BROKEN BRIDGES
This is the first installment for my CSI crossover prison fic, 'Broken Bridges'. If I can get it the way I want, then this fic is gonna run pretty long. Oh, and to all of you lovely devotees of 'The Devil and Daniel Messer', don't worry, I'll still be working on that one along with this. I'll multitask, heheh, not really. Speaking of which, this is my second CSI related fanfiction piece. Anyways, read and review, thanks, your comments and advice are always appreciated.
And yes, you will start seeing more of the characters later.
Warning-This is slash, or M/M. It's also going to get much more violent with a lot more cussing and such. Maybe, if you're all good little kiddies, I'll add some male…intimacy…scenes. Oh Hell, I'd add 'em anyways.
Disclaimer- Oh Gods, do you know what I would DO with these characters if I owned them? Well, I don't, so never mind. I only have my fanfiction and art.
To Crystal, AKA-ClownBoy
Chapter 1
Danny stared at the dirtied cement flooring as he was escorted down the aisle that led to his cell. His hands rested on his moving legs, so with each lift, the handcuffs around his wrists jingled slightly.
The guards rapped their night sticks on each of the cells that belonged to the hands that reached through the bards to grab at Danny's 'personal body parts'. He chose not to acknowledge the prisoner's obscene catcalls and wolf whistles that they threw at him, and he lifted his head high.
He wasn't gonna be one of their little bitches, no way.
The two guards that held tightly to him stopped. They were now standing in front of his new cell.
As they were unlocking the barred door, Danny noticed the man he assumed to be his cellmate lying atop a bunk bed on the mattress closest to the ceiling. The top of the guy's head was facing their direction, so it was impossible for Danny to see his face.
Danny's ears perked up at the sound of quiet harmonica tunes being played through the obnoxiously loud quarters and he noted that it was coming from his cellmate.
If it weren't such a dreary hit of reality, Danny would have chuckled at the clichéd harmonica in a jail cell bit.
Once the door was opened, the officers lightly pushed Danny into the small room and locked the door behind him.
He took in all of his surroundings, which weren't very much; four gray walls, one made out of metal poles, a bunk bed, a small, barred, of course, window, and a few other random things.
The harmonica music stopped and Danny looked in his cellmate's direction. He noticed that the man was now looking at him with green eyes that read 'interest' and smile that seemed…on the boundaries towards friendly.
The man rolled over and dropped off his bed, landing heavily to his feet. He walked a foot or two in Danny's direction before holding out his hand. Danny cringed slightly, thinking that the guy was going to hit him or something.
"Mac Taylor."
Danny blushed, feeling slightly stupid over getting worried. I mean hey, the man was only introducing himself, right? He noticed the extended hand and took hold of it, responding, "Danny Messer".
"New here, right, seeing as I've never noticed you around before?" Mac asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Ooh, guys, Macky Taylor's got the new pretty boy! Hey Mac, you plan on sharin' your new fuck-toy with us?"
Mac whirled his head around in the direction of a cell about thirty feet or so across from theirs and scowled. "Idiots." He looked back at Danny.
"Uh, yeah…Just got put in." He shrugged and looked off to the side for a second.
"I see." Mac paused before continuing. "By the looks of you, I'm guessing that you've never been to any kind of prison before?" He chuckled at Danny's look of surprise and annoyance.
"How-how would you know, huh?" the boy stammered.
Mac shrugged, "I can just tell by looking at you, kid, you're a complete newbie. You can't be more than eighteen, so what'd ya do, get involved with a street gang and accidentally kill a few people and get caught? Am I right?"
Danny stood still for a moment, "Actually, you're right on my age and my crime. Cool, then you must be a psychic or somethin'."
"I must be." Mac muttered before turning and hopping back onto his bed.
Danny walked over and was about to sit down on the floor next to the bed, when Mac grabbed hold of his shoulder.
"Hey kid," he said, jabbing a thumb behind him. "Why don't you make your way up here?"
Danny gave him an odd look and hesitated, "Are you plannin' something dirty?"
Mac chuckled and shook his head, "Nah, I just haven't had a cellmate in a long time. I feel like talking!"
Danny loosened himself and climbed up onto the top mattress, with Mac still managing to get a good grab on his ass saying he was only helping him up.
"So, Sparky, do you actually have any tattoos on you?" Mac asked, leaning forward, a look of interest of his face.
"Sure I do." Danny rolled up his right sleeve and revealed a large, but still small, tattoo on his upper arm. Mac raised an eyebrow.
"'Tanglewood'? What the Hell's that mean?" Danny rolled his baby blues as if the man should already know.
"Duh, it was the gang I was in. See, this date here shows when I got in, and then I'll later have to add the date for when I got out." A look of pride was plastered on his scruffy, boyish face.
Mace smiled and said, "Well, that's one of the dumbest gang names I've ever been aware of." That wiped the smug look off of Danny's face and he heatedly spouted, "Oh yeah? Well, d'ya got anything better? I bet you don't."
Mac lifted up his left sleeve and briefly looked downwards at it, a quick glint of sadness flashing in his eyes. It was a picture of the American flag with the words 'U.S. Marines scrawled across it. "Got it when I first joined the Marines. See, my tattoo actually means something, unlike yours."
Danny scoffed. "Sure thing, old man."
The 'old man' smiled at his little remark, and Danny stared for a moment, taking in Mac's features.
The man had handsome, rugged features that seemed to almost fit the surrounