AN: This is what is probably going to be my sad attempt at a Danny/OC fic. First time writing one for CSI: NY, so be gentle. Just a heads up, it's not really going to focus around the crime solving, considering I don't really want to delve into it. And sorry the first chapter is so short!
Today was not Danny Messer's day. Everything had gone wrong since he woke up. He was rudely awakened from his slumber at five in the morning, had to process the scene, bust his ass processing the evidence found, only to have to repeat as he was called in for another DB pertaining to the case, had the pleasure of picking up the perp, only to have him run. Now he was just waiting to wrap up this case and go get wasted.
"Why did you kill Georgia Polensky, Mr. Jameson?" he asked firmly.
Richard Jameson, the man in question, looked away. "The bitch was cheating on me. I had to teach her who was in charge."
Danny could feel the veins on his head throbbing. "So let me get this straight. You were cheating on her, and yes we have evidence of you and your little girlfriend together, but when she cheats on you it's a whole different story?"
Richard nodded curtly, "That sounds about right."
Danny's lip curled into a snarl. "Men like you sicken me. Book him."
There was no sorrow on Richard Jameson's face as the officer slapped the handcuffs around his wrists, no remorse.
Danny ran his hand over his face, dragging out a heavy sigh. Walking out of the interrogation room, he crashed straight into somebody.
"Whoa, Danny!" a woman's voice exclaimed.
"What, Montana?" his voice was full of pent up irritation.
"Nothing.. just, are you okay?" Lindsay asked carefully.
"No, I'm not okay. Things have gone all wrong all day and now I'm just looking to go get drunk and forget about the whole thing." Danny said, heading to the locker room to gather his things.
Lindsay walked along side him, "Maybe I can join you. I've had a pretty shit day myself."
Danny resisted the urge to sigh, "Knock yourself out, Montana."