i am obsessed with making music videos of CSI:NY on my computer. i have always wanted to know how those gifted girls do it on YOUTUBE and never thought i was capable of constucting one myself...
~BUT~
i figured out how to do it and i have gone mad-crazy with it! i have been making tons since i figured it out a few days ago. i love doing it, too. it's fun. it's exciting. it's creative. it's challenging.
i said i would never make a DL video cos ya know how i feel about that pairing...
~BUT~
i've made 2 videos centering around their love story.
call off the lynch-mob! ((i only made them for my mom))
now, if i could just figure out how to add actual video from the show and upload it to YOUTUBE, life would be perfectly complete!
PEACE LOVE & DANNY MESSER
--mandy--
1.31.2008
1.30.2008
ALL IN THE FAMILY
ok. so ya'll know i absolutely loved the episode, CHILD'S PLAY, inwhich the lil boy danny was babysitting for the day was murdered, right???
well, in ALL IN THE FAMILY, the story continues (so to speak) danny has to hunt down ruben's mom before she shoots the baddie who caused her son's death with danny's gun! danny disappears, lindsay is concerned, she asks flack to find him. flack goes to danny's apartment and finds a pic of the dead kid with some numbers that looked to be a phone number danny had jotted down on top of the pic, so he takes it to lindsay who does the science thing and figures out what the numbers really are: a telephone number, to the parole officer assigned to the convict. flack tracks danny down outside his office and asks him why he's wasting his time & jeopardizing his career to catch scum like him...danny explains that ruben's mom came by his apartment earlier in the day and stole his gun...flack tells him to turn her in before she shoots someone and they blame danny...danny says no, he won't make things worse for her. flack doesn't like it, but he agrees to give danny time to find her (and he'll even help him)
so...the two of them split the list of possible jobs/hangouts of the perp. while waiting outside one of them, danny spots the perp and ruben's mom! he follows them. meanwhile, flack puts an APB out on danny's cell phone after he don't answer his calls. flack finds danny's motorcycle on the street and heads down the street to find him. flack finds danny with the perp and rikki, who has his gun drawed on the baddie, ready to kill him dead.
danny intervenes and tells rikki that if she wants to kill someone for her lil boy's death, she should shoot him, cos he was responsible for getting him home safe & sound that morning. rikki gives the gun over to danny, in the end.
it's very dramatic. danny hugs her and lets her cry on him. he doesn't wanna turn her in, cos he feels like she's been thru enough and she doesn't deserve to be punished any further.
flack, on the other hand, gives danny an hour and says that he'd better bring rikki in and fill out a report, cos she stole his gun and hunted down a felon with intent to kill...
danny tells him he'll do the right thing, just give him time.
at the end of the episode, flack is at his desk, waiting for danny. danny and rikki come into the squad room, and flack has angell take her to booking. he assures danny that he's already called ahead and she won't have to spend the night in jail. he also tells danny that he doen't need to beat himself up over ruben's death, cos it wasn't his fault. he tells him that he needs to move on, it's time.
danny asks flack how he's supposed to do that...
then, it goes off.
FOR GOOD???
i hope not.
i hope the strike ends soon.
i need to know all about what happens to danny...
~does he deal with ruben's death?
~move on?
~hook up with rikki and break lindsay's fragile lil heart?
i need to know what happens b/t flack & angell...
~did they go out for that irish coffee?
~did they do the nasty afterwards?
~do they become partners?
i need to know what happens to rikki...
~does she really not spend a night in jail?
~does she get charged with stealing danny's gun?
~does she get charged with trying to murder a perp?
~does she ever grieve over her dead son properly?
~does she seduce danny messer like we are all hoping for?
ALL THE QUESTIONS!
SO LIL ANSWERS!
--mandy--
well, in ALL IN THE FAMILY, the story continues (so to speak) danny has to hunt down ruben's mom before she shoots the baddie who caused her son's death with danny's gun! danny disappears, lindsay is concerned, she asks flack to find him. flack goes to danny's apartment and finds a pic of the dead kid with some numbers that looked to be a phone number danny had jotted down on top of the pic, so he takes it to lindsay who does the science thing and figures out what the numbers really are: a telephone number, to the parole officer assigned to the convict. flack tracks danny down outside his office and asks him why he's wasting his time & jeopardizing his career to catch scum like him...danny explains that ruben's mom came by his apartment earlier in the day and stole his gun...flack tells him to turn her in before she shoots someone and they blame danny...danny says no, he won't make things worse for her. flack doesn't like it, but he agrees to give danny time to find her (and he'll even help him)
so...the two of them split the list of possible jobs/hangouts of the perp. while waiting outside one of them, danny spots the perp and ruben's mom! he follows them. meanwhile, flack puts an APB out on danny's cell phone after he don't answer his calls. flack finds danny's motorcycle on the street and heads down the street to find him. flack finds danny with the perp and rikki, who has his gun drawed on the baddie, ready to kill him dead.
danny intervenes and tells rikki that if she wants to kill someone for her lil boy's death, she should shoot him, cos he was responsible for getting him home safe & sound that morning. rikki gives the gun over to danny, in the end.
it's very dramatic. danny hugs her and lets her cry on him. he doesn't wanna turn her in, cos he feels like she's been thru enough and she doesn't deserve to be punished any further.
flack, on the other hand, gives danny an hour and says that he'd better bring rikki in and fill out a report, cos she stole his gun and hunted down a felon with intent to kill...
danny tells him he'll do the right thing, just give him time.
at the end of the episode, flack is at his desk, waiting for danny. danny and rikki come into the squad room, and flack has angell take her to booking. he assures danny that he's already called ahead and she won't have to spend the night in jail. he also tells danny that he doen't need to beat himself up over ruben's death, cos it wasn't his fault. he tells him that he needs to move on, it's time.
danny asks flack how he's supposed to do that...
then, it goes off.
FOR GOOD???
i hope not.
i hope the strike ends soon.
i need to know all about what happens to danny...
~does he deal with ruben's death?
~move on?
~hook up with rikki and break lindsay's fragile lil heart?
i need to know what happens b/t flack & angell...
~did they go out for that irish coffee?
~did they do the nasty afterwards?
~do they become partners?
i need to know what happens to rikki...
~does she really not spend a night in jail?
~does she get charged with stealing danny's gun?
~does she get charged with trying to murder a perp?
~does she ever grieve over her dead son properly?
~does she seduce danny messer like we are all hoping for?
ALL THE QUESTIONS!
SO LIL ANSWERS!
--mandy--
1.16.2008
WHOO-HOO!!!
i finally finished posting BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS, took me long enough.
i apologize, ya'll.
i was busy over the summer with ike and all those silly wedding plans...
then...i dunno...things just kept happening:
HOSPITAL STAY OVER-NITE
IKE WENT BACK TO NC
IKE & ME BROKE UP
HALLOWEEN
MY 24th B-DAY
THANKSGIVING
CHRISTMAS
NEW YEAR'S
but i finally finished out the last 2 chapters.
yay!
--mandy--
i apologize, ya'll.
i was busy over the summer with ike and all those silly wedding plans...
then...i dunno...things just kept happening:
HOSPITAL STAY OVER-NITE
IKE WENT BACK TO NC
IKE & ME BROKE UP
HALLOWEEN
MY 24th B-DAY
THANKSGIVING
CHRISTMAS
NEW YEAR'S
but i finally finished out the last 2 chapters.
yay!
--mandy--
* * *
Danny pushed Ashley against the wall. He kissed her feverishly, wanting to ravish her right there in the hallway. But he knew that he had to maintain himself, and get her into his apartment. He pulled away and stepped over to his door. Ashley hung onto him from behind, kissing his neck as he unlocked the door.
Once inside the apartment, they resumed their dance. They kissed each other, hungarly. It was dark in the apartment and they were stumbling over everything in their path, but neither of them cared.
The answering machine clicked on. Danny's voice echoed through the main room, but he ignored it. Ashley wrestled away from his grasp.
"You think you aught to--"
Danny cut her off with a kiss. "It isn't work. They call me on my cell."
