Danny and Lindsay According To…
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; this is simply my imagination put to paper.
Summary: Danny is supposed to be going to a scene with Mac, but he's in the break room sleeping. Why?
A/N: This is a continuation of "Life According To…" It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I changed my mind. I'm also going to add to the original story. In other words, neither story is complete
Please pay attention to the dates and times. I hope I have them right.
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Chapter 1 - Mac
July 3, 8:56 AM
"Danny!" Mac yelled as he stood in the doorway of the break room.
Startled, Danny bolted upright on the sofa that he was lying on with his eyes bugged open, glasses crooked, and breathing heavily.
"Yeah, Mac. I'm coming." He said, obviously trying to figure out where he was and where he was supposed to be going. The only familiar thing to him was Mac's voice. The first couple of times Mac had called his name, it had integrated into his dream. He couldn't figure out why Mac was hollering at him in his own bedroom while he was making out with Montana.
"Danny, I called you and told you to meet me at the elevators in five. That was 20 minutes ago." Danny had no idea how to get himself out of this situation. Mac was livid and he was the cause of it. He thought he had outgrown becoming the object of his boss' ire. Obviously not.
Mac hated losing control, but if anyone could make him do it, it was Danny. He decided to make a conscious effort to try to reel in his anger and show that he had not lost every bit of control that he ever had. He walked over to the sofa and towered over Danny, who remained seated. He lowered his voice and said, "The only way you will escape censure is if this is medical-related and you produce a note from your doctor – now. Is it …medical-related, Danny?"
Danny closed his eyes and moaned, "Awww, geez." He ran his hands through his hair as he tried to wipe away the fog that kept him from forming a coherent answer.
"Mac…"
Just then something caught Mac's eye and his expression went from anger to shock. He pointed at something and he stammered, "Wwwwhat…is…that, Danny?"
July 3, 6:00 AM
As Danny pursued the suspect on foot, he gazed back to see where Flack was, knowing that his show of concern would cause him to lose his momentum for a few seconds. The tar roof of the apartment complex radiated heat and caused it to become tacky.
The suspect approached the edge of the roof as if it extended another hundred yards. He leaped and seemed to suspend in the air before landing on the roof of the adjacent building. As Danny leaped after him, the sound of a siren broke his stride. He flailed his arms, as if fighting gravity, but it was of no use. Danny began falling between the two buildings, almost close enough to catch on to the fire escape, but not quite. The siren rang louder, still.
Danny's eyes flew open and he grabbed the mattress tightly to save himself from 'falling.' Lying very still, he allowed his eyes to take in his surroundings without moving his head, while his heart seemed to be trying to emancipate itself from his chest. It took him a few seconds to recognize that the 'siren' was his alarm (which he promptly silenced), and another minute or so to calm his physical responses to his dream; his pulse rate lowered and his breathing began to normalize. He slowly let go of the bedding, and as he moved his left hand, he felt something warm and soft. He looked to his left and found the outline of a woman lying diagonally on his king-size bed. Her hair obscured her face, but he didn't need to see her face to know who she was.
A smile crossed his face as he slowly rolled on his side to face her and get closer to her while trying not to wake her. He moved her hair from her face and kissed her cheek. His hand moved down to her neck, then to her back before she began to stir.
"Mmmm?"
"Go back to sleep, Montana," he said, with the remnants of sleep still evident in his voice.
She opened one eye and looked at the man beside her. She felt as if she had run a marathon that she was ill-prepared for, but she knew that she hadn't. What she had done, however, was spend the night making love to the man beside her – over and over again. She couldn't help it that she was in her sexual prime. She reminded him of that every time she nudged, kissed, or touched him to wake him up for another round. He tried to tell her that it wasn't fair, after all, he had to wake up at six to go to work, and she didn't have to report until noon.
"Morning, Messer," she managed to say, although half of her face was entrenched in the pillow.
He couldn't help but smile. "Morning, Montana."
She closed the eye that she had opened.
"You know, I have to get up and go to work this morning, and I'm tired. Got any idea why that might be?"
"None at all," she muttered.
"I love having sex with you, I really do," he explained slowly, being careful of the words he chose, "but you have got to recognize that we are not all in our sexual prime, and some of us need sleep."
