father because he couldn't handle being on the police force anymore, knowing that Jescy's killer was out there somewhere and there was nothing he could do about it. Look at what your love got me!" Abby shouted.
Cadence chuckled under his breath as he reach up and wiped his mouth. "You came and saw me when you were 23, remember that?"
Abby nodded.
"You told me that you would never forget me. Remember?"
"I haven't."
"Why not?" he stared into her eyes. "Because you still love me?"
"I promised myself I'd never forget you because of what you did to me. You taught me that love is only a four-letter word," she answered.
His face fell. "You miss me."
Abby shook her head. "I don't miss you. I sure as hell, don't want you, Cadence. I don't want you now. Never again."
"You don't mean any of that, Abby. You're just confused, is all. I know you. I've been inside you. What we shared--It was good--wasn't it?" he spoke as he stepped toward her, closing the gap a bit more than she cared for.
There was no where for Abby to go. If she ran, he'd just follow her. She was trapped. She felt him as he brushed his fingertips up her arm. She could see his face; he looked older than he should have. Prison would do that to ya. It aged you carelessly. But his whole face wasn't clear beneath the baseball cap he wore. She smelled alcohol on his breath. Very distinct. Cadence Hooper could be dangerous when he was drunk. She glanced around the livingroom for her gun. Damn, it was in her bag, which was in her bedroom. She'd never be able to get to it in time.
"Go away..." she whispered.
"I can't..." he whispered back.
Abby watched as he leaned over to her. He brushed his lips against her neck. She felt chills run down her spine, but she wasn't sure if they were from excitement or fear, she hoped they were from fear. His breath was warm against her skin--almost inviting, if she closed her eyes and remembered the way he used to be. She opened her eyes, remembering that this man was not the same man she had loved so long ago. Abby tried to move away, but he held her in place, pushing her back against the wall. She felt him push his weight into her. She felt something else brush against her leg. Abby was only wearing a thin t-shirt with grey shorts she had cut from a pair of old sweat pants.
"I've dreamed about you for so long, Abby. I missed you so badly. Every night I was in prison, I dreamed about you. And when I got out, I dreamed about you. I couldn't take it anymore. The dreamin' just wasn't enough. I had to come here. I had to find you," Cadence whispered close to her ear. He nibbled at it as he spoke.
Abby didn't answer; she tried to move away from his mouth.
"What are you doin' here?" he continued. "Why ain't you in Tennessee with your folks? Why are you stayin' here where the worst thing in your life happened? Huh?"
"I have a job to do. I protect people from monsters like you," she answered.
He moved back a little from her, his eyes flashing. He studied her for a moment, then he grinned like a small child who knew a secret. His teeth were tinted yellow, probably from years of smoking. She tried to look away, but he tipped her chin up to him.
"I'm not a monster, Abby," he told her, his eyes looking sincere underneath the bill of his cap.
Abby snickered. "Really?"
Cadence nodded.
"Yeah." She chuckled underneath her breath. "Looks like old habits die hard."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, confused.
"You still lie."
"You still talk too much..." he countered, his voice cold.
"I'm a Profiler. It's part of the job description."
"What do you profile?"
"Killers."
"Found your sister's yet?" Cadence asked, leaning down next to her face, still holding her chin.
Abby pushed her head back against the wall with a dry laugh, she was becoming annoyed. "You're a bastard for talking about her like that."
"I have a father, Abby. I don't appreciate you talkin' about me in that way."
"Your father wanted you to confess. What does that say about you?" Abby smiled. She knew what pushed his buttons. Talking about his father would surely do the trick to piss him off.
Cadence tilted his head to the side. "I loved you. That's why I didn't tell you who was after me."
"Yeah. And look what it got me. I lost you to the prison system. I lost my sister in cold-blood. I lost my father because he couldn't handle being on the police force anymore, knowing that Jescy's killer was out there somewhere and there was nothing he could do about it. Look at what your love got me!" Abby shouted.
Cadence chuckled under his breath as he reach up and wiped his mouth. "You came and saw me when you were 23, remember that?"
Abby nodded.
"You told me that you would never forget me. Remember?"
"I haven't."
"Why not?" he stared into her eyes. "Because you still love me?"
"I promised myself I'd never forget you because of what you did to me. You taught me that love is only a four-letter word," she answered.
His face fell. "You miss me."
Abby shook her head. "I don't miss you. I sure as hell, don't want you, Cadence. I don't want you now. Never again."
"You don't mean any of that, Abby. You're just confused, is all. I know you. I've been inside you. What we shared--It was good--wasn't it?" he spoke as he stepped toward her, closing the gap a bit more than she cared for.
There was no where for Abby to go. If she ran, he'd just follow her. She was trapped. She felt him as he brushed his fingertips up her arm. She could see his face; he looked older than he should have. Prison would do that to ya. It aged you carelessly. But his whole face wasn't clear beneath the baseball cap he wore. She smelled alcohol on his breath. Very distinct. Cadence Hooper could be dangerous when he was drunk. She glanced around the livingroom for her gun. Damn, it was in her bag, which was in her bedroom. She'd never be able to get to it in time.
"Go away..." she whispered.
"I can't..." he whispered back.
Abby watched as he leaned over to her. He brushed his lips against her neck. She felt chills run down her spine, but she wasn't sure if they were from excitement or fear, she hoped they were from fear. His breath was warm against her skin--almost inviting, if she closed her eyes and remembered the way he used to be. She opened her eyes, remembering that this man was not the same man she had loved so long ago. Abby tried to move away, but he held her in place, pushing her back against the wall. She felt him push his weight into her. She felt something else brush against her leg. Abby was only wearing a thin t-shirt with grey shorts she had cut from a pair of old sweat pants.