Ashley returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. She moved her lips over his cheek and onto his ear. She tugged at the lobe, nibbling. She leaned up and whispered in his ear something dirty. Danny chuckled as she spoke. He liked it when a girl talked dirty to him.
Danny held her close to his body, running his fingers over her silky smooth skin. She was twenty-one, sure, and she had been a key player in a murder investigation, but there was a definite attraction there. She had liked him from the first moment she had lay eyes on him and after talking to her for almost an hour at the bar, he had found himself liking her back. What was one night? He needed to have fun. Besides, she wasn't looking for a relationship any more than he was. It would be fine as long as Mac didn't find out.
He was a grown man. He could sleep with whoever he wanted to sleep with. Montana did not dictate his life. He liked women. And they liked him. Montana didn't want to be with him. She had no say in this. She was not his girlfriend and he would not feel bad for what he was about to do with this pretty, funny, smart girl.
Ashley interrupted his thoughts by tugging at his belt. He stopped her. She stared up at him, a little confused.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"No. Let's go into the bedroom. I like the bedroom."
"Oh," Ashley smiled wickedly at him. He grinned back, his blue eyes flashing.
Ashley leaned over and kissed Danny once more--long and passionate. She pulled back, then, she reach out and took his hand in hers. He gripped her hand back, letting her be in control. She tugged him across the room, down the hallway, into the bedroom.
They needed each other in that moment.
Ashley needed some fun.
Danny needed to lose control.
Danny pushed Ashley against the wall. He kissed her feverishly, wanting to ravish her right there in the hallway. But he knew that he had to maintain himself, and get her into his apartment. He pulled away and stepped over to his door. Ashley hung onto him from behind, kissing his neck as he unlocked the door.
Once inside the apartment, they resumed their dance. They kissed each other, hungarly. It was dark in the apartment and they were stumbling over everything in their path, but neither of them cared.
The answering machine clicked on. Danny's voice echoed through the main room, but he ignored it. Ashley wrestled away from his grasp.
"You think you aught to--"
Danny cut her off with a kiss. "It isn't work. They call me on my cell."
Ashley returned his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. She moved her lips over his cheek and onto his ear. She tugged at the lobe, nibbling. She leaned up and whispered in his ear something dirty. Danny chuckled as she spoke. He liked it when a girl talked dirty to him.
Danny held her close to his body, running his fingers over her silky smooth skin. She was twenty-one, sure, and she had been a key player in a murder investigation, but there was a definite attraction there. She had liked him from the first moment she had lay eyes on him and after talking to her for almost an hour at the bar, he had found himself liking her back. What was one night? He needed to have fun. Besides, she wasn't looking for a relationship any more than he was. It would be fine as long as Mac didn't find out.
He was a grown man. He could sleep with whoever he wanted to sleep with. Montana did not dictate his life. He liked women. And they liked him. Montana didn't want to be with him. She had no say in this. She was not his girlfriend and he would not feel bad for what he was about to do with this pretty, funny, smart girl.
Ashley interrupted his thoughts by tugging at his belt. He stopped her. She stared up at him, a little confused.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"No. Let's go into the bedroom. I like the bedroom."
"Oh," Ashley smiled wickedly at him. He grinned back, his blue eyes flashing.
Ashley leaned over and kissed Danny once more--long and passionate. She pulled back, then, she reach out and took his hand in hers. He gripped her hand back, letting her be in control. She tugged him across the room, down the hallway, into the bedroom.
They needed each other in that moment.
Ashley needed some fun.
Danny needed to lose control.
* * *
Abby stared at the number in her hand for a moment. She wanted to call him. She wanted to tell him that she was coming to New York. Let him know that it wouldn't be much longer until they got to see one another. But fear kept her from doing anything about it. She just couldn't bring herself to dial his number.
She was in a Hotel room--not because she wanted to be there, but because Horatio had made her stay there. The room was the size of her livingroom and she liked the view. But home was someplace else.
Abby turned from the phone and set back against the headboard. She held the small slip of paper the palm of her hand, reading the numbers over and over inside her head. She sighed. Just a few buttons needed to be pushed and the ringing would begin. Despite her fears, she decided to do it.
She reach over and took the phone up in her hand. She pushed the buttons nimbly, like a pro. She waited. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Click:
A chuckle. "How ya doin'? Danny Messer. Can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, call ya back. Later."
Beep!
Abby held the phone--breathing into the reciever. She tried to speak, but nothing would come. She pushed the reciever down and lay her head back against the headboard with a sigh. She wanted to sleep and forget about everything. But she knew that sleep was still hours away.
Abby stared at the number in her hand for a moment. She wanted to call him. She wanted to tell him that she was coming to New York. Let him know that it wouldn't be much longer until they got to see one another. But fear kept her from doing anything about it. She just couldn't bring herself to dial his number.
She was in a Hotel room--not because she wanted to be there, but because Horatio had made her stay there. The room was the size of her livingroom and she liked the view. But home was someplace else.
Abby turned from the phone and set back against the headboard. She held the small slip of paper the palm of her hand, reading the numbers over and over inside her head. She sighed. Just a few buttons needed to be pushed and the ringing would begin. Despite her fears, she decided to do it.
She reach over and took the phone up in her hand. She pushed the buttons nimbly, like a pro. She waited. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Click:
A chuckle. "How ya doin'? Danny Messer. Can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, call ya back. Later."
Beep!
Abby held the phone--breathing into the reciever. She tried to speak, but nothing would come. She pushed the reciever down and lay her head back against the headboard with a sigh. She wanted to sleep and forget about everything. But she knew that sleep was still hours away.
* * *
Ashley DuGray noticed the Detective from across the room. She set at the small booth, wishing the boy across from her would just shut the hell up. He was a Chelsea University student and he was boring her to tears. She decided to make her get away.
When she had first spotted Detective Messer, he was with another man. Moments later, he had disappeared into the back. She had thought for sure he had left, but he had returned a few minutes later, set back down, drank some coffee, had small talk with the other man. They were obviously friends. Then, the tall drink of water had left. Detective Messer remained at the table, alone.
Ashley had watched him for so long now that she doubted she could muster the courage to talk to him. Nerve was one thing--courage was something entirely different. She wanted to talk to him and she had the nerve, because in all actuallity he was just a guy, but the courage to do it was something that she was afraid she didn't possess. Until the jerk she was sitting with suggested the two of them go back to his dorm room. Check, please.
"What'cha say? A little you. A little me. A little s-e-x."
Ashley made a face at the boy. His name was Steven. He was cute, but not handsome by any means. He was on scholarship for basketball and had a nice body, but he was obsessed with his car and Ashley didn't want a guy who was preoccupied with a car. She needed a man who could focus his energies intirely on her and her needs. Sure, he was offering sex, but only sex. Ashley wanted more. She glanced over to the Detective. She wanted him.
"This has been fun, really. But I need to be going. I have an early audition." Ashley stood up.
Steven stood up as well. "I'll walk ya--"
"No thanks. I can catch a cab."
"You sure?"
Ashley nodded.
"I'll call ya. Maybe we can hook up next week..." He reach over and rubbed his hand against her arm.
Ashley jerked away. "We'll see..." She turned and headed across the bar, pretending to leave. It was fairly crowded, so she knew that Steven wouldn't notice where she had went to. She walked up to the table, behind Danny. He didn't see her. He didn't hear her. He didn't sense her. She stared at his back for a moment: dirty blond hair--thin, red t-shirt, dark jeans, and a leather belt peeking through between them. She smiled to herself.
"Alone?"
Danny turned to look over his shoulder. It registered who she was in his mind and showed quite obviously over his handsome face. Ashley's smile broadened.
"Ashley DuGray. How are ya?" Danny asked, his words slurring a bit.
"I'm better... Thanks to you." Her voice was soft and Northern. A far cry from Lindsay Monroe.
"I just did my job," Danny answered.
Ashley nodded. She said nothing.
"You wanna sit?" Danny asked, his lids half closed as he stared up at her.
Ashley took his invitation and set down beside him. He smelled of cologne and beer. But it was a nice smell, not bad at all.
"You thirsty?" Danny asked.
"I don't drink."
"Riiiggghhht." Danny tipped his coffee mug back.
