DISCLAIMER: Sadly I do not own CSI NY or any of the characters, no matter how much I wish that Danny Messer was mine.
A/N: I wrote this story for a friend a few months ago and she persuaded me to post it. Hope you enjoy it and pretty, pretty please review. This is also my first CSI NY fic so go easy on me but all constructive criticism is welcome.
Let's play pretend and imagine that all the CSI NY team ended up attending the same school (I have no idea what any of the schools in NY are called as I am from England so I had to make one up, if it's a real school then I suppose that's a bonus).
The stuff in italics is flashbacks.
SUMMARY: Stella, Mac, Lindsay, Danny, Flack, Adam, Aiden, Sid, Hawkes and some of the other kids at Staten Island Academy are on a summer vacation with a few of the teachers but little did they know, the teachers had really gained permission from their parents and had actually taken them to Florida to work in a hotel for six weeks. With arguments over who has which jobs and relationship rivalry, can their friendships survive?
TITLE: Summer Friendships and Rivalry – Chapter 1
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They had always had their own cliques at Staten Island Academy, there was 'the Geeks', 'the Jocks', 'the Cheerleaders', 'the Airheads', 'the Goths', 'the Punks/rockers' and 'the Class Clowns'. Each clique kept themselves to themselves and socialised with nobody else, except for 'the Jocks' and 'the Cheerleaders'.
Daniel Messer and Donald Flack belonged to 'the Jocks'. They were both on the school basketball team and Danny was the captain. Stella Bonesara, Adam Ross, Mac Taylor and Aiden Burn were part of 'the Geeks' clique. Sid Hammerback belonged to 'the Class Clowns' clique with Sheldon Hawkes. Clara Johnson belonged to 'the Cheerleaders' although everyone thought that she should have been part of 'the Airhead' crew, of course nobody would ever say this because she was the girlfriend of the basketball captain. Lindsay Monroe had only just moved to New York from Bozeman, Montana, for her last year of school. She belonged to her own clique, 'the freak from the farm'. She hadn't really made any friends so when the trip to Florida was suggested; Lindsay thought it would be the perfect opportunity to make new friends.
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"Mum please, you have to let me go." She begged her mother, pleading with her to let her go on the six week holiday to Florida.
"Sweetheart I'm not sure, we've only just got to New York."
"Mum I promise I'll be careful and there's a load of teachers goin' so It's not like I'm gonna be left alone." Her mother had always been overprotective of her because she was the youngest, having and older sister and two older brothers.
"I know and I do trust you, I'm just worried that you'll get homesick and what happens if you get ill?"
"I won't, I'll be fine mom; I promise."
She knew that eventually she would have to let her daughter go, Lindsay was seventeen and preparing for her last year of school and sooner or later, Allison Monroe would have to let her daughter grow up. "Fine, you can go but I expect you to call me at least twice a week and if you want to come home then you call me or your dad." Lindsay smiled and threw her arms around her mother's neck, hugging her as a silent thank you.
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They had been at the hotel for three days and they were still getting over the shock of finding out that they were there to work, not to have a vacation. "I still can't believe they've done this to us, it's so not fair." The only reason that Clara was allowed on the cheerleading squad was because she was Danny's girlfriend and realistically she was as 'plastic' as they came and should have been thrust into 'the Airheads' clique a long time ago.
"I know babe but don't worry, we'll be fine." He gave her a quick kiss and headed off down the stairs and towards the reception. He had been given the 'wonderful' job as a bellboy and when he wasn't carrying things to and from peoples' rooms, he was helping out around the pool bar. Clara on the other hand, had been given a job working with the kids club with one of her best friends, Aimee, despite her constant protests about how she hated children.
Stella had gotten a job cleaning rooms and Aiden was in charge of making sure that every room had clean towels and room service. Flack was working around the pool as a lifeguard for both the kid's pool and the adult's pool. Mac and Adam worked in the reception and were being trained to answer the telephone and sort out any 'problematic guests'. Lindsay and Hawkes had jobs in the restaurant and Sid was working in the kitchens with other various students from Staten Island Academy. The teachers however, got to treat the break as just that, a vacation. "I wanna play on the swings." Clara looked down at the little girl who was tugging on her top insistently. "I wanna play."
"Go away you whiny little brat." The little girl ran away crying as Clara smirked at Aimee. "See, piece of cake."
"Oh yeah, come on I say we go shopping." They both giggled then checked that nobody was watching and sneaked out of the hotel.
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"Yes sir, I understand that and I'm very sorry but I can't just move them out of their seat because you would like to sit in the corner." Lindsay tried to calm the man before her down but he wasn't budging.
"Listen here lady, I have been coming to this hotel for twenty years, I demand a little respect." He looked about fifty years old and he was going bald. The hair he still had was turning grey and he was dressed in a vibrant Hawaiian shirt and a pair of cut off trousers which looked a size too small.
"Sir I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience but I can't just tell them to move because you have been attending our hotel for years." He looked at her, his face had a concentrated expression and his eyes seemed distant. "Sir? Sir, is everything ok?"
