Where The Violins Play by Mitsi1819
Summary: After, yet another, high profile case Danny ends up in hospital. He is lost and confused… What will happen? Danny/Lindsay
Disclaimer:
Mitsi: I own it all! Evil laughter Danny, Lindsay, you name it; I own it! With a very bad-evil-villain-German accent: The universe is mine! All mine! Mauahahah!
Super Susie Q comes barging in the room. The evil Mitsi turns around and gasps in shock.
Mitsi: No not you!
Susie Q: Yes it is I! And you don't own anything, little woman!
Mitsi: Really?
Susie Q: Yeah! CSI:NY and all its characters belong to CBS and the writers/producers of the show. And the songs you used in this story; you don't own them either! The great musicians who wrote, composed and sung them own them.
Mitsi: Pouts So I own nothing? Nothing at all?
Susie Q: Nope… Except your own crazy mind, that's all yours…
Mitsi: Great, well then me and my crazy mind shall continue this story. And we do apologise for trying to take over the world. Super Susie Q is right; we own nothing…
Susie Q: Sí, sí , señorita! Now you understand it.
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A/N: This humble and shy piece of fan fiction is dedicated to my 'gang'. I love you guys! I probably wouldn't have so much inspiration if it wasn't for you. Thanks XxX!
A special round of applause goes out to my awesome beta; Susie Q! Freaky-Fake-Freek; You rock!
Oh yeah, before I forget: I wrote this story while 'The Godfather (Love Theme)' by André Rieu was playing. Maybe if you listen to it the scene would make more sense? It's kind of dark and strange, but it will get better, I promise you. It's just my imagination of what would happen if you almost died… Or were to die.
Well here I go;
Chapter 1: Every Ending Has a Beginning
Pain. Everywhere, pain. Darkness. Let's not forget the darkness that surrounded him completely. Oh and the screams, blood and curses. But mostly just pain and darkness. The pain was dissolving though… But the darkness just grew even darker. He was completely alone and standing in the dark. It was like being inside a room with black marble floors , black painted walls and a black ceiling. But he knew that he wasn't inside a room. He could feel the cold wind blowing and touching his skin. Shivers went up and down his body and left him feeling even more alone and above all very cold.
Danny also knew that he wasn't outside. There were no stars in the black skies, nor were there clouds. A moon couldn't be seen, nor any other light. It was completely and totally dark. And there was no sign of any other life. Still, he screamed and begged for help. But no-one answered his call for aid. He fell to the ground…
After what seemed to him hours of uselessly sitting on the cold marble floor he stood up and started running. He ran, and he ran, but nothing in the scenery changed. His path wasn't lighted by stars or a moon. And he didn't find any other source of light or someone who could help him. He fell to the ground once again and wrapped his arms around his body. The cold wind seemed to be stronger, and colder. Danny screamed again. Not for help though this time, just out of frustration. He couldn't do anything, he was trapped and very cold.
"Damn this Godforsaken and forgotten place! Let or get me out of here!" His hands turned into fists and he pounded them on the floor. Then he looked up…
"Godforsaken? Forgotten?" He stood up…
"Wait a minute…" He looked helplessly around. Then he noticed something; his glasses were gone. But his vision didn't appear to be foggy. But then again, he was surrounded by utter blackness. With is right hand he checked his pulse for a sign of his own life.
"What the hell?!" He screamed when he noticed that he also didn't have a pulse.
"Oh come on, I am not dying am I?! I can't die, really I can't!" He fell to his knees.
"I can't die! Bloody hell, I can't lose Montana! Or my kids… What about them huh?! " Memories of his wife and two children flashed before his eyes. He dropped his head and prayed to whatever he could think of. Tears found their way from his eyes to his cheeks, and from there on to the marble floor…
Danny cried for the first time in a long while. His life was, until that moment, filled with happiness. A beautiful wife. No correction, a gorgeous wife. Who gave birth to the most perfect things that he had helped to create: his children. The oldest was a boy who looked just like his mother; brown hair, same nose, same character. Only his eyes were exactly like his father's. And of course the famous or infamous Messer-smile. Danny shook his head; he already missed his little boy. More tears came rolling down his face when he thought about his three year old girl, with the most beautiful blond/brownish curls, eyes like her mother's and also the Messer-smile. She had her daddy wrapped around her little finger, but he didn't mind. He loved her, with all his heart, just like her mother and big brother.
A soft sound startled him out of his 'day'-dream (since he had no idea whether it was night or day). It was one of the most pure sounds he had ever heard. He stood up and looked around. Still there was nothing to be found. Another soft sound, but louder than the one before. He shook his head. 'God I most be going really insane!'He thought. But then he heard it. The soft sounds were turning into a tune. A tune played by violins… 'The purest form of art music made by a violin.' His grandfather had once told him. The tune turned into a song he knew…
"The Godfather…" he whispered into the darkness. He closed his eyes, and softly sung along with the music. The coldness that until that point ruled over his body left, and was replaced by a comfortable warmth. When he heard voices sing he opened his eyes again and saw that the darkness was slowly disappearing. The whitest light he had ever seen took over… The song was almost over, he knew that since the music produced by the violin was sounding softer with every note. His body started to feel tired. His soul was feeling heavy….
When the music died, Danny closed his eyes. He was so tired, all of the energy seemed to be drained out of his body. With, what seemed to him to be, his last breath he murmured her name.
"Lindsay…"