Ashley giggled as she pushed a piece of her coppery hair behind her ear. "Maybe a Coke."
"One Coke, then," Danny raised his arm to get the waiter's attention.
It was Tessa. She came to the table with a huge smile over her face. Obviously Flack had made her night. Danny gave her Ashley's order. Tessa jotted it down and headed back to the counter.
"I wanted to thank you for getting the guy who..."
Danny waved his hand. "No problem."
Ashley took that as a sign that he didn't want to talk about the case. All the better. She didn't feel much for talking about it herself. She stared down at the table top for a moment in silence.
"Wild night?"
Danny glanced about the table and took note of the beer that was there. "Not really."
"Drunk much?" Ashley continued, ignoring his modesty.
Danny chuckled under his breath. He glanced over at her. "Maybe just a little."
Ashley smiled back. Tessa set the Coke down before her, which stopped her from saying anything further. They both thanked the waitress, then watched as she went to her next customer.
"Enjoy that." Danny told her. "It's costin' me a dollar seventy-five."
Ashley grinned as she took a sip of her drink. "I'll savor every second of it. Promise."
Ashley DuGray noticed the Detective from across the room. She set at the small booth, wishing the boy across from her would just shut the hell up. He was a Chelsea University student and he was boring her to tears. She decided to make her get away.
When she had first spotted Detective Messer, he was with another man. Moments later, he had disappeared into the back. She had thought for sure he had left, but he had returned a few minutes later, set back down, drank some coffee, had small talk with the other man. They were obviously friends. Then, the tall drink of water had left. Detective Messer remained at the table, alone.
Ashley had watched him for so long now that she doubted she could muster the courage to talk to him. Nerve was one thing--courage was something entirely different. She wanted to talk to him and she had the nerve, because in all actuallity he was just a guy, but the courage to do it was something that she was afraid she didn't possess. Until the jerk she was sitting with suggested the two of them go back to his dorm room. Check, please.
"What'cha say? A little you. A little me. A little s-e-x."
Ashley made a face at the boy. His name was Steven. He was cute, but not handsome by any means. He was on scholarship for basketball and had a nice body, but he was obsessed with his car and Ashley didn't want a guy who was preoccupied with a car. She needed a man who could focus his energies intirely on her and her needs. Sure, he was offering sex, but only sex. Ashley wanted more. She glanced over to the Detective. She wanted him.
"This has been fun, really. But I need to be going. I have an early audition." Ashley stood up.
Steven stood up as well. "I'll walk ya--"
"No thanks. I can catch a cab."
"You sure?"
Ashley nodded.
"I'll call ya. Maybe we can hook up next week..." He reach over and rubbed his hand against her arm.
Ashley jerked away. "We'll see..." She turned and headed across the bar, pretending to leave. It was fairly crowded, so she knew that Steven wouldn't notice where she had went to. She walked up to the table, behind Danny. He didn't see her. He didn't hear her. He didn't sense her. She stared at his back for a moment: dirty blond hair--thin, red t-shirt, dark jeans, and a leather belt peeking through between them. She smiled to herself.
"Alone?"
Danny turned to look over his shoulder. It registered who she was in his mind and showed quite obviously over his handsome face. Ashley's smile broadened.
"Ashley DuGray. How are ya?" Danny asked, his words slurring a bit.
"I'm better... Thanks to you." Her voice was soft and Northern. A far cry from Lindsay Monroe.
"I just did my job," Danny answered.
Ashley nodded. She said nothing.
"You wanna sit?" Danny asked, his lids half closed as he stared up at her.
Ashley took his invitation and set down beside him. He smelled of cologne and beer. But it was a nice smell, not bad at all.
"You thirsty?" Danny asked.
"I don't drink."
"Riiiggghhht." Danny tipped his coffee mug back.
Ashley giggled as she pushed a piece of her coppery hair behind her ear. "Maybe a Coke."
"One Coke, then," Danny raised his arm to get the waiter's attention.
It was Tessa. She came to the table with a huge smile over her face. Obviously Flack had made her night. Danny gave her Ashley's order. Tessa jotted it down and headed back to the counter.
"I wanted to thank you for getting the guy who..."
Danny waved his hand. "No problem."
Ashley took that as a sign that he didn't want to talk about the case. All the better. She didn't feel much for talking about it herself. She stared down at the table top for a moment in silence.
"Wild night?"
Danny glanced about the table and took note of the beer that was there. "Not really."
"Drunk much?" Ashley continued, ignoring his modesty.
Danny chuckled under his breath. He glanced over at her. "Maybe just a little."
Ashley smiled back. Tessa set the Coke down before her, which stopped her from saying anything further. They both thanked the waitress, then watched as she went to her next customer.
"Enjoy that." Danny told her. "It's costin' me a dollar seventy-five."
Ashley grinned as she took a sip of her drink. "I'll savor every second of it. Promise."
CH 12
Flack tipped the last of his beer back and took a long swollow.
It was well near midnight and Adam had left half an hour earlier. It was now only Don Flack and Danny Messer seated at a table for four at Sullivan's. The pitcher was almost empty and neither of them were seeing very straight at the moment.
"Another round?" Flack asked, placing his glass down on the table.
Danny set, chair turned backwards, elbows on the table top and glasses removed. He shook his head. "I'm out."
Flack nodded, slowly. "I guess I aught to quit, too. But since when do I ever listen to myself?"
"That's reassuring..." Danny told his friend.
Flack chuckled. "Coffee?"
"Sounds good," Danny agreed.
Flack motioned for a waitress. A petite blond with a pretty smile approached. It was after shift-change, and she was new. He gave Danny a knowing look. Danny followed his lead.
"Could we get two coffees, Miss?"
"Sure." She jotted something down on her notepad. "Black?"
"I'll take it black," Danny answered.
She turned to Flack.
"Black... With sugar..."
She jotted the orders down and turned to head back to the counter. After she left, Flack grinned at Danny.
"She's into me."
"In your dreams, Don."
"Naw. I saw it. We had a connection just then."
"The alcohol is talkin', Man. She ain't interested."
"You're cute, Messer. Why don't you just leave the table so I can work my magic?" Flack asked.
Danny grinned at his best friend. "Are you serious?"
Flack pouted.
"Alright. Alright. I'll go to the bathroom and I'll leave ya two to it. Just don't touch my coffee."
Flack set back, folding his hands in his lap. "Thanks, Dan-o."
Danny got up and headed back to the restrooms. He meandered his way through the crowd. He entered the restroom and stepped over to the sink. No one was in the room with him and he could relax. He stared into the mirror for a moment--he looked tired. He wiped his eyes and shook himself from head-to-toe. He moved his neck, popped it, and rolled his shoulders to do the same. He had been thinking about Chloe Philips and her mom for most of the evening. That was the main reason as to why he had drank so much. Adam hadn't made it past two beers. Flack had joined Danny on his crusade, so he had drank more than usual. But now Danny regretted drinking so much. He was feeling the familiar tinge of a headache coming on and he knew that the morning light would bring one hell of a hang-over.
Danny turned the water on and let the tap run for a moment. He put his hands under the cool running water, savoring the feeling of something cold against his skin. He cupped some of the water in his palm and pulled it up to his face. He splashed the cool liquid against his face and groaned loudly. He let he water run for a minute or so more, head hung over the the sink, and eyes shut tight.
Five minutes passed. Ten. He figured Flack had scored with the pretty waitress and he decided to return to his table. No one had entered the restroom while he had been inside it. Danny liked it that way. He liked to be alone. Things were easier when he was alone. Simple. When Danny Messer was alone, he was in control.
He made his way out of the restroom and back into the main part of the bar. Flack was still sitting at their table--alone--but with a goofy grin over his face. Danny stepped up to him and took his seat once more. He waited. Flack only sipped at his coffee.
"I'm dyin' here. Did ya get her number or what?" he asked after a moment.
Flack gave him a smug look.
"Bastard..." Danny chuckled as he reach for his own coffee mug. He took a long sip of the hot coffee, letting it invade his mouth and throat with heat.
"Her name's Tessa. She's a Gemini."
"You did not ask her her sign, Don."
"No. She asked me mine."
