CSI: NY – The Musical!
Disclaimer: Not my show, not my songs….
Summary: The urge to merge can rob us of our sencses. The need to breed can make a man a drone. We must be on alert with our defenses. For every skirt will test testosterone.
AN: I'm the world's largest theatre freak; from tech to center stage I love it all. These are just some of my favorite songs from some of my favorite shows. Don't worry if you don't understand them, the normal person shouldn't have the musical addiction I have. A huge thank you to my beta Katherine Loving for editing this without much of a clue as to the shows the songs are from. She's the best. Anyway on with the show…
Chapter One - That Face
The hall outside the lab was dark, inside the lab light shown bright, crisp, and hard. The funny thing about glass in situations like this is, instead of looking through it like a window, you look at it like a mirror. All you can see is what's behind you. Danny knew that little tidbit but had forgotten it until it was too late. He looked up from his microscope and his eyes rested on the reflection of his partner, Lindsay Monroe. Her mere reflection made him stop. Danny chided himself for the heart palpitations and dove back into his work. She was… so many things, but above them all she was off limits. He had to remember that.
The urge to merge can rob us of our senses. The need to breed can make a man a drone. We must be on alert with our defenses. For every skirt will test testosterone. He reminded himself. He had a history of chasing skirts, but never in the lab. Of course the women he found in the skirts were nothing like Lindsay. No one was like Miss Monroe. That was the major problem. There was no one like Montana.
So knowing this I severed all connection with any creature sporting silk or lace. I was firmly headed in the right direction. When suddenly I stumbled on that face His second round of thoughts started out as a reasoning for his player ways, and ended in thoughts on why he wanted to settle down. He was never a family man until he met Montana, now in his free hours he was sneaking peaks at baby names. A far cry because they'd never even shared a coffee outside of work. He returned focus to his work.
That face, that face, that dangerous face. I mustn't be unwise, Those lips, that nose, those eyes, Could lead to my demise That face, that face That marvelous face I never should begin Those cheeks, that neck, that chin Will surely do me in. His brain was on a roll, her finer points ran through his mind as loud and obvious as a fully decked out Broadway production, and his mind's eye brought her picture to him in such detail he could see nothing else. Wearily he checked his watch, in five minutes his third shift would end; he could make a case for going home where he could sleep. Her face would still haunt him, but in his apartment he couldn't do anything stupid.
"Montana," he says, using her nickname as the single safety net around his heart, if that goes he's fallen. "It's been three straight shifts; I'm going to call it for the day. See you 'morrow."
"Mm hum, care to run that information by me again, correctly this time?" she asks not looking up from the shirt she's processing.
"Alright, Miss Monroe, I will be leaving for the night, if that appeases you oh wonderful one." Danny replied, smart ass for her amusement.
"Better. See you later." She says still not losing her focus on her job. Some times her undivided attention to her job worried him. There were times when he could swear she was channeling Mac Taylor. 'Course it was cute on her, he wondered if she threw herself into everything with the same attention that she gave her job. If she would give him that kind of focus.
I must be smart And hide my heart If she's within a mile If I don't duck I'm out of luck She'd kill me with her smile. Kill him with her smile, if she hadn't already. Sid and Marty would have fun at his autopsy. 'Yes, how did he die?' 'Heart problem, it was already weak from love then she smiled, totally did him in.'
Danny spun his pad lock not thinking about or even really seeing the numbers go by. He was a case; he should be on something, or seeing somebody with a shrink's degree. This was a feeling so alien to him that Farsi was his mother tongue.
That face, that face That fabulous face It's clear I must beware I'm certain if I fall in love I'm lost without a trace But it's worth it... For that face. Danny grabbed his coat and stared at his locker for a moment trying to shake her face from his mind.
Back in the lab Lindsay was breathing easier, the article of clothing in front of her had to be the best processed thing on the planet. She had gone over it more times than necessary just so she wouldn't look up at see him. She needed to go to a twelve step for addiction to Danny Messer, there surely had to be one. By his reputation there were a lot of women he'd done his magic on. She cracked her back, but with her eyes closed she could still see him. It happened now every time her lashes drifted together. Even when she blinked there was a flash of the native New Yorker. Insanity was putting it lightly. And yet she knew all of this and closed her eyes.
That face, that face that lovable face, it melts my western heart.
Danny closed the metal door of his thin home away from home. Resting against it he needed incentive to leave the building. He was pulled to her like the moon and the waves.
I'm certain if I fall in love I'm lost without a trace...
If life was truly but a stage this would be the shot where you saw them both, they had the same swoon body position and the same thought. Thought and body was the same, despite all the aggravation, over time, and trickery of the subconscious…
It's worth it for... That face.