"I've dreamed about you for so long, Abby. I missed you so badly. Every night I was in prison, I dreamed about you. And when I got out, I dreamed about you. I couldn't take it anymore. The dreamin' just wasn't enough. I had to come here. I had to find you," Cadence whispered close to her ear. He nibbled at it as he spoke.
Abby didn't answer; she tried to move away from his mouth.
"What are you doin' here?" he continued. "Why ain't you in Tennessee with your folks? Why are you stayin' here where the worst thing in your life happened? Huh?"
"I have a job to do. I protect people from monsters like you," she answered.
He moved back a little from her, his eyes flashing. He studied her for a moment, then he grinned like a small child who knew a secret. His teeth were tinted yellow, probably from years of smoking. She tried to look away, but he tipped her chin up to him.
"I'm not a monster, Abby," he told her, his eyes looking sincere underneath the bill of his cap.
Abby snickered. "Really?"
Cadence nodded.
"Yeah." She chuckled underneath her breath. "Looks like old habits die hard."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, confused.
"You still lie."
"You still talk too much..." he countered, his voice cold.
"I'm a Profiler. It's part of the job description."
"What do you profile?"
"Killers."
"Found your sister's yet?" Cadence asked, leaning down next to her face, still holding her chin.
Abby pushed her head back against the wall with a dry laugh, she was becoming annoyed. "You're a bastard for talking about her like that."
"I have a father, Abby. I don't appreciate you talkin' about me in that way."
"Your father wanted you to confess. What does that say about you?" Abby smiled. She knew what pushed his buttons. Talking about his father would surely do the trick to piss him off.
* * *
Abby tried to close the door, but he grabbed the side of it and forced it back.
She gasped, her head spinning, as she stumbled back from the force of the push he had inflickted on her. Her face paled as she watched him stroll into her apartment like he owned it. It had been five years since she'd last seen this man. Five years of hiding and he had found her. Five years, that felt like a lifetime ago.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" she demanded, her stomach churning.
His eyes softened a bit. "Now, is that any way to greet an old friend?"
His accent was the same. Slow and Southern like a Georgia stream. It had once excited her to hear him speak, now it made her skin crawl. Abby stepped back once more. The room was no longer spinning. She took him in for the first time: he was still tall, still had muddy-river colored hair and ocean colored eyes, still had some kind of spark about him, but he looked older somehow, mostly in his face--what she could see of it beneath the tattered baseball cap he wore.
"You're not my friend..." Abby reminded him through gritted teeth.
He chuckled. "That's right. I was a Lover."
Abby swollowed hard. He was right. Damn him she may, but he was right. His name was Cadence Hooper. He was a lot older now, mid thirties, but back in the day--10 or so years ago, to be exact--he had been Abby Donovan's boyfriend, her one and only! Sure, she had just been a kid (barely 18) and he had been well into his twenties, but it was love. Atleast, that was what Abby had thought at the time. Now, she knew that she was just blind. She was blinded by someone who was evil. She had sworn to never be that foolish again. He had lived more in twenty years than she had lived in her entire life. He had gone to prison and she had decided right then and there that she would never be with him again, no matter what line he tried to use to seduce her back into his world.
"Cadence, I want you to leave," Abby whispered.
Cadence grinned, ignoring her pleas. "You were not easy to find, Abby. When you wanna disappear--Damn, Girl, you disappear."
Abby smirked at him. "I like to be a mystery."
"Oh, I know what you like..." He moved toward her.
Abby stepped back once more. She was running out of room. "Don't."
"You don't wanna play?" Cadence asked, his voice dripping with a bit of Southern hospitatlity, if it hadn't have been tinged with sarcasm to boot.
Abby shook her head.
He stepped toward her once more.
Abby put her finger up. "I mean it, Cadence. You better leave."
"I drove so far, though. All the way from Tennessee. I thought you'd be there, but you weren't. I did have a nice talk with your folks, though. They told me to leave you alone, too," he answered matter-of-factly.
"My Daddy should've shot you," Abby whispered.
Cadence smiled, slow and wicked. "You know you don't mean that, now."
"I do."
"You would have your ol' man kill me?" Cadence asked, innocently, stepping forward again. "I thought you loved me, Abby."
Abby hesitated. "I don't love you anymore, Cadence. I've moved on. I think you aught to, too."
Cadence laughed. "I did 5 years, Abby. I did 5 years for a crime I didn't commit. Just because they couldn't find the real killers. I think you owe me more than that."
Abby's eyes flashed. "I don't owe you damn thing! And you could have told the police who did it when they asked you. You could have told them who killed Jescyka."
"And what would have happened to me then? Hm? Would they have just let me go? Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? I would have been put through the ringer by the cops and then... Killed by the men who offed your sister," he told her.
"All I wanted was the truth. You treated me like I was nothing more than a good roll in the hay. How do you think that made me feel?" Abby demanded.
Abby tried to close the door, but he grabbed the side of it and forced it back.
She gasped, her head spinning, as she stumbled back from the force of the push he had inflickted on her. Her face paled as she watched him stroll into her apartment like he owned it. It had been five years since she'd last seen this man. Five years of hiding and he had found her. Five years, that felt like a lifetime ago.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" she demanded, her stomach churning.
His eyes softened a bit. "Now, is that any way to greet an old friend?"
His accent was the same. Slow and Southern like a Georgia stream. It had once excited her to hear him speak, now it made her skin crawl. Abby stepped back once more. The room was no longer spinning. She took him in for the first time: he was still tall, still had muddy-river colored hair and ocean colored eyes, still had some kind of spark about him, but he looked older somehow, mostly in his face--what she could see of it beneath the tattered baseball cap he wore.