Danny shook his head, more in amusement than anything else. He took another sip of his coffee, feeling sober by the minute. Part of him was grateful for the fogginess to be lifted from his body, but another part of him, hated that it was leaving him. Being numb from the world was better than having to feel anything real.
"You ok, Dan-o?" Flack suddenly asked.
Danny lifted his eyes to his friend. He looked serious. Danny bit his lip with a half-hearted smile. He shrugged as he ran his fingertip around the mug. He didn't want to talk about what he was feeling. Things were crazy between him and Lindsay. She still didn't trust him with her secrets. He hated that he hadn't been able to save Chloe Philips from that horrible creep. No girl deserved to die like she had. But this was life and Danny was used to disappointment.
"Montana still doesn't trust me."
Flack's blue eyes looked sincere for a moment. "She told me some stuff."
"I know."
"She told ya?"
"I asked."
"Oh." Flack took a sip of his coffee. "You pissed about that?"
Danny shrugged. "Naw. I think it's great that you and Montana can talk to each other."
Flack smiled. "She wants to talk to ya, Danny. Just give her time."
Danny exhaled. "Yeah. Give her time. I know the drill."
The two of them set in silence for a moment. Both sipping their coffees, respectively. About five minutes passed, both of them silent. There was just nothing more to say about Lindsay Monroe as far as the two men were concerned. She was a topic better left in silence.
Flack took the last sip of his coffee, placed the mug down on the table, then stood. He pulled his billfold out and placed a few bills on the table.
"You wanna grab a cab with me?" he asked as he placed his billfold back into his pocket.
Danny shook his head. "I think I'll walk."
"You sure?"
Danny nodded.
"'Aight. Hoops tomorrow?"
"Sure." Danny reach up and shook Flack's hand to seal the deal.
Flack left Danny seated alone at the table in the middle of Sullivan's.
It was well near midnight and Adam had left half an hour earlier. It was now only Don Flack and Danny Messer seated at a table for four at Sullivan's. The pitcher was almost empty and neither of them were seeing very straight at the moment.
"Another round?" Flack asked, placing his glass down on the table.
Danny set, chair turned backwards, elbows on the table top and glasses removed. He shook his head. "I'm out."
Flack nodded, slowly. "I guess I aught to quit, too. But since when do I ever listen to myself?"
"That's reassuring..." Danny told his friend.
Flack chuckled. "Coffee?"
"Sounds good," Danny agreed.
Flack motioned for a waitress. A petite blond with a pretty smile approached. It was after shift-change, and she was new. He gave Danny a knowing look. Danny followed his lead.
"Could we get two coffees, Miss?"
"Sure." She jotted something down on her notepad. "Black?"
"I'll take it black," Danny answered.
She turned to Flack.
"Black... With sugar..."
She jotted the orders down and turned to head back to the counter. After she left, Flack grinned at Danny.
"She's into me."
"In your dreams, Don."
"Naw. I saw it. We had a connection just then."
"The alcohol is talkin', Man. She ain't interested."
"You're cute, Messer. Why don't you just leave the table so I can work my magic?" Flack asked.
Danny grinned at his best friend. "Are you serious?"
Flack pouted.
"Alright. Alright. I'll go to the bathroom and I'll leave ya two to it. Just don't touch my coffee."
Flack set back, folding his hands in his lap. "Thanks, Dan-o."
Danny got up and headed back to the restrooms. He meandered his way through the crowd. He entered the restroom and stepped over to the sink. No one was in the room with him and he could relax. He stared into the mirror for a moment--he looked tired. He wiped his eyes and shook himself from head-to-toe. He moved his neck, popped it, and rolled his shoulders to do the same. He had been thinking about Chloe Philips and her mom for most of the evening. That was the main reason as to why he had drank so much. Adam hadn't made it past two beers. Flack had joined Danny on his crusade, so he had drank more than usual. But now Danny regretted drinking so much. He was feeling the familiar tinge of a headache coming on and he knew that the morning light would bring one hell of a hang-over.
Danny turned the water on and let the tap run for a moment. He put his hands under the cool running water, savoring the feeling of something cold against his skin. He cupped some of the water in his palm and pulled it up to his face. He splashed the cool liquid against his face and groaned loudly. He let he water run for a minute or so more, head hung over the the sink, and eyes shut tight.
Five minutes passed. Ten. He figured Flack had scored with the pretty waitress and he decided to return to his table. No one had entered the restroom while he had been inside it. Danny liked it that way. He liked to be alone. Things were easier when he was alone. Simple. When Danny Messer was alone, he was in control.
He made his way out of the restroom and back into the main part of the bar. Flack was still sitting at their table--alone--but with a goofy grin over his face. Danny stepped up to him and took his seat once more. He waited. Flack only sipped at his coffee.
"I'm dyin' here. Did ya get her number or what?" he asked after a moment.
Flack gave him a smug look.
"Bastard..." Danny chuckled as he reach for his own coffee mug. He took a long sip of the hot coffee, letting it invade his mouth and throat with heat.
"Her name's Tessa. She's a Gemini."
"You did not ask her her sign, Don."
"No. She asked me mine."
Danny shook his head, more in amusement than anything else. He took another sip of his coffee, feeling sober by the minute. Part of him was grateful for the fogginess to be lifted from his body, but another part of him, hated that it was leaving him. Being numb from the world was better than having to feel anything real.
"You ok, Dan-o?" Flack suddenly asked.
Danny lifted his eyes to his friend. He looked serious. Danny bit his lip with a half-hearted smile. He shrugged as he ran his fingertip around the mug. He didn't want to talk about what he was feeling. Things were crazy between him and Lindsay. She still didn't trust him with her secrets. He hated that he hadn't been able to save Chloe Philips from that horrible creep. No girl deserved to die like she had. But this was life and Danny was used to disappointment.
"Montana still doesn't trust me."
Flack's blue eyes looked sincere for a moment. "She told me some stuff."
"I know."
"She told ya?"
"I asked."
"Oh." Flack took a sip of his coffee. "You pissed about that?"
Danny shrugged. "Naw. I think it's great that you and Montana can talk to each other."
Flack smiled. "She wants to talk to ya, Danny. Just give her time."
Danny exhaled. "Yeah. Give her time. I know the drill."
The two of them set in silence for a moment. Both sipping their coffees, respectively. About five minutes passed, both of them silent. There was just nothing more to say about Lindsay Monroe as far as the two men were concerned. She was a topic better left in silence.
Flack took the last sip of his coffee, placed the mug down on the table, then stood. He pulled his billfold out and placed a few bills on the table.
"You wanna grab a cab with me?" he asked as he placed his billfold back into his pocket.
Danny shook his head. "I think I'll walk."
"You sure?"
Danny nodded.
"'Aight. Hoops tomorrow?"
"Sure." Danny reach up and shook Flack's hand to seal the deal.
Flack left Danny seated alone at the table in the middle of Sullivan's.
* * *
Mac Taylor answered the phone on the third ring. He pushed the reciever up to his ear. "Taylor."
"Detective Taylor? This is Abby Donovan from Miami-Dade," came a soft southern drawl fromt the other end of the telephone.
Mac smiled. "Oh, yes. I've been meaning to call you."
"I know."
"Did you get my message?" Mac asked, reaching for the file that Horatio had sent to him about Abby Donovan.
"Yes."
"I think you'd be an asset to our team, Ms. Donovan. I hope you consider coming up here."
"That's what I wanted to speak with you about."
"Oh?" Mac felt an uneasy feeling creep into the pit of his stomach. He hoped she wasn't turning him down on his offer. "Please. Continue."
Abby was silent for a moment. Mac waited.
"I wanted to ask you if it would be possible if I could move my arrival date to next week."
Mac was silent for a moment. He moved his chair around so that his back was to the main lobby. "Any particular reason?" He couldn't help, but smile.
"It's personal."
"You can tell me, if you like."
"I don't want to burden you, Detective Taylor."
"Mac. Please."
Abby paused. "I don't want to burden you, Sir."
Mac smiled at her persistence. "I understand. But I will be your boss soon. And... I need to know that you trust me completely."
Abby sighed. "Horatio knows."
