Disclaimer: Don't own CSI: NY. Also, rated M for a reason, includes sex & drug references so if that kind of thing bothers you, don't read it.
Spoilers: Run Silent, Run Deep, post Charge of the Post. Also helps if you read my last two stories.
Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll
Danny sat in the dark, smokey club and ordered another round of drinks for himself and Montana. "You want anything, Dylan? It must be a least a million degrees up on stage."
"Thanks. I'll just have a Pepsi." Dylan's band was between sets, so he went to join his friends for a drink. He had invited them to listen to his band a few days earlier, because he thought it would do Danny some good to get out a night. His friend had barely left his apartment since his brother's funeral.
"You sure that's all you want?" Danny asked.
"Yeah. I can't play for shit when I'm drunk. Besides, someone's got to drive you guys home." Dylan never drank when he had a gig. "You two having a good time?"
"Defiantly. Your band rocks. Thanks for inviting us." Montana answered.
"Yeah, you're one of the best guitarists I've ever seen." Danny slurred. Unlike, Dylan, he had been drinking quite a bit. Danny knew he would be sorry the next day, especially considering he was supposed to be at work in the morning. He was a little tipsy, but not quite drunk.
Their drinks arrived, and they continued to chat for a little while. Soon the band's lead singer, Chad, interrupted them.
"Dude, we've got be onstage in a few minutes."
"Damn it. Lost track of time." Dylan turned to his friends. "Guess I'll see you later." He went with his bandmate to play the last set. Their band, Dragonfly, played a heavy brand of blues/rock. Dylan was lead guitarist and backup vocalist. The band played few songs when Dylan decided to take a long solo, much to the annoyance of Chad.
The crowd loved it. Dylan was a brilliant guitarist, with a style somewhere between Jimmy Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughan. Dylan had always been into art and music, and he was very talented at both.
Danny and Montana were also impressed with the kid's skills. He had already made them listen to a demo, which was pat of reason they came. But not the whole reason. While Dylan was on stage, the two talked about their own relationship.
"It's not like it's a big secret anymore," Danny said "But we still have be careful at work. I don't want this to affect that relationship. It could get kind of awkward on the outside chance this doesn't work out."
"Good point. Besides, it goes with what Mac said when he found out." Montana leaned over and kissed him. The next thing Danny knew, her tongue was in his mouth. A few long seconds later, they broke apart for air.
"Wow. That could make it distracting at work even if does work out." Danny teased.
A couple of hours later, the set ended. Dylan hunted down the club owner to collect the band's check. The guy happily handed if over and invited him to play again next week. Dylan agreed and said he'd call him to talk the next day. Then he helped load most of Dragonfly's equipment into Ernest's, the drummer's, truck. Then he went take Montana and Danny home in his car. "Do you want me to drop you off at your apartment, Lindsay?"
"No. Think I'll save you trip since you live in the same building anyway."
"Okay." He called his dog, Captain Jack, over to the car.
"That's your dog?" Danny said, surprised. Jack was a purebred Shetland Sheepdog. "Pictured you to have a big mutt, or at least something more than a foot and a half tall."
Dylan shrugged "He was mother's dog. I took care of him when she died. Anything bigger wouldn't fit in my apartment, anyway."
They all got in the car and Dylan drove them to his building. He wished them a good night, grabbed his old Telecaster and whistled to his dog. Dylan went into his apartment and Danny went into his, along with Montana.
As soon as they got in the door Montana kissed him again. He moaned as she started to unbutton his shirt. Holy shit! This is really gonna happen tonight! "You sure you want do this? 'Cause I ain't gonna be able to top if you change your mind." She responded by slipping her hand down his pants.
Danny pulled them off, along with his boxers. He removed his shirt and helped Montana get rid of her cloths. She pulled him close.
"Not here. Bedroom." Danny led the way down the hall. He opened the door and they went in. "Hang on second."
"Danny..," moaned Lindsay. He took off his glasses and grabbed a condom. Then Danny put it on and pinned Montana on the bed. A few seconds later he thrust in.
About an hour later, they were sleeping on bed when a loud knock sounded through the apartment.
"What the hell is that?" Montana muttered sluggishly. The next thud woke Danny up,
"Who the fuck is that?" He pulled his boxers and an old T-shirt. While he grabbed his glasses and his gun, Montana put on another one of his shirts. Whoever it was continued to pound on the door. "I'll be out in second!" he hollered.
He walked over to the door and to one side of it with his gun ready. Montana stood a few yards away. Danny slowly opened the door.
"You gonna shoot me, Messer?" Flack stood outside, in the brightly lit hallway. Danny blinked to make sure he was see this correctly.
"You're either 3 hours early to carpool, or I need to reset my alarm clock."
Flack didn't return his smile. "Kid either jumped or was pushed off the roof maybe an hour ago. Did either of you hear anything?"
"No, not really. Danny and were umm… other engaged."
Flack rolled his eyes.
"Damn." muttered Danny. "Guess we're going to work a little early this morning."
A/N: This chapter's a little short but I'll update tomorrow night. As always, please read & review. As I said earlier, Thanks a lot everyone, especially chile peppers