"Mmmmm. You're a young man. Quit complaining," she said groggily. "You kept up with me, didn't you?"
"Yeah, tell Mac that when I go to sleep standing up. I'm sure that will keep him from firing me."
That made her laugh.
July 2, 10:33 PM
They tumbled through the door of Danny's apartment, almost collapsing into a heap on the floor. Danny managed to stabilize them before they fell, although they remained in each other's grasp. Their hands were all over each other and so were their lips, but they managed to make their way to the bed. When Danny finally tried to let her go so that he could remove his clothing, she held on to him even tighter.
"God, Montana." He looked at her and for the first time he doubted whether he could fully satisfy her. He knew that he could satisfy a woman, but he could not recall ever seeing a look of hunger in a woman's eyes that was that strong. He knew that once wasn't going to cut it. According to research, men reach their sexual peak at about 19 years of age, whereas women reach theirs when they are in their thirties.
Danny was in trouble.
June 30, 7:35 PM
Turning away from the small window Lindsay whispered, "I can't believe we're doing this."
He scanned her face for any sign of doubt. Had she changed her mind? She seemed so sure before. Or had he pushed her?
June 30, 8:55 AM
"Danny, what are we going to do with three whole days off? I can't believe that both of our long weekends occurred at the same time. What are the odds of that happening?"
Danny seemed quite distracted. "Umm…yeah, right."
She grabbed his forearm. "You're not even listening to me, are you?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening."
"So, what do you want to do?"
She could tell by the look on his face that he had come up with the perfect plan.
"I want to get married."
Or maybe not.
"Yeah, right. Come on, what do you feel like doing?"
"I want to get married," he stated resolutely.
"But, Danny…"
"Do you love me, Lindsay?"
"Yes, Danny, but…"
"'But' nothing, Lindsay. I love you, you love me – you have me sounding like fricking Barney over here. What reason could you possibly give me for not getting married?"
Lindsay stuttered and stammered, trying to verbalize a reason why this was not a good idea, but she couldn't come up with one. She looked at him, all of the non-existent reasons for not marrying him gone from her mind.
Danny got close to her and said, "Say 'yes' Lindsay." Kiss. "Say 'yes' Lindsay." Kiss. "Say 'yes' Lindsay." Kiss. He was asking her with everything he had.
"Yes," she whispered against his lips. Kiss. The last kiss slowly turned passionate.
"Are you sure about this, Danny?"
"Montana, I've never been more sure about anything in my life."
CSI:NY
July 3, 9:05 AM
Mac couldn't believe the story he was hearing. At least his eyes weren't deceiving him: he did see a wedding ring on Danny's finger. Of course, he could have done without some of the details; they weren't graphic, just a bit too much information. Danny's explanation certainly couldn't be classified as 'medical,' but seeing as this was a life-altering situation he decided to cut him some slack – well, a lot of slack.
"So, what you're saying is that over the weekend you and Lindsay got married?"
Danny nodded tiredly.
"And your excuse for sleeping on the job is that your new wife kept you up all night?"
Danny winced and said, "Please don't let that get around."
Mac chuckled. "You mean the part where your wife wore you out? Are you serious? Do you think I could keep that to myself?"
Danny shut his eyes tight and grimaced.
"Does Flack know about you and Lindsay?"
Danny shook his head.
"This is going to be fun." Mac retreated toward the doorway, but he stopped short and turned towards Danny again. "Let's go. Flack's waiting for us at the scene."
He thought about how pathetic Danny looked and how sure he had been a few minutes ago that he was going to fire him for sleeping at work. Only Danny could have an excuse like that.
Danny got up and walked with Mac to the elevator.
"You know, Mac, she's not the only reason I'm tired. We got in from Vegas late last night…"
"Sure. Whatever, Danny. If you want, when we finish up here, you can go home to…"
"NO! I can't." He thought about how his words must have sounded and explained quietly, "Look, Mac. I never thought I'd say this, but I'll get more rest here than I'll get at home. You understand, right?" He was begging for him to understand.
Mac simply shook his head. "Can't say that I do."
The entire way to the crime scene was spent with Danny trying to persuade Mac not to ruin his reputation by telling his coworkers that he couldn't keep up with his Montana. The more he explained, the more Mac laughed.
She's going to be the end of me.