"Well, shouldn't I?" Mac chuckled.
Abby bit her bottom lip. She wanted to be able to trust Mac Taylor like she did Horatio Caine, but she didn't want to breath a word of her situation outloud, because that would make it real. She decided to take a risk and tell him the truth.
"Ms. Donovan?"
"Abby. Please."
"Are you ok, Abby?" Mac took full advantage of calling her by her first name.
Abby smiled when she heard him speak her name. It was nice to feel at ease with him like she felt with Horatio. He was worthy of knowing her secret.
"I was attacked a few days ago in my apartment."
"That's awful. Are you ok?" Mac asked, concern in his voice.
"Yes, Sir. I'm ok. Just a lil shaken up."
"I can only imagine," Mac answered. "Who did it?"
"An ex boyfriend of mine," Abby answered, slowly. "His name is Cadence Hooper. He spent some time in Prison for drug trafficking."
"You had a boyfriend who was a drug trafficker?" Mac had a sudden flash come across his mind's eye of Danny and how he had been involved with the Tanglewood Boys. He wondered, at times, if he had made a mistake in hiring Danny Messer to be on the force and he didn't want to second guess himself about Abby Donovan before she came to New York.
"Sir?" Came Abby's voice.
"I'm still here."
"Anyway. Horatio is worried about my safety. He wants me to stay at a Hotel, but I can't do that. It's not right to let him dictate my life, ya know?"
"I understand."
"I wouldn't mind coming to New York a few days earlier than planned, though. You know, so I could get my barrings? I could see what I'm getting into it. Would that be ok?" her voice sounded hopeful, but tinged with uncertainty.
Mac turned back to the file. He opened it and was greeted by a picture of a pretty girl, smiling back at him. She was what he needed in his department--A Criminal Profiler--she had even been at Quantico and she was good at what she did. He didn't want her past to cloud his judgement. Yet, he had done that with Danny and he had proven to be a liability more times than he'd like to remember.
Mac closed the file. "I think it'd be ok. When can you fly in?"
Abby almost squealed, but stopped herself from doing it. "Monday morning?"
Mac saw Danny coming toward his office. He didn't want to tell the CSI about Abby coming. Danny needed to focus.
"Mac?" Abby breathed.
Mac smiled, more to himself, when he heard her say his name. "Monday will be fine."
"Thank you. Thank you, Sir."
Mac kept smiling. He could't help it. "Is there anything else?"
"No, Sir. Nothing else. Thank you again."
"You're welcome." Mac spotted Danny at the door of his office. "Accomidations will be available for you as planned. Alright?"
"Ok." Abby held the phone for a moment longer.
"Anything else?" Came Mac's voice.
Would you tell Danny hi for me? Instead, she said: "Nothing else."
"Have a wonderful day, then."
"You, too. Bye, Sir."
"Bye now."
Mac hung the phone up just as Danny reach over and knocked on the door. He motioned for the younger man to enter as he closed Abby's file. He pushed his elbows over the file and smiled at Danny as if nothing was going on out of the ordinary.
Danny stopped with a smile. "You ok, Mac?"
Mac bit his bottom lip for a moment. "Peachy."
Danny frowned. "Peachy?"
Mac nodded.
Danny tilted his head to the side. "If you want me to leave--"
"No. You have something on your mind?"
Danny stepped forward and set down across from him. "I closed the Chloe Philips case."
"I heard."
"Yeah. It's been a hell of a week, though. I just keep feeling like I should have done more. Ya know?"
Mac nodded. "Sometimes all you can do is bring the perp to justice, Danny. You can't save them all."
Danny nodded. "I know. I just wish..."
"She died, Danny. And that's sad. But we have the ability to bring killers to justice. And when your perp goes to trial, the evidence will speak for itself. Alright? You did your best. Now, it's up to a jury," Mac answered.
Danny stood up with a nod. "Thanks, Mac."
"No problem, Danny. You headed out?"
Danny nodded. "Me and Flack are taking Adam out for a drink."
Mac smiled. "Adam's a cool guy."
"I know." Danny pushed the door open. He turned to Mac. "Wanna join?"
Mac shook his head. "I would. But I got a file to look over." He held up Abby's file.
Danny nodded. "See ya later, then, Mac."
"Later, Danny."
After Danny left his office, Mac opened the folder and read over the background information that Horatio had sent to him about Abby Donovan. Sure, she had a past--didn't they all? And if Horatio Caine thought she was worth keeping around at Miami-Dade, then, who was he to judge her? He glanced up for a moment from his paperwork and saw Danny, Flack, and Adam headed across the main lobby--laughing amongst themselves. He pushed himself back in his chair, with a smile.
He had been told by several people that he was making a mistake in hiring Danny Messer all those years ago, but he had trusted his gut. Danny was great at all aspects of the job--the detective side, the CSI side, and the science parts that went along with both--but he was a loose cannon at times. He could let his temper cloud his judgement and that had always made Mac a bit uneasy when it came to Danny. He just hoped he didn't have to worry about the same things he had worried from time to time with Danny, when it came to Abby. He didn't want to feel like he had made a mistake with her, like he had found himself feeling toward Danny when he had been investigated by IAB for mistakenly shooting a fellow police officer in the subway.
Mac decided, after reading over her background information, that Horatio knew who was the best. And he trusted Horatio's judgement like he trusted his own. And if Leutinent Caine of Miami-Dade said Abby Donovan was the best, well, then, that meant that she was definitely the best woman for the job! Mistake or no, she was already planning to arrive in New York City on Monday morning. There was no turning back now...
Mac Taylor answered the phone on the third ring. He pushed the reciever up to his ear. "Taylor."
"Detective Taylor? This is Abby Donovan from Miami-Dade," came a soft southern drawl fromt the other end of the telephone.
Mac smiled. "Oh, yes. I've been meaning to call you."
"I know."
"Did you get my message?" Mac asked, reaching for the file that Horatio had sent to him about Abby Donovan.
"Yes."
"I think you'd be an asset to our team, Ms. Donovan. I hope you consider coming up here."
"That's what I wanted to speak with you about."
"Oh?" Mac felt an uneasy feeling creep into the pit of his stomach. He hoped she wasn't turning him down on his offer. "Please. Continue."
Abby was silent for a moment. Mac waited.
"I wanted to ask you if it would be possible if I could move my arrival date to next week."
Mac was silent for a moment. He moved his chair around so that his back was to the main lobby. "Any particular reason?" He couldn't help, but smile.
"It's personal."
"You can tell me, if you like."
"I don't want to burden you, Detective Taylor."
"Mac. Please."
Abby paused. "I don't want to burden you, Sir."
Mac smiled at her persistence. "I understand. But I will be your boss soon. And... I need to know that you trust me completely."
Abby sighed. "Horatio knows."
"Well, shouldn't I?" Mac chuckled.
Abby bit her bottom lip. She wanted to be able to trust Mac Taylor like she did Horatio Caine, but she didn't want to breath a word of her situation outloud, because that would make it real. She decided to take a risk and tell him the truth.
"Ms. Donovan?"
"Abby. Please."
"Are you ok, Abby?" Mac took full advantage of calling her by her first name.
Abby smiled when she heard him speak her name. It was nice to feel at ease with him like she felt with Horatio. He was worthy of knowing her secret.
"I was attacked a few days ago in my apartment."
"That's awful. Are you ok?" Mac asked, concern in his voice.
"Yes, Sir. I'm ok. Just a lil shaken up."
"I can only imagine," Mac answered. "Who did it?"
"An ex boyfriend of mine," Abby answered, slowly. "His name is Cadence Hooper. He spent some time in Prison for drug trafficking."
"You had a boyfriend who was a drug trafficker?" Mac had a sudden flash come across his mind's eye of Danny and how he had been involved with the Tanglewood Boys. He wondered, at times, if he had made a mistake in hiring Danny Messer to be on the force and he didn't want to second guess himself about Abby Donovan before she came to New York.
"Sir?" Came Abby's voice.
"I'm still here."
"Anyway. Horatio is worried about my safety. He wants me to stay at a Hotel, but I can't do that. It's not right to let him dictate my life, ya know?"