"You're not my friend..." Abby reminded him through gritted teeth.
He chuckled. "That's right. I was a Lover."
Abby swollowed hard. He was right. Damn him she may, but he was right. His name was Cadence Hooper. He was a lot older now, mid thirties, but back in the day--10 or so years ago, to be exact--he had been Abby Donovan's boyfriend, her one and only! Sure, she had just been a kid (barely 18) and he had been well into his twenties, but it was love. Atleast, that was what Abby had thought at the time. Now, she knew that she was just blind. She was blinded by someone who was evil. She had sworn to never be that foolish again. He had lived more in twenty years than she had lived in her entire life. He had gone to prison and she had decided right then and there that she would never be with him again, no matter what line he tried to use to seduce her back into his world.
"Cadence, I want you to leave," Abby whispered.
Cadence grinned, ignoring her pleas. "You were not easy to find, Abby. When you wanna disappear--Damn, Girl, you disappear."
Abby smirked at him. "I like to be a mystery."
"Oh, I know what you like..." He moved toward her.
Abby stepped back once more. She was running out of room. "Don't."
"You don't wanna play?" Cadence asked, his voice dripping with a bit of Southern hospitatlity, if it hadn't have been tinged with sarcasm to boot.
Abby shook her head.
He stepped toward her once more.
Abby put her finger up. "I mean it, Cadence. You better leave."
"I drove so far, though. All the way from Tennessee. I thought you'd be there, but you weren't. I did have a nice talk with your folks, though. They told me to leave you alone, too," he answered matter-of-factly.
"My Daddy should've shot you," Abby whispered.
Cadence smiled, slow and wicked. "You know you don't mean that, now."
"I do."
"You would have your ol' man kill me?" Cadence asked, innocently, stepping forward again. "I thought you loved me, Abby."
Abby hesitated. "I don't love you anymore, Cadence. I've moved on. I think you aught to, too."
Cadence laughed. "I did 5 years, Abby. I did 5 years for a crime I didn't commit. Just because they couldn't find the real killers. I think you owe me more than that."
Abby's eyes flashed. "I don't owe you damn thing! And you could have told the police who did it when they asked you. You could have told them who killed Jescyka."
"And what would have happened to me then? Hm? Would they have just let me go? Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? I would have been put through the ringer by the cops and then... Killed by the men who offed your sister," he told her.
"All I wanted was the truth. You treated me like I was nothing more than a good roll in the hay. How do you think that made me feel?" Abby demanded.
"Cooled off?" he asked as he opened the door.
Lindsay glanced over her shoulder, at the girl who was now wading into the pool. "She just irked me."
"You didn't like her flirtin' with me," Danny told her as they headed up the stairs.
"I just--"
"Oh, ya find me irrestible. I know, Montana," Danny grinned.
"I do not!"
"You're jealous, Montana. Admit it," he told her, playfully.
"You got hit on by two girls half your age, Danny, in a matter of twenty-four hours, come on."
"You're so jealous, Montana."
"You wish."
"It's sweet," Danny told her, as he opened the door to the parking garage.
"Get over yourself, Danny. Really. If you think I'm jealous of those girls, then you're due a rude awakening."
Danny smirked at her. "It's nice to see you're not taking advantage of the situation at all."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, think about it, Montana, if you were the kind of girl who got off on this kinda thing, you'd milk it for all it's worth," he answered.
"This does not get me off, Danny. I think it gets you off."
"Having girls half my age hit on me?" he asked.
Lindsay nodded.
"That's perverted, Montana." He paused for a moment. "You're not to talk to Flack anymore."
"Is that right?" she asked, stifling a laugh.
"Yeah. I don't like the influence he has on ya."
"Afraid he'll tell me your deep dark secrets, huh?" Lindsay smiled back, innocently.
Danny thought about that for a moment. "Don does have a big mouth."
Lindsay laughed at him as they headed across the parking area to their black SUV. All the anger she had felt toward him about his possessiveness over her when it came to her talking to Flack and the fact that he was actually enjoying the fact that two young girls had found him attractive, had somehow melted away. Danny had that effect on people, he could make you fighting mad, then, turn around, and just smile at you, causing all the frustration you felt toward him to just melt away in a single swoop. He was so charming--even when he didn't mean to be--and it came through so easily at times.
"You wanna join me for a sandwich after we drop this off at the lab?" Danny asked, as he opened the driver's side door.
Lindsay climbed into the passenger's side. "Sure," she agreed as she buckled her seat belt.
Danny turned the key and the cab filled with the Rolling Stones. Lindsay groaned.
"What?" Danny asked with a grin, pretending he didn't know what the groan was about.
"Nothing. Just drive," she answered as he backed the truck out of the parking space. No more fighting.
Lindsay glanced over her shoulder, at the girl who was now wading into the pool. "She just irked me."
"You didn't like her flirtin' with me," Danny told her as they headed up the stairs.
"I just--"
"Oh, ya find me irrestible. I know, Montana," Danny grinned.
"I do not!"
"You're jealous, Montana. Admit it," he told her, playfully.
"You got hit on by two girls half your age, Danny, in a matter of twenty-four hours, come on."
"You're so jealous, Montana."
"You wish."
"It's sweet," Danny told her, as he opened the door to the parking garage.
"Get over yourself, Danny. Really. If you think I'm jealous of those girls, then you're due a rude awakening."
Danny smirked at her. "It's nice to see you're not taking advantage of the situation at all."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, think about it, Montana, if you were the kind of girl who got off on this kinda thing, you'd milk it for all it's worth," he answered.
"This does not get me off, Danny. I think it gets you off."
