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...

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?

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.

"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.

"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.

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.