"I understand."
"I wouldn't mind coming to New York a few days earlier than planned, though. You know, so I could get my barrings? I could see what I'm getting into it. Would that be ok?" her voice sounded hopeful, but tinged with uncertainty.
Mac turned back to the file. He opened it and was greeted by a picture of a pretty girl, smiling back at him. She was what he needed in his department--A Criminal Profiler--she had even been at Quantico and she was good at what she did. He didn't want her past to cloud his judgement. Yet, he had done that with Danny and he had proven to be a liability more times than he'd like to remember.
Mac closed the file. "I think it'd be ok. When can you fly in?"
Abby almost squealed, but stopped herself from doing it. "Monday morning?"
Mac saw Danny coming toward his office. He didn't want to tell the CSI about Abby coming. Danny needed to focus.
"Mac?" Abby breathed.
Mac smiled, more to himself, when he heard her say his name. "Monday will be fine."
"Thank you. Thank you, Sir."
Mac kept smiling. He could't help it. "Is there anything else?"
"No, Sir. Nothing else. Thank you again."
"You're welcome." Mac spotted Danny at the door of his office. "Accomidations will be available for you as planned. Alright?"
"Ok." Abby held the phone for a moment longer.
"Anything else?" Came Mac's voice.
Would you tell Danny hi for me? Instead, she said: "Nothing else."
"Have a wonderful day, then."
"You, too. Bye, Sir."
"Bye now."
Mac hung the phone up just as Danny reach over and knocked on the door. He motioned for the younger man to enter as he closed Abby's file. He pushed his elbows over the file and smiled at Danny as if nothing was going on out of the ordinary.
Danny stopped with a smile. "You ok, Mac?"
Mac bit his bottom lip for a moment. "Peachy."
Danny frowned. "Peachy?"
Mac nodded.
Danny tilted his head to the side. "If you want me to leave--"
"No. You have something on your mind?"
Danny stepped forward and set down across from him. "I closed the Chloe Philips case."
"I heard."
"Yeah. It's been a hell of a week, though. I just keep feeling like I should have done more. Ya know?"
Mac nodded. "Sometimes all you can do is bring the perp to justice, Danny. You can't save them all."
Danny nodded. "I know. I just wish..."
"She died, Danny. And that's sad. But we have the ability to bring killers to justice. And when your perp goes to trial, the evidence will speak for itself. Alright? You did your best. Now, it's up to a jury," Mac answered.
Danny stood up with a nod. "Thanks, Mac."
"No problem, Danny. You headed out?"
Danny nodded. "Me and Flack are taking Adam out for a drink."
Mac smiled. "Adam's a cool guy."
"I know." Danny pushed the door open. He turned to Mac. "Wanna join?"
Mac shook his head. "I would. But I got a file to look over." He held up Abby's file.
Danny nodded. "See ya later, then, Mac."
"Later, Danny."
After Danny left his office, Mac opened the folder and read over the background information that Horatio had sent to him about Abby Donovan. Sure, she had a past--didn't they all? And if Horatio Caine thought she was worth keeping around at Miami-Dade, then, who was he to judge her? He glanced up for a moment from his paperwork and saw Danny, Flack, and Adam headed across the main lobby--laughing amongst themselves. He pushed himself back in his chair, with a smile.
He had been told by several people that he was making a mistake in hiring Danny Messer all those years ago, but he had trusted his gut. Danny was great at all aspects of the job--the detective side, the CSI side, and the science parts that went along with both--but he was a loose cannon at times. He could let his temper cloud his judgement and that had always made Mac a bit uneasy when it came to Danny. He just hoped he didn't have to worry about the same things he had worried from time to time with Danny, when it came to Abby. He didn't want to feel like he had made a mistake with her, like he had found himself feeling toward Danny when he had been investigated by IAB for mistakenly shooting a fellow police officer in the subway.
Mac decided, after reading over her background information, that Horatio knew who was the best. And he trusted Horatio's judgement like he trusted his own. And if Leutinent Caine of Miami-Dade said Abby Donovan was the best, well, then, that meant that she was definitely the best woman for the job! Mistake or no, she was already planning to arrive in New York City on Monday morning. There was no turning back now...
Flack turned the recorder off. He set back and stared at the man across from him. He had not spoken since Flack had started the tape.
"What have ya got to say now?" Danny asked.
"Was that really Erin?"
Danny and Flack nodded.
Graham sighed, heavily. "She's right. I wasn't supposed to kill her."
"But?"
"But she was the one standing in the way of me being with Erin. I love her. Haven't you ever loved someone?"
Flack glanced at Danny.
"Not enough to kill someone," Danny answered somberly.
"She used me."
Flack stood up. "You're under arrest, Graham Denton. For the murder of Alice Langston aka Chloe Philips."
As Danny watched Flack lead the perp over to the uniform who had been waiting next to the door, he took his glasses off and sighed, letting the relief flood through his body like a raging river. For the first time, in a very long time, he finally felt free.
"You alright, Danny?" Flack's voice cut into his thoughts.
Danny smiled up at him. "I'm good. I have a mother to call."
Danny stood up, reaching in his pocket for his cell phone. Flack started to exit the room, but stopped and turned to Danny.
"You wanna go out for drinks later?"
"Yeah." Danny started to dial Ms. Langston's number, but stopped. "We gotta take Adam with us."
Flack cocked an eye brow up in confusion.
Danny grinned. "I promised him."
Flack nodded. "Sure thing. Just let me handle this, ok?"
Danny nodded in agreement, then turned back to dialing Ms. Langston's number. He couldn't wait to tell her that he'd just picked up her daughter's murderer. This was going to be a good phone call. Things were going to be good from now on, Danny could feel it. Something good was about to happen to him. Little did he know just how true his feeling was going to turn out to be.
"What have ya got to say now?" Danny asked.
"Was that really Erin?"
Danny and Flack nodded.
Graham sighed, heavily. "She's right. I wasn't supposed to kill her."
"But?"
"But she was the one standing in the way of me being with Erin. I love her. Haven't you ever loved someone?"
Flack glanced at Danny.
"Not enough to kill someone," Danny answered somberly.
"She used me."
Flack stood up. "You're under arrest, Graham Denton. For the murder of Alice Langston aka Chloe Philips."
As Danny watched Flack lead the perp over to the uniform who had been waiting next to the door, he took his glasses off and sighed, letting the relief flood through his body like a raging river. For the first time, in a very long time, he finally felt free.
"You alright, Danny?" Flack's voice cut into his thoughts.
Danny smiled up at him. "I'm good. I have a mother to call."
Danny stood up, reaching in his pocket for his cell phone. Flack started to exit the room, but stopped and turned to Danny.
"You wanna go out for drinks later?"
"Yeah." Danny started to dial Ms. Langston's number, but stopped. "We gotta take Adam with us."
Flack cocked an eye brow up in confusion.
Danny grinned. "I promised him."
Flack nodded. "Sure thing. Just let me handle this, ok?"
Danny nodded in agreement, then turned back to dialing Ms. Langston's number. He couldn't wait to tell her that he'd just picked up her daughter's murderer. This was going to be a good phone call. Things were going to be good from now on, Danny could feel it. Something good was about to happen to him. Little did he know just how true his feeling was going to turn out to be.
Erin: "I met Graham through my step-monster. He was her coke dealer. She's had the habit since she was a teenager. I dunno what my Daddy sees in her at all--once a Coke whore, always a Coke whore, I say."
Flack: "We don't need to hear about your step mother's habits. We're more interested in your friend, Miss Fowler.
Erin: (a light laugh) "Oh. Well, I met Graham at a party my step-monster was hosting. It was for all her lil coke friends. Daddy was out on a business trip--again--and I was home. I went down-stairs and everyone was stoned out of their minds. Step-monster was in the corner with some guy and Graham was supplying the demand from the kitchen. He was nasty! (a laugh) But I figured he could be a necessity if I befriended him."
Flack: "What do you mean?"
Erin: "I have to make friends, Detective. I have to have something they want. A lot of the high-end celebrities enjoy their blow. I knew that he would come in handy at some point in time."
Danny: "So, you befriended a Coke Dealer in order to score points and not be a wanna be?"
Erin: "Exactly. I needed an in. Graham was my in."
Flack: "You used him?"
Erin: "We use everybody, Detective. That's the way the world goes 'round."
Flack: "Please, continue with your story, Miss Fowler."
Erin: "I wanted to be friends with Chloe Philips. I kept Graham on the fringes, ya know, just in case, I needed him for some reason. I wasn't sure if Alice was into blow when we first met, and turns out, she wasn't. I got into her circle, learned everything about her. She liked me. I fell in love with her. I didn't mean to fall in love with her, but I did. Bucky got jealous. Typical boyfriend."
Danny: "What happened to Graham, while you were playing house?"
Erin: "I tried to get rid of him. I just wanted him to go away. But he wanted to get his supply out there, ya know? Make a sale, like I'd promised him when I first met Alice and her friends."
Flack: "But he wouldn't listen?"
Erin: "No." (pause) "Turns out the bastard was in love with me."
Danny: "Really?"
Erin: "Yeah. He thought because my step-monster was easy, that meant I was, too. I told him I was in love with Alice--I tried to get him to leave Alice and me alone, but he said he wasn't going to let her take me from him."
Flack: "What about Bucky?"
Erin: "Bucky liked out arrangement just fine. I mean, he got to have sex with both of us. Every boy's fantasy, right? And I didn't mind sharing myself with them both, or Alice with him. He made her happy and if the media finds out you're bi or lesbian, they blow it way out of proportion. It was better to keep a man around."
Flack: "Thought he was jealous?"
Erin: "He was, at first."
Danny: "He didn't try to keep you from Alice?"
Erin: "What do you mean?"
Danny: "I mean, you didn't have Alice all to yourself, did you?"
Erin: "I did."
Flack: "No. No, you didn't. You found out that Bucky had asked her to marry him, didn't you?"
Erin: (silence for a few minutes) "She loved me! Bucky was just for show!"
Danny: "No! I think you found out about the engagement and wanted to put a stop to it. If you couldn't have her, well, be damned if Bucky got her."
Erin: "I don't wanna talk about Bucky."
Flack: "Alright. If you don't wanna talk about Bucky--Tell us what happened up there on the bridge. Tell us about you and Graham."
Erin: (a loud sigh) "Alright. Graham was there, too. He followed us and waited. Bucky and I took some X. He passed out pretty quick in the evening. But Graham was only supposed to rough her up a bit. Ya know? Teach her a lesson."
Flack: "Things got out of hand?"
Erin: "Yeah. He raped her. I was afraid to stop him. He's pretty mean when he wants to be. Anyway, he beat her, too. I watched him do it... And I wanted to help her--honest, I did. But he--he would have killed me if I'd said anything to him."
Danny: "You watched a monster kill the woman you love? How could you?"
Erin: (crying) "I don't know! I just wanted her to leave Bucky! See that I was the only one who could ever love her!"
Flack: "No wonder she was going to leave you. You're heartless."
Erin: (still crying) "No! I paid Graham a thousand dollars to leave us alone. But, then, I found out about her leaving me for Bucky. I paid him another thousand to teach her a lesson. I never meant for him to kill her. I never meant for him to--"
Flack: "We don't need to hear about your step mother's habits. We're more interested in your friend, Miss Fowler.
Erin: (a light laugh) "Oh. Well, I met Graham at a party my step-monster was hosting. It was for all her lil coke friends. Daddy was out on a business trip--again--and I was home. I went down-stairs and everyone was stoned out of their minds. Step-monster was in the corner with some guy and Graham was supplying the demand from the kitchen. He was nasty! (a laugh) But I figured he could be a necessity if I befriended him."
Flack: "What do you mean?"
Erin: "I have to make friends, Detective. I have to have something they want. A lot of the high-end celebrities enjoy their blow. I knew that he would come in handy at some point in time."
Danny: "So, you befriended a Coke Dealer in order to score points and not be a wanna be?"
Erin: "Exactly. I needed an in. Graham was my in."
Flack: "You used him?"
Erin: "We use everybody, Detective. That's the way the world goes 'round."
Flack: "Please, continue with your story, Miss Fowler."
Erin: "I wanted to be friends with Chloe Philips. I kept Graham on the fringes, ya know, just in case, I needed him for some reason. I wasn't sure if Alice was into blow when we first met, and turns out, she wasn't. I got into her circle, learned everything about her. She liked me. I fell in love with her. I didn't mean to fall in love with her, but I did. Bucky got jealous. Typical boyfriend."
Danny: "What happened to Graham, while you were playing house?"
Erin: "I tried to get rid of him. I just wanted him to go away. But he wanted to get his supply out there, ya know? Make a sale, like I'd promised him when I first met Alice and her friends."
Flack: "But he wouldn't listen?"
Erin: "No." (pause) "Turns out the bastard was in love with me."
Danny: "Really?"
Erin: "Yeah. He thought because my step-monster was easy, that meant I was, too. I told him I was in love with Alice--I tried to get him to leave Alice and me alone, but he said he wasn't going to let her take me from him."
Flack: "What about Bucky?"
Erin: "Bucky liked out arrangement just fine. I mean, he got to have sex with both of us. Every boy's fantasy, right? And I didn't mind sharing myself with them both, or Alice with him. He made her happy and if the media finds out you're bi or lesbian, they blow it way out of proportion. It was better to keep a man around."
Flack: "Thought he was jealous?"
Erin: "He was, at first."
Danny: "He didn't try to keep you from Alice?"
Erin: "What do you mean?"
Danny: "I mean, you didn't have Alice all to yourself, did you?"
Erin: "I did."
Flack: "No. No, you didn't. You found out that Bucky had asked her to marry him, didn't you?"
Erin: (silence for a few minutes) "She loved me! Bucky was just for show!"
Danny: "No! I think you found out about the engagement and wanted to put a stop to it. If you couldn't have her, well, be damned if Bucky got her."
Erin: "I don't wanna talk about Bucky."
Flack: "Alright. If you don't wanna talk about Bucky--Tell us what happened up there on the bridge. Tell us about you and Graham."
Erin: (a loud sigh) "Alright. Graham was there, too. He followed us and waited. Bucky and I took some X. He passed out pretty quick in the evening. But Graham was only supposed to rough her up a bit. Ya know? Teach her a lesson."
Flack: "Things got out of hand?"
Erin: "Yeah. He raped her. I was afraid to stop him. He's pretty mean when he wants to be. Anyway, he beat her, too. I watched him do it... And I wanted to help her--honest, I did. But he--he would have killed me if I'd said anything to him."
Danny: "You watched a monster kill the woman you love? How could you?"
Erin: (crying) "I don't know! I just wanted her to leave Bucky! See that I was the only one who could ever love her!"
Flack: "No wonder she was going to leave you. You're heartless."
Erin: (still crying) "No! I paid Graham a thousand dollars to leave us alone. But, then, I found out about her leaving me for Bucky. I paid him another thousand to teach her a lesson. I never meant for him to kill her. I never meant for him to--"
CH 11
Graham Denton set at the small table, Detective Flack and Danny across from him.
He looked like your typical drug-dealer. He was a young man, probably no more than 25 years old, but his appearance was horribly unkempt. He was greasy, wild-eyed, and fidgety. He kept scanning the room, eying the door and the double sided mirror. He kept moving about in his seat, a nervous twitch. His blue eyes were clouded over from dope and very wild. They never actually looked you in the eye, when he looked at you.
"Graham, you have quite the rap-sheet," Flack smiled at him.
Graham pushed his hand through his greasy sandy colored hair. A curl had fallen over into his eyes.
"You wanna tell me a lil about your priors, Graham?" Flack continued, never missing a beat.
Graham glanced over at Danny, his eyes not quite following his head as he did so. Danny offered him nothing. He only watched him, determined to nail his ass. Graham turned back to Flack. He offered him nothing, as well, but it looked as if he was the one to talk to.
"I was framed for most of those," he answered.
Flack grinned, turning to Danny. "Ya heard that one before, Dan-o?"
"It's classic," Danny answered.
"Tell me about the coke charge, Graham. You got framed on that one?"
Graham nodded. "It was my roommate."
"And you just happened to be there when the cops arrived--what? Baking brownies?" Flack asked, glancing at Danny with a snicker.
"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, I guess. I didn't sell an ounce of that shit. I was on parole."
Flack set back. "Oh, that's right. You did a stint up in Sing-Sing. What for?"
"You seem to know everything about me, Detective. Why don't you tell me?"
Flack tilted his head. "Attempted rape, I believe."
Graham licked his lips. "She lied."
"Oh, she did? Well, the police report said she had been beated pretty bad. The rape was nothin' compared to her broken ribs and busted up face. She looked like something out of a zombie movie, Denton. Why did ya do that to her?" Flack asked.
"I didn't touch her. She was a whore and she probably got into a scuffle with a John."
"Oh, a John did that shit to her? Hm? A John fucked her up and you had nothing to do with it, yet you went to Sing-Sing for it. Why? If I didn't touch a woman, I wouldn't go to prison for it."
Graham set back with a sigh. "What do you want from me, Detective?"
Flack's blue eyes lit up. "What do I want?"
Graham nodded.
"I want you to rot in hell for what you did to Chloe Philips. That's what I want."
Graham's eyes fell. "Who?"
"The girl you left dead on the sidewalk, up above the Hudson. Did you forget?" Danny asked, calmer than Flack had expected.
"I don't know anything about that. I--"
"Save it, Denton!" Danny cut him off. He raised his finger at him as if that emphasized his point. "Erin flipped on you."
Graham's face softened for a moment. "Erin?"
Flack and Danny nodded.
"She told me--"
"What?" Danny asked. "What did Erin tell ya?"
"I'm not answerin' yo questions. I don't know no Erin." Graham shook his head, folding his arms across his chest as he spoke.
"We believe you do. You might as well tell us now what happened up there on that bridge, we already have Erin's statement," Flack answered.
"I don't believe that."
Flack pulled out a recorder. He pushed the play button:
He looked like your typical drug-dealer. He was a young man, probably no more than 25 years old, but his appearance was horribly unkempt. He was greasy, wild-eyed, and fidgety. He kept scanning the room, eying the door and the double sided mirror. He kept moving about in his seat, a nervous twitch. His blue eyes were clouded over from dope and very wild. They never actually looked you in the eye, when he looked at you.
"Graham, you have quite the rap-sheet," Flack smiled at him.
Graham pushed his hand through his greasy sandy colored hair. A curl had fallen over into his eyes.
"You wanna tell me a lil about your priors, Graham?" Flack continued, never missing a beat.
Graham glanced over at Danny, his eyes not quite following his head as he did so. Danny offered him nothing. He only watched him, determined to nail his ass. Graham turned back to Flack. He offered him nothing, as well, but it looked as if he was the one to talk to.
"I was framed for most of those," he answered.
Flack grinned, turning to Danny. "Ya heard that one before, Dan-o?"
"It's classic," Danny answered.
"Tell me about the coke charge, Graham. You got framed on that one?"
Graham nodded. "It was my roommate."
"And you just happened to be there when the cops arrived--what? Baking brownies?" Flack asked, glancing at Danny with a snicker.
"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, I guess. I didn't sell an ounce of that shit. I was on parole."
Flack set back. "Oh, that's right. You did a stint up in Sing-Sing. What for?"
"You seem to know everything about me, Detective. Why don't you tell me?"
Flack tilted his head. "Attempted rape, I believe."
Graham licked his lips. "She lied."
"Oh, she did? Well, the police report said she had been beated pretty bad. The rape was nothin' compared to her broken ribs and busted up face. She looked like something out of a zombie movie, Denton. Why did ya do that to her?" Flack asked.
"I didn't touch her. She was a whore and she probably got into a scuffle with a John."
"Oh, a John did that shit to her? Hm? A John fucked her up and you had nothing to do with it, yet you went to Sing-Sing for it. Why? If I didn't touch a woman, I wouldn't go to prison for it."
Graham set back with a sigh. "What do you want from me, Detective?"
Flack's blue eyes lit up. "What do I want?"
Graham nodded.
"I want you to rot in hell for what you did to Chloe Philips. That's what I want."
Graham's eyes fell. "Who?"
"The girl you left dead on the sidewalk, up above the Hudson. Did you forget?" Danny asked, calmer than Flack had expected.
"I don't know anything about that. I--"
"Save it, Denton!" Danny cut him off. He raised his finger at him as if that emphasized his point. "Erin flipped on you."
Graham's face softened for a moment. "Erin?"
Flack and Danny nodded.
"She told me--"
"What?" Danny asked. "What did Erin tell ya?"
"I'm not answerin' yo questions. I don't know no Erin." Graham shook his head, folding his arms across his chest as he spoke.
"We believe you do. You might as well tell us now what happened up there on that bridge, we already have Erin's statement," Flack answered.
"I don't believe that."
Flack pulled out a recorder. He pushed the play button:
HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!
well, as ya'll know...there will not be a new episode of CSI:NY this week.
something called "Comanche Moon" is taking it's time-slot.
BUT...next week there will be a new episode. i am actually pretty excited about this one, Kids. it's kinda like a follow-up from "Child's Play" i think. anyway, i saw a preview and it looks as if Ruben's (the kid that was shot in "CP") mother is gonna pull a gun out on Danny. :(
what else will Danny have to endure???
1. he shoots an under-cover cop
2. aiden dies, which he takes hard, cos they were BFF's
3. his brother louie is beaten up & put into a coma
4. danny loses his promotion on the job promotion grid
5. flack is injured in a bombing and he worries about him cos he's his other BFF
6. lindsay has to testify against the killer from Montana and becomes distant
7. danny buts heads with the captain (several times)
8. cops are talking behind his back about him shooting a cop
9. danny is sent alone to confront Shane Casey
10. danny gets trapped inside a panic room
11. danny is almost shot by the lock-smith in said panic room
12. danny is not trusted by mac after the cop shooting
13. he is hassled by IA
14. danny & hawkes are both almost drowned in an under-water dive
15. danny likes lindsay, but she doesn't wanna commit to him eventho she likes him
16. he takes lindsay's shift and is ambushed by the Irish Mob
17. gets his hand broken by said Irish Mobsters
18. almost gets shot by said Irish Mobsters
19. almost got on the subway train that was rigged to move when tripped
20. could've been shot if he'd went first (like he sometimes does) to find mac
these are just the shitty things that have happened to Danny Messer in s1 s2 s3 & s4this hasn't even begun to scratch the surface of what might happen in the next eppy.
--mandy--
something called "Comanche Moon" is taking it's time-slot.
BUT...next week there will be a new episode. i am actually pretty excited about this one, Kids. it's kinda like a follow-up from "Child's Play" i think. anyway, i saw a preview and it looks as if Ruben's (the kid that was shot in "CP") mother is gonna pull a gun out on Danny. :(
what else will Danny have to endure???
1. he shoots an under-cover cop
2. aiden dies, which he takes hard, cos they were BFF's
3. his brother louie is beaten up & put into a coma
4. danny loses his promotion on the job promotion grid
5. flack is injured in a bombing and he worries about him cos he's his other BFF
6. lindsay has to testify against the killer from Montana and becomes distant
7. danny buts heads with the captain (several times)
8. cops are talking behind his back about him shooting a cop
9. danny is sent alone to confront Shane Casey
10. danny gets trapped inside a panic room
11. danny is almost shot by the lock-smith in said panic room
12. danny is not trusted by mac after the cop shooting
13. he is hassled by IA
14. danny & hawkes are both almost drowned in an under-water dive
15. danny likes lindsay, but she doesn't wanna commit to him eventho she likes him
16. he takes lindsay's shift and is ambushed by the Irish Mob
17. gets his hand broken by said Irish Mobsters
18. almost gets shot by said Irish Mobsters
19. almost got on the subway train that was rigged to move when tripped
20. could've been shot if he'd went first (like he sometimes does) to find mac
these are just the shitty things that have happened to Danny Messer in s1 s2 s3 & s4this hasn't even begun to scratch the surface of what might happen in the next eppy.
--mandy--
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