He suddenly snapped out of his daze and stared at her. "You're new here, I can tell. I'd like to speak to someone with a little more experience please."
She stared at him in shock until Sheldon came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Is everything alright?"
"Umm…yeah…yeah everything's fine; thank you." He reluctantly nodded and walked away as she led the man to a seat in the opposite corner of the room. "Sir, this is the best I can do for you."
"Well I suppose it'll have to do." He gave an exasperated sigh before picking up and glancing at a menu. She turned to walk away when he called her back. "Well aren't you going to ask me what I want?"
"That depends, are you ready to order yet?" She said it through gritted teeth, willing herself not to lose the hotel's rudest, yet longest attending, client.
"No but it's common courtesy to ask, or at least ask me what I'd like to drink." He rolled his eyes as she forced a smile onto her face and took his order.
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"This is possibly the worst job I have ever had." Stella muttered as she bent over the toilet, cleaning the seat.
"Worse than the weekend job at your uncle's Bakery?" Aiden smiled as she put a set of clean sheets on the bed.
"Yeah, you will laugh." Was the un-amused response that she got from the bathroom.
"I'm not, I was just asking a simple question." Aiden's grin widened as she tried to keep the laugh out of her Staten Island accent.
"Well at least at Uncle Al's bakery I got to wear normal clothes, not something out of 'Little Women'."
"They aren't that bad." Aiden looked down at her knee length, black and white dress as her smile faded. "Well…ok they are that bad but at least they keep you cool."
"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't wanna burn it." Stella walked into the bedroom, dragging her bucket and mop behind her.
"Hey I do, I hate dresses at the best of times but at least they're long enough so that you don't get guys whistling at you around the pool."
Stella laughed and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the end of it and rolling her eyes as Aiden complained that she had just straightened it. "Well no offence Aiden but I could use a boyfriend and I know that you could."
She sat down next to her and sighed. "I do not, besides I already have eyes for someone…but 'Geeks' and 'Jocks' don't mix." Stella nodded and wrapped an arm around Aiden's shoulders.
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"Danny!" The coach driver called him over and Danny jogged over to him. "I need you to take these cases to the reception."
"Ok, will do." The driver unloaded six cases and then climbed back onto the coach, ready to take the rest of his passengers to their destinations. Danny grabbed two of the cases and walked to the reception, putting them down on the floor and then walking back out to collect a few more. The guests merely followed him, discussing their plans for the evening and ignoring his struggling cries as he tripped over a step and dropped the suitcases.
"Goodness, you should be more careful young man." An old woman stared at him disapprovingly as he picked up the suitcases and smiled politely.
"Don't worry about me ma'am, I'm fine." She laughed and he looked at her confused.
"Fine you may be but I'm more worried about my suitcase thank you very much, it's designer." He rolled his eyes and walked into the reception as she followed closely behind him. "Don't you roll your eyes at me."
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"Good morning, Miami Beach Hotel, how can I help you?" Adam laughed and Mac threw him a dirty look. "Yes…yes that's correct…I'm afraid I can't help you Madame…ok…ok sorry…bye."
"What did she want?" Adam looked up from his filing cabinet and gave him a questioning look.
"She wanted to know how the food was in our restaurant." Adam raised his eyebrows and Mac laughed. "Well she doesn't want to stay if the food is no good."
Adam smirked and lowered his head, continuing with his filing. There was a comfortable silence between them until Adam broke it, his voice teasing. "Good morning, this is Mac Taylor, receptionist extraordinaire, speaking."
"Hey, one more word out of you…filer boy."
"Yes sir, sorry 'Mr Receptionist'. Mac rolled his eyes and continued typing up the room requests.
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"Hey mister, can you swim?" Flack looked down to see the little boy staring up at him and smiled.
"Yes I can which is why I'm a lifeguard." He jumped down from his chair and knelt down in front of the little boy. "Can you swim?"
"No, my dad said he's going to teach me but he hasn't gotten round to it yet." The little boy smiled, his eyes sparkling in the sun.
Flack looked around, checking that none of his friends were watching then looked back at the boy. "Well, how about if I teach you?" The little boy jumped up and down, clapping his hands and Flack told him to go and find some armbands before they started his swimming lesson.
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Back in the restaurant, Lindsay had just served her awkward customer and sat down at the salad bar. Sheldon walked over to her and sat on the seat next to her. "Hey, you alright? That guy giving you problems?"
She smiled at him, glad that someone had finally decided to talk to her. "No, I can handle him, thanks. I'm Lindsay by the way."
"I'm Sheldon, Sheldon Hawkes. So you're the new girl at school huh?"
"Yeah, we moved from here from Montana because my dad's got a new job." He smiled at her and she took a sip of water from the bottle she kept at the side of the bar.
"Cool, so you're a country girl then?"
"Yeah and New York is so different from Bozeman, it is going to take so much getting used to."
He nodded sympathetically. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." She thanked him and the two of them got back to work, occasionally stopping to talk to each other on breaks.
