The Devil and Daniel Messer

I guess you could say that this story has a mix of numerous genres in it, most of it being made up of comedy. That's probably why this whole thing will sound either really gay or really stupid when you read it. Not my first fic, but it is my first writing of something based on any CSI. Either way, if you did or didn't like it, I'd love to get a review of any kind from you. So, hopefully, this will be a good read for you.

Remember, this is Mac/Danny and Flack/Danny slash, so if you don't like the subject or just don't like the pairings, please go read something else.

Have fun.

Chapter 1

Danny stared down at his half-empty coke while his two best friends gave him the same stares, only theirs were layered with concern.

"Dan," Aiden started, "Somethin' up?" He looked up at her. "Huh? No, why?"

"Well," Hawkes put down the book he'd been reading and leaned forward, "maybe because you've been staring into your drink for half of the lunch period?"

Danny huffed and shrugged his small shoulders. "It's nothin', alright?"

"Okay..." Hawkes and Aiden replied, both still looking like they didn't believe him.

While Hawkes went back to his precious book and Aiden to her lunch, Danny took this as the oppourtune moment in which to seize a glance at Donny Flack, his crush, or, in his unsaid words, 'Love of his Life'.

Danny stared longingly at the object of his distant affection and mourned over the fact that he could never get the guy. Flack, as everyone called him, was as a popular, athletic, and most good grades student, whereas Danny was all of those but one; Popular.

He was the kind of student who sat in the back of class and got hits to various body parts on the same days of every week. This reassured him of the fact that he was never getting anyone, especially Flack.

Danny watched as Flack dragged a hand through his neat black hair as his blue eyes sparkled above a white grin.

"Danny? Danny!" He snapped back to attention at the sound of Aiden's voice and the wave of her hand in his face. "Hey man, you okay? Come on, we're gonna be late!"

He shook his head and jumped up from his seat and hurriedly collected his belongings.

'Damn!' He thought. He was so deep into his daydreaming that he hadn't even noticed that the bell had rung.

He quickly trotted to where his friends stood patiently waiting him, and then took off for their next class.

Unfortunately for Danny, he had been the last in line to receive his dress-out clothes, and by the time he got there, none were left. Oh shoot, he had to borrow a set from the girls again.

The size was obviously too small for him; his shorts were very short and they rode up just a little bit, while his shirt showed way too many details of his skinny frame. Of course, this look resulted in a lot of ass-grabbings and wolf-whistles on the way out of the locker room.

Face a bright red as he got a thankfully dried towel whip to his backside, he saw his only two friends and hurried over to them. They both giggled at the sight of him.

"Shut up, it's not funny. And you Hawkes-one day, you're gonna have to do this too. So anyways, what're we doing today?"

"Kickball," Answered Hawkes with a wide grin.

Now, as I mention before, Danny was a very good athlete, the only problem being that he got easily distracted, and once the distraction started, it was hard to get him back.

'Now,' He told himself, 'Unlike every other failed attempt, I have to really focus on this. Maybe I can get some of my status back…wait a minute, what status?'

"Game's gonna start, I'll be picking the teams today!" The gym teacher shouted. The class was separated into two groups and everyone took their places as the game started.

Eventually, Danny ended up next in line to kick the ball. He missed the first kick and the second one was ruined by a foul, but the second one actually made it through. He ran towards first base and then rounded second, heading straight for third. 'Almost there!' he thought.

Suddenly, a large mass of red rubber ball collided heavily with his face. He flew backwards and ended up painfully on his back, the words 'YOU'RE OUT!" ringing in his reddened ears.

Unfortunately, the darkness that comes before lack of consciousness came around, and he was out like a blonde light.

Danny woke up to the sound of voices. He couldn't see who they belonged to through the plastic curtain that surrounded him, so he tried guessing. One he knew as the nurse, but the other…wait-the other voice was Flack's! Oh, how he'd not recognized it was beyond him. He listened harder to try and get a good bit of the conversation.

"Okay, so what exactly happened?" That was the nurse…

He could hear Flack shift uncomfortably, "Well, uh, I took a baseball to the groin. It, uh, it hurts pretty bad, and it's makin' me walk weird."

"Well honey, I'm gonna have to take a look to make sure you didn't damage anything, okay?" Flack sighed heavily, while Danny, on the other hand, was trying his best not to squeal out a lung.

Danny reminded himself to thank God later for the curtain opening that he had just discovered. He peeked a look through it and watched intently as Flack slid his pants down to his knees.

If Danny's face wasn't already read from the kickball's impact, it sure as Hell was now.

Flack blushed and asked, "So, nurse, uh, what's the damage, is there anything wrong?"

Danny didn't realize he was speaking until the words had left his mouth, "From what I can see, everything just fine..."

The heads of both Flack and the nurse shot up in Danny's direction, eyes wide.

Needless to say, Danny tore out of there like a bat out of Hell.

Chapter Two.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, YOU SAW HIS PENIS!" Aiden screamed through the phone and into his ear.

"Er, yeh, but then I went and ruined it by accidentally talking and blowing my cover."

She sighed and pretended to cluck her tongue out of annoyance. "Danny, Danny, Danny, what am I going to do with you?"

"Throw me in the crazy house, 'cuz I'm going insane from seeing Flack's cock!" He and Aiden both erupted in loud squeals and started flailing their free hands wildly.

"Danny, honey?" His mother Stella's sweet voice wafted up the stair case and into his room, signaling that she wanted him for something.

"Oh, sorry Aiden, mom's callin'. Gotta go, bye!" After receiving her goodbyes and another squeal, he hung up the phone and headed downstairs, where his mother had dinner ready.

He sat down in his seat and readied his fork, but not before noticing that every chair was filled in but one. "Where's Louie?" he asked.

Stella sighed, "I don't know, I think he went out with his friends. Again." Here came another heartbreaking sigh.

Danny's father died two years ago. The man was a cop who unfortunately met his fate in a bad shootout. Anyways, Stella eventually remarried, thus the different last name. Danny didn't mind the guy, but Louie hated him and he greatly disapproved of the thought of his mother remarrying, even though she did anyway. After that, Louie decided to make a sort of rebel out of himself and that was why they almost never saw him at home.

Danny shrugged and bit into the food on his fork. He never bothered to worry about it.

Danny's sleeping body shivered thickly in his bed; he felt so cold…or at least he thought that he did.

His dream eyes looked this way and that into a field of complete darkness, but were suddenly halted when they made contact with what appeared to be frozen green crystals of ice made to look like eyes.

His body shivered more and he broke out into a cold sweat. Something about those eyes…

Suddenly, an eerie, heart-stopping laugh erupted from the chest of the darkness that surrounded him.

He woke up and shot out of his bed, a frightened shriek escaping his trembling lips.

"What the Hell was that?" he asked in a lilting voice, panting heavily. The room around him refused to give a reply.

Danny shook his head and shivered again. He grabbed a spare blanket off of the bed and wrapped it around himself as he sat down at his computer desk. He clicked on the monitor and loaded up an internet homepage.

'I don't think I'll be sleeping again tonight…' He thought to himself, chuckling a dry laugh.

Okay, end of the first two chapters. So, did you what you've read? Yes, I'm aware of the lack of our dear Mac, but he'll be around next chapter(s), so be awaiting that. Actually, should I really continue at all? Hm…