"Having girls half my age hit on me?" he asked.
Lindsay nodded.
"That's perverted, Montana." He paused for a moment. "You're not to talk to Flack anymore."
"Is that right?" she asked, stifling a laugh.
"Yeah. I don't like the influence he has on ya."
"Afraid he'll tell me your deep dark secrets, huh?" Lindsay smiled back, innocently.
Danny thought about that for a moment. "Don does have a big mouth."
Lindsay laughed at him as they headed across the parking area to their black SUV. All the anger she had felt toward him about his possessiveness over her when it came to her talking to Flack and the fact that he was actually enjoying the fact that two young girls had found him attractive, had somehow melted away. Danny had that effect on people, he could make you fighting mad, then, turn around, and just smile at you, causing all the frustration you felt toward him to just melt away in a single swoop. He was so charming--even when he didn't mean to be--and it came through so easily at times.
"You wanna join me for a sandwich after we drop this off at the lab?" Danny asked, as he opened the driver's side door.
Lindsay climbed into the passenger's side. "Sure," she agreed as she buckled her seat belt.
Danny turned the key and the cab filled with the Rolling Stones. Lindsay groaned.
"What?" Danny asked with a grin, pretending he didn't know what the groan was about.
"Nothing. Just drive," she answered as he backed the truck out of the parking space. No more fighting.
"Oh, something I said?"
"Cut the shit, Erin."
"You talk to all the girls that way?" she shot back.
Danny chuckled. "Only the ones that get under my skin."
"Mission accomplished..." Erin laughed.
"Hardly." Danny pulled the picture of Chloe Phillips out and set it on the table top. "You know her?"
"That's Alice. Yeah. I know her."
"You seen her in the last few days?"
"A couple nights ago, I guess. We went up to our spot with Bucky."
"You and Alice have a spot?" Danny asked, cocking an eye brow up.
Erin smiled slowly. She took one last puff of her cigarette then ground it out on the table top. "You know what they say, love is blind."
"You and Alice were--"
"Sorta."
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"That means, Detective, that we liked each other's company. I liked her. She liked me. Bucky liked us both," she answered.
Danny nodded, slowly. "I see. You three were really good friends."
"Friends with benefits."
"Um... Yeah... So, tell me about the night on the bridge," he coaxed.
"We went up there to get high. We had been drinking some, I guess, and that just wasn't doin' it for us. We needed something a lot more fun to do. We had never had sex in the park, so we went there to do that. Anyway, Bucky passed out before we really got the party started, ya know? All I know is that one minute we were all three in the car, having a good time, getting all hot and what have ya, and the next, I was passed out, too. That's all I remember. I woke up and Alice wasn't in the car, I just figured she decided to walk home, because she did this a lot. And I drove Bucky to Maurice's. That's all I know," Erin explained.
Danny nodded, unsurely. "Quick question: you sure, you didn't hear anything?"
Erin's eyes blazed. "I told ya that I didn't. I passed out. I was taking X."
"The tox came back positive on Alice that she was only drinking and smokin' pot."
Erin sighed as she reach up and scratched her eye brow. "Alice wasn't into X."
"Bucky take any?"
"He gave it to me... Probably..."
"Why wasn't Ashley, Michelle, and Kris with you guys?" Danny asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Alice was gettin' real tired of the three of them. Ash wants a boob job, Michelle wants a nose job, and Kris wants lipo. Alice told them she was against plastic surgery, but they wouldn't listen. They were hell-bent on getting the work done and wouldn't take no for an answer. She didn't want them to come along. They were crampin' her style, if you catch my drift," Erin told him.
"Oh... Yeah... I guess so..."
"Well, all I know is what I heard."
Danny nodded.
"You need anything else?" Erin asked, sweetly.
Danny glanced over at a bag that was lying next to the window, a silver colored strap sticking out of it. "Those your clothes?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I need to take your shoes," he answered.
"Ooh. Kinky," Erin giggled.
Danny blushed, even though he knew better. "I can't disclose any information right now, but I need them for the investigation."
"Oh. Sure," she reach over and picked the bag up. She set it down on the table top and pulled out the sparkling silver shoes that were very similiar to the ones he had gotten from Michelle, Ashley, and Kris. "Here ya go."
Danny took the shoes, noting the broken heal that was sticking up from the bag. He reach in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, pretending to check it for messages, as he took a quick picture of the broken heel. Erin didn't notice him do this.
"Break a heel? Bummer..." Danny pushed his cell phone back into his pocket as he spoke.
Erin looked down, noticing the heel for the first time; she proceeded to push it back into her bag. Still oblivious to Danny snapping the picture to have Adam look over when he and Lindsay got back to the lab.
"Yeah. It sucks." Erin smiled sweetly. "I just--I meant to throw it away. The shoe was a total loss."
Danny nodded, putting the shoes in a paper bag he had brought along. After a moment, he stood up. "Thanks for your time, Miss Fowler. I'll get these shoes back to ya as soon as possible," he told her, putting on the charm.
Erin stood up and smiled at Danny. He noticed for the first time that she had her belly button pierced. He couldn't help, but stare at it. There was just something about a girl with a belly ring that got Danny to take notice. Such a barbaric ritual, he had often thought, but that was a contradiction in itself, because he couldn't help but find it to be equally as hot.
"Like it?" Erin asked, noticing his stare.
Danny looked up. "Sorry." He was blushing now. "It's nice. Did it hurt?"
She fingered the dangling dragonfly that hung from her belly button. "Just a little bit."
Danny nodded as he stepped around the table.
"You and that Montana girl really together?" Erin asked, eying him sheepishly.
"We're friends," Danny answered, even though he didn't have to indulge any information to her.
Erin nodded. She reach out and touched his chest, softly. "You ever wanna have a fun time, call me, Big Boy."
Danny snickered. "Tempting. But I don't think so."
Erin pushed her hands against her hips as if to say: You don't know what you're missing. Danny ignored her advances and headed across the room to Lindsay. When he got to her, she smiled at him.
"Cut the shit, Erin."
"You talk to all the girls that way?" she shot back.
Danny chuckled. "Only the ones that get under my skin."
"Mission accomplished..." Erin laughed.
"Hardly." Danny pulled the picture of Chloe Phillips out and set it on the table top. "You know her?"
"That's Alice. Yeah. I know her."
"You seen her in the last few days?"
"A couple nights ago, I guess. We went up to our spot with Bucky."
"You and Alice have a spot?" Danny asked, cocking an eye brow up.
Erin smiled slowly. She took one last puff of her cigarette then ground it out on the table top. "You know what they say, love is blind."
"You and Alice were--"
"Sorta."
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"That means, Detective, that we liked each other's company. I liked her. She liked me. Bucky liked us both," she answered.
Danny nodded, slowly. "I see. You three were really good friends."
"Friends with benefits."
"Um... Yeah... So, tell me about the night on the bridge," he coaxed.
"We went up there to get high. We had been drinking some, I guess, and that just wasn't doin' it for us. We needed something a lot more fun to do. We had never had sex in the park, so we went there to do that. Anyway, Bucky passed out before we really got the party started, ya know? All I know is that one minute we were all three in the car, having a good time, getting all hot and what have ya, and the next, I was passed out, too. That's all I remember. I woke up and Alice wasn't in the car, I just figured she decided to walk home, because she did this a lot. And I drove Bucky to Maurice's. That's all I know," Erin explained.
Danny nodded, unsurely. "Quick question: you sure, you didn't hear anything?"
Erin's eyes blazed. "I told ya that I didn't. I passed out. I was taking X."
"The tox came back positive on Alice that she was only drinking and smokin' pot."
Erin sighed as she reach up and scratched her eye brow. "Alice wasn't into X."
"Bucky take any?"
"He gave it to me... Probably..."
"Why wasn't Ashley, Michelle, and Kris with you guys?" Danny asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Alice was gettin' real tired of the three of them. Ash wants a boob job, Michelle wants a nose job, and Kris wants lipo. Alice told them she was against plastic surgery, but they wouldn't listen. They were hell-bent on getting the work done and wouldn't take no for an answer. She didn't want them to come along. They were crampin' her style, if you catch my drift," Erin told him.
"Oh... Yeah... I guess so..."
"Well, all I know is what I heard."
Danny nodded.
"You need anything else?" Erin asked, sweetly.
Danny glanced over at a bag that was lying next to the window, a silver colored strap sticking out of it. "Those your clothes?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I need to take your shoes," he answered.
"Ooh. Kinky," Erin giggled.
Danny blushed, even though he knew better. "I can't disclose any information right now, but I need them for the investigation."
"Oh. Sure," she reach over and picked the bag up. She set it down on the table top and pulled out the sparkling silver shoes that were very similiar to the ones he had gotten from Michelle, Ashley, and Kris. "Here ya go."
Danny took the shoes, noting the broken heal that was sticking up from the bag. He reach in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, pretending to check it for messages, as he took a quick picture of the broken heel. Erin didn't notice him do this.
"Break a heel? Bummer..." Danny pushed his cell phone back into his pocket as he spoke.
Erin looked down, noticing the heel for the first time; she proceeded to push it back into her bag. Still oblivious to Danny snapping the picture to have Adam look over when he and Lindsay got back to the lab.
"Yeah. It sucks." Erin smiled sweetly. "I just--I meant to throw it away. The shoe was a total loss."
Danny nodded, putting the shoes in a paper bag he had brought along. After a moment, he stood up. "Thanks for your time, Miss Fowler. I'll get these shoes back to ya as soon as possible," he told her, putting on the charm.
Erin stood up and smiled at Danny. He noticed for the first time that she had her belly button pierced. He couldn't help, but stare at it. There was just something about a girl with a belly ring that got Danny to take notice. Such a barbaric ritual, he had often thought, but that was a contradiction in itself, because he couldn't help but find it to be equally as hot.
"Like it?" Erin asked, noticing his stare.
Danny looked up. "Sorry." He was blushing now. "It's nice. Did it hurt?"
She fingered the dangling dragonfly that hung from her belly button. "Just a little bit."
Danny nodded as he stepped around the table.
"You and that Montana girl really together?" Erin asked, eying him sheepishly.
"We're friends," Danny answered, even though he didn't have to indulge any information to her.
Erin nodded. She reach out and touched his chest, softly. "You ever wanna have a fun time, call me, Big Boy."
Danny snickered. "Tempting. But I don't think so."
Erin pushed her hands against her hips as if to say: You don't know what you're missing. Danny ignored her advances and headed across the room to Lindsay. When he got to her, she smiled at him.
CH 9
Erin Fowler was a pretty girl by her own right.
She was petite with cherry colored hair that was cut short to her face. Her eyes were a deep set of blue and she had Angelina Jolie lips. None of this made sense. Danny and Lindsay had expected to meet an over weight girl with greasy hair, pimples, and very low self-esteem. But she was the total opposite of that. She was confident, pretty, in shape, and didn't have a blemish on her face. Why did she need to follow Alice Langston around like some kind of lap-dog, hoping to be noticed?
The two Detectives set across from her at the small plastic table, next to the indoor pool. Erin was wearing a bikini and nothing else.
"You know why we're here, don't cha, Erin?" Danny asked.
She smiled. "You talked to Michelle, Ash, and Kris--didn't ya?"
Danny nodded.
"They don't like me. Did they tell ya that?" she continued.
Danny nodded once more.
"I bet you was a looker in highschool," she turned her attention to Lindsay.
Lindsay shifted uncomfortably. She glanced over to Danny who offered nothing in return much as she had when he had been hit on by Ashley DuGray.
"Com'n. You're so pretty--simple, yes--but pretty. I bet all the boys were after ya," Erin continued, not moving her eyes from Lindsay as she spoke.
Lindsay cleared her throat. "I was average looking, I guess."
"Modest girl. You're not from here, are ya?"
Lindsay shook her head. "Montana, actually."
Erin nodded, thoughtfully. "Now, we know why she's so modest," she turned to Danny.
Danny nodded in agreement.
Erin licked her thick lips. "You're from here. I can tell."
Danny tilted his head. "I am."
"You have that look about ya. I bet you've broken a few hearts in yo time, huh?"
He glanced over to Lindsay. "A few, I guess."
"Uh, I see what's goin' on here. You two have somethin' brewin'."
"We have nothing brewin'!" Lindsay cut in, her annoyance showing over her face.
Erin set back, putting her hand up. "He's hot, I don't blame ya."
"Miss, this is an investigation into a murder. Do you understand what that means?" Lindsay asked, keeping her composure as she spoke.
Erin nodded.
"Then, would you be so kind as not to hit on my partner while we're trying to ask you questions?" she demanded, her voice rising slightly as she spoke.
Erin grinned. "I think it boosts his ego."
"I think you need to stop--now!" Lindsay shouted.
Danny put his hand up. "Ladies. Corners."
Lindsay and Erin looked at him: Lindsay looked annoyed; Erin looked amused.
After a moment, the younger woman reach into her bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you mind?"
Lindsay said nothing and Danny shook his head.
Erin took the cigarette out and lit it. She took a slow drag, closing her eyes as she did so. She opened them after a moment and smiled at Danny who was still watching her. Lindsay had turned her attention to the pool, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Want one?" Erin asked, gesturing the pack to Danny.
Any other time he would have taken one, but he didn't want to over-step his bounds. Lindsay had taken Ashley's blatant flirtation with him quite well, but with Erin, it was different somehow. She didn't trust this girl and she didn't like that was trying to be sweet as pie to Danny. Like, he would just break down and do whatever she wanted. Cha, right. That was not the way Danny Messer played the game.
"No, thanks," Danny waved them away. He wanted one, but he wasn't about to piss Lindsay off any more than she already was.
Erin shrugged as she took another puff of her cigarette. "You got questions?" she asked, after a moment.
Danny glanced over to Lindsay. "You want me to take this?"
She nodded, standing up and walking across the room to the entrance. After she left the two of them alone, Danny turned back to Erin.
She was petite with cherry colored hair that was cut short to her face. Her eyes were a deep set of blue and she had Angelina Jolie lips. None of this made sense. Danny and Lindsay had expected to meet an over weight girl with greasy hair, pimples, and very low self-esteem. But she was the total opposite of that. She was confident, pretty, in shape, and didn't have a blemish on her face. Why did she need to follow Alice Langston around like some kind of lap-dog, hoping to be noticed?
The two Detectives set across from her at the small plastic table, next to the indoor pool. Erin was wearing a bikini and nothing else.
"You know why we're here, don't cha, Erin?" Danny asked.
She smiled. "You talked to Michelle, Ash, and Kris--didn't ya?"
Danny nodded.
"They don't like me. Did they tell ya that?" she continued.
Danny nodded once more.
"I bet you was a looker in highschool," she turned her attention to Lindsay.
Lindsay shifted uncomfortably. She glanced over to Danny who offered nothing in return much as she had when he had been hit on by Ashley DuGray.
"Com'n. You're so pretty--simple, yes--but pretty. I bet all the boys were after ya," Erin continued, not moving her eyes from Lindsay as she spoke.
Lindsay cleared her throat. "I was average looking, I guess."
"Modest girl. You're not from here, are ya?"
Lindsay shook her head. "Montana, actually."
Erin nodded, thoughtfully. "Now, we know why she's so modest," she turned to Danny.
Danny nodded in agreement.
Erin licked her thick lips. "You're from here. I can tell."
Danny tilted his head. "I am."
"You have that look about ya. I bet you've broken a few hearts in yo time, huh?"
He glanced over to Lindsay. "A few, I guess."
"Uh, I see what's goin' on here. You two have somethin' brewin'."
"We have nothing brewin'!" Lindsay cut in, her annoyance showing over her face.
Erin set back, putting her hand up. "He's hot, I don't blame ya."
"Miss, this is an investigation into a murder. Do you understand what that means?" Lindsay asked, keeping her composure as she spoke.
Erin nodded.
"Then, would you be so kind as not to hit on my partner while we're trying to ask you questions?" she demanded, her voice rising slightly as she spoke.
Erin grinned. "I think it boosts his ego."
"I think you need to stop--now!" Lindsay shouted.
Danny put his hand up. "Ladies. Corners."
Lindsay and Erin looked at him: Lindsay looked annoyed; Erin looked amused.
After a moment, the younger woman reach into her bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you mind?"
Lindsay said nothing and Danny shook his head.
Erin took the cigarette out and lit it. She took a slow drag, closing her eyes as she did so. She opened them after a moment and smiled at Danny who was still watching her. Lindsay had turned her attention to the pool, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Want one?" Erin asked, gesturing the pack to Danny.
Any other time he would have taken one, but he didn't want to over-step his bounds. Lindsay had taken Ashley's blatant flirtation with him quite well, but with Erin, it was different somehow. She didn't trust this girl and she didn't like that was trying to be sweet as pie to Danny. Like, he would just break down and do whatever she wanted. Cha, right. That was not the way Danny Messer played the game.
"No, thanks," Danny waved them away. He wanted one, but he wasn't about to piss Lindsay off any more than she already was.
Erin shrugged as she took another puff of her cigarette. "You got questions?" she asked, after a moment.
Danny glanced over to Lindsay. "You want me to take this?"
She nodded, standing up and walking across the room to the entrance. After she left the two of them alone, Danny turned back to Erin.
if ya MESSER with fire, you're gonna get BURNed
Aiden could hold her own with Danny. That's what I liked about her and they could tease each other and have fun.
Lindsay, on the other hand, just doesn't seem to be able to joke and tease around with Danny like that. She was always trying to one up him. She whined about doing "new girl" stuff, about having to interrogate a mother, getting pissy when Danny called her Montana.
Aiden did her job and never acted like a big baby. Aiden never whined around. She just put Danny in his place and they were great friends not just co-workers. I liked Season 1 with Aiden and she worked a lot of cases with Danny, which I can stomach much better than watching him work with Lindsay.
(i couldn't have put it better myself. i totally agree with the above comments, b/c that's exactly what i've been screamin' for months about lindsay. she's such a whiney lil baby and she's mean to danny. aiden was not mean to danny--she could joke around with him like in HUSH and she could put him in his place like in DOVE COMMISSION. lindsay just wants to hurt his feeling and get pissy with him when he calls her montana like in MANHATTAN MANHUNT when he meant nothing bad about in calling her by a nickname. whatever, lindsay monroe!)
Season 2 Danny and Lindsay was just painful to watch and that made me miss Aiden that much more. So far Season 3 has turned out to be pretty good mainly because there's been little to no DL interaction.
(totally agree here, too. i can't stand to see lindsay and danny interacting sometimes. it just seems so forced to me. at times, it's kinda believable like in FARE GAME at the end when they're eating the bugs, but there are other times that just neausate me like in SLEIGHT OF HAND with that lame ass attempt by lindsay to kiss danny at the end of the episode. it made my stomache hurt just watching that!)
i found this at talkcsifiles.com 1csimfan wrote this comment a while back when everyone was debating on the exit/death of aiden burn on csi:ny. some of the girls were saying that they didn't like aiden quite as much as they liked lindsay b/c aiden was too much like danny, where as lindsay was the total opposite and a better contrast with danny. (whatever!)
4.11.2007
LUCKIEST BI-O-TCH IN THE WORLD!!!
beautiful-nla saw carmine giovinazzo on the street in california.
she is sooooo lucky!
i wish i lived in california.
i would be out on the street, looking for carmine 24/7. :)
i've been wanting to go up to new york city when they're tapin' csi:ny and hangin' out on the street, hopin' to be an extra. i would just stand there in awe of carmine's hotness, i am sure. i'd be like: "oh, my God! you are so hot!" and try and reach out to him, but not get close enough to him, then feel stupid because i would just be standin' there with my arm out stretched to this gorgeous man who is oblivious of my existence. he'd look at me and think: "what the hell?" and then back away from me, tell security: "there's a looney girl out there, keep her away from me." and i'd never see him again, get an autograph, or a kiss. :(
yep. that's what would happen to me if i ever met him. either that or i'd squeal like a little girl and he'd get scared and hide from me in some ritzy restaraunt that i'd never be able to legitimately step foot in to, because i look like a hobo.
she is sooooo lucky!
i wish i lived in california.
i would be out on the street, looking for carmine 24/7. :)
i've been wanting to go up to new york city when they're tapin' csi:ny and hangin' out on the street, hopin' to be an extra. i would just stand there in awe of carmine's hotness, i am sure. i'd be like: "oh, my God! you are so hot!" and try and reach out to him, but not get close enough to him, then feel stupid because i would just be standin' there with my arm out stretched to this gorgeous man who is oblivious of my existence. he'd look at me and think: "what the hell?" and then back away from me, tell security: "there's a looney girl out there, keep her away from me." and i'd never see him again, get an autograph, or a kiss. :(
yep. that's what would happen to me if i ever met him. either that or i'd squeal like a little girl and he'd get scared and hide from me in some ritzy restaraunt that i'd never be able to legitimately step foot in to, because i look like a hobo.
"IT'S A GOAT"
tonight's episode of CSI:NY was very pleasing, indeed.
it focused on the forensics and the case enough to keep everything happin'.
but it did have some humor here and there to make us smile:
--danny with his fascination of the rat with an ear on it's back
--flack questioning the horse guy and guy askin' him if he could get his horse back, flack just walks away
--danny's lil speech about how he can deal with dead bodies: floaters, little old ladies cut up into tiny pieces, but he had just seen a rat with an ear on it's back and it freaked him out (my words, not his)
--maniacle laughter by the killer at the end of the show, too creepy
it was an interesting storyline actually: three deaths all connected by a terminal illness/suicide assistance pact. peyton gettin' knocked into the hood of the ME van and her dead body being stolen. they fish it out of the river, and ta da! it's not a dead body after all. the guy's in hybernation mode. totally freaky, right? then, turns out it's experimental and what have ya.
i liked it.
and the best part???
that would be the fact that danny and lindsay had NO SCREEN TIME what-so-ever!!! life is good as far as i'm concerned. no lame flirting from linds. no puppy dog eyes from dan-o. yep, the stars have aligned and decided to shine down on me and give me one episode without danny/lindsay interaction.
i should celebrate this ground-breaking event with... champagne? (God no!) wine? (i don't think so...) beer? (yep) budweiser? (why the hell not?)
excuse me while i go drink myself happy. :)
--mandy--
it focused on the forensics and the case enough to keep everything happin'.
but it did have some humor here and there to make us smile:
--danny with his fascination of the rat with an ear on it's back
--flack questioning the horse guy and guy askin' him if he could get his horse back, flack just walks away
--danny's lil speech about how he can deal with dead bodies: floaters, little old ladies cut up into tiny pieces, but he had just seen a rat with an ear on it's back and it freaked him out (my words, not his)
--maniacle laughter by the killer at the end of the show, too creepy
it was an interesting storyline actually: three deaths all connected by a terminal illness/suicide assistance pact. peyton gettin' knocked into the hood of the ME van and her dead body being stolen. they fish it out of the river, and ta da! it's not a dead body after all. the guy's in hybernation mode. totally freaky, right? then, turns out it's experimental and what have ya.
i liked it.
and the best part???
that would be the fact that danny and lindsay had NO SCREEN TIME what-so-ever!!! life is good as far as i'm concerned. no lame flirting from linds. no puppy dog eyes from dan-o. yep, the stars have aligned and decided to shine down on me and give me one episode without danny/lindsay interaction.
i should celebrate this ground-breaking event with... champagne? (God no!) wine? (i don't think so...) beer? (yep) budweiser? (why the hell not?)
excuse me while i go drink myself happy. :)
--mandy--
4.10.2007
SEASON 2
i am sooooo excited, all.
guess what?
i special ordered season 2 of CSI:NY!!!
:) ;) :) ;) :) ;) :) ;) :) ;)
yep.
i can't wait to get it. i will probably do exactly the same thing i did with s1 when i first got it: watch all the danny-centric episodes over and over again, then watch the dvd's in order #1 thru special features. i'll probably turn on the audio commentaries and listen to it just because i love it when the creator/writers comment on carmine giovinazzo.
awww...
my name is mandy and i am a csi:ny-aholic. don't even try to cure me! :)
if ya MESSER with fire, you're gonna get BURNed!
guess what?
i special ordered season 2 of CSI:NY!!!
:) ;) :) ;) :) ;) :) ;) :) ;)
yep.
i can't wait to get it. i will probably do exactly the same thing i did with s1 when i first got it: watch all the danny-centric episodes over and over again, then watch the dvd's in order #1 thru special features. i'll probably turn on the audio commentaries and listen to it just because i love it when the creator/writers comment on carmine giovinazzo.
awww...
my name is mandy and i am a csi:ny-aholic. don't even try to cure me! :)
if ya MESSER with fire, you're gonna get BURNed!
4.06.2007
GANGSTA PRANKSTA
***technically this has nothing to do with carmine giovinazzo, but it does have to do with the episode: TANGLEWOOD and sonny sassone.***
question: have any of ya'll watched GILMORE GIRLS in the last couple of years???
why do i ask?
well, b/c i watch it. but the main reason i ask is b/c luke's sister liz is married to a guy named t.j. and t.j. is basically a dumb-ass. he's the comic relief, kinda like kirk is...
anyway, i was watching s1 of CSI:NY and in the episode TANGLEWOOD, they introduce the character of sonny sassone. he's supposed to be part of the italian gang that danny's brother louie is part of, right? well, the character of sonny is played by the same guy who plays t.j. on GILMORE GIRLS.
now, usually this wouldn't bother me, a funny guy playin' a gangster, but com'n! it's hard for me not to crack up everytime i see the kid actin' all gangsta and tough like: "ask danny messer, he'll tell ya if i'm goin' to sing-sing. i know all 'bout danny and he knows all 'bout tanglewood."
it's hard for me to take him seriously for several different reasons:
1. he's always screwin' up on GG.
2. he wore tights during his wedding to liz.
3. he kept going on and on about how he had "breathing room" in said tights.
4. he was telling random people in LUKE'S that he was in essgroe.
5. he just says dumb-ass stuff all the time.
i'm sure i could go on and on about this, but i won't. it's not that he's a terrible actor anything like that, in fact, he's pretty good. but everytime i see TANGELWOOD, i find myself thinkin' about t.j. in tights and him telling everyone he meets: "i'm in essgroe."
ha ha!
question: have any of ya'll watched GILMORE GIRLS in the last couple of years???
why do i ask?
well, b/c i watch it. but the main reason i ask is b/c luke's sister liz is married to a guy named t.j. and t.j. is basically a dumb-ass. he's the comic relief, kinda like kirk is...
anyway, i was watching s1 of CSI:NY and in the episode TANGLEWOOD, they introduce the character of sonny sassone. he's supposed to be part of the italian gang that danny's brother louie is part of, right? well, the character of sonny is played by the same guy who plays t.j. on GILMORE GIRLS.
now, usually this wouldn't bother me, a funny guy playin' a gangster, but com'n! it's hard for me not to crack up everytime i see the kid actin' all gangsta and tough like: "ask danny messer, he'll tell ya if i'm goin' to sing-sing. i know all 'bout danny and he knows all 'bout tanglewood."
it's hard for me to take him seriously for several different reasons:
1. he's always screwin' up on GG.
2. he wore tights during his wedding to liz.
3. he kept going on and on about how he had "breathing room" in said tights.
4. he was telling random people in LUKE'S that he was in essgroe.
5. he just says dumb-ass stuff all the time.
i'm sure i could go on and on about this, but i won't. it's not that he's a terrible actor anything like that, in fact, he's pretty good. but everytime i see TANGELWOOD, i find myself thinkin' about t.j. in tights and him telling everyone he meets: "i'm in essgroe."
ha ha!
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