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When they had finished their day shift, they returned to their rooms to clean up and get changed for their evening shift. In the evenings, Lindsay, Stella, Sheldon, Mac and Danny worked in the restaurant, Flack and Adam worked in the downstairs bar and Sid helped to prepare the evening meals in the kitchen with Aiden, Aimee and Clara had the nights off. They were sharing rooms, two people in each and they had even been allowed to choose who to share with. Stella was sharing with Aiden, Danny with Flack, Aimee with Clara, Sid with Sheldon, Adam with Mac and Lindsay with Sarah, the head cheerleader and bitchiest girl at school. "So, what are you doing tonight? Are you working or do you get the night off?"
"Listen geek, I'm a cheerleader and you're…well…not. We don't mix and for your information, I don't work at all; I'm here for a vacation with my mom." Sarah walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a low-cut, strappy top then turned around to face Lindsay. "I don't do 'work'." Sarah was the daughter of the deputy head teacher so it was no surprise that she was the head cheerleader.
Lindsay smiled and nodded. "Right, of course not."
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"So Flack, did you see the totally hot chick at the pool today?" Danny was stood in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt up and Flack was laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Which one, I mean come on there were loads of 'em." Danny laughed and agreed then looked at his watch and realised that he was going to be late for work as he still hadn't done his hair.
"I know; I was talking about the blonde, leggy one." Flack smiled and agreed that she was very hot.
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Sheldon was stood in front of the mirror in his room, shaking his head at how loud Sid had his iPod; it was so loud that he could hear all of the words clearly. He tied his bowtie and walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth, Sid continued to root through the wardrobe, looking for the hat which he was required to wear in the kitchen.
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Aiden and Stella were already dressed and sat out on their balcony, drinking lemonade and talking about the day's events. "It's so unfair that they get the night off."
"I know but they have rich parents…we don't." Stella sighed and looked at the pool then back at Aiden. "Like you said before, you won't catch Aimee and Clara working at night."
"I'd love to know what Danny sees in her." Aiden leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on one of the railings.
"Yeah, you and me both but you can see she's only using him. I mean he's the captain of the basketball team, everyone knows he's gonna be the Prom King and she'll wanna be the Prom Queen."
"And what better way to get it than to go out with the hottest, most popular guy in school, right?"
"Exactly…anyway, we'd better head on up to the restaurant; we can't be late."
They both stood up and headed for the door, ready for a hard night's work in the hotel restaurant.
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Mac and Adam were sitting playing video games on Adam's Nintendo DS, having already gotten ready for work. "So, I hear you're working with Flack tonight?"
"Yeah, he…umm…he doesn't like me; he's the vice-captain of the basketball team and I'm…well I'm me." Adam was part of 'the Geeks' clique so he'd never spoken to Flack before but just knowing that Flack was 'a jock' made him certain that they wouldn't get along.
"Yeah well, just remember that you have real friends; friends that won't leave you because you're not popular enough."
Adam smiled and nodded then looked at the clock on the bedside table. "I'd better get down there then, wish me luck."
"Good luck, I'd better get to the restaurant so I'll see you later."
They walked out of the hotel room and Adam locked the door behind him. "I'll hand this in at reception and then whoever comes back here first can get it." Mac nodded and headed towards the restaurant as Adam went to the reception to hand in his key.
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"Clara I broke a nail!" Aimee sat on her bed, staring horrified at her chipped nail. Clara sighed exasperatedly and handed her a nail file. "Thanks, so like, what's the plan for tonight?"
"Well we'll have to go to the restaurant for dinner, go and see my 'Dannykins' and then…well I'll sort that out when we get to it." She stood in front of the mirror with a hairbrush in one hand and her hair straighteners in the other.
"Oh ok, you and Danny are gonna make such a cute prom couple." Aimee finished filing her nail then put the nail file on her bedside table and picked up her mascara. "You'll make such a pretty prom queen." She applied some of the mascara as she spoke, finding it incredibly difficult to multitask. "So do you think you'll ever get married? Ooo will you call your first baby after me, Aimee Messer." She sighed dreamily as Clara rolled her eyes.
"Me and Danny aren't serious, I don't want him, although he is very hot but no…I want Brent." She smirked and continued to straighten her hair.
"But I thought…"
She interrupted, setting Aimee straight on her intentions towards the youngest Messer. "You thought wrong, the only reason I am with Danny is because he's the captain of the basketball team. He'll make prom king and I need to be prom queen, what better way to get it than date the school hottie?"
"So you're gonna dump him after the prom?" Aimee looked up at Clara, shock written all over her face.
"When I make it to prom queen, I'm not going to need Daniel Messer anymore and Brent Connor will be mine." Aimee simply nodded, afraid of telling her what she really thought…without Clara and 'the Cheerleaders', she was nothing.
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A/N: Well here's the first chapter, I will get the next chapter up as soon as possible but I am currently working on another Doctor Who fic as well. Hopefully the next chapter will be up in the next few days and if you're really nice and review I'll try and get it up for tomorrow.
Please hit the review button and let me know what you think, all constructive criticism is welcome.
Thank you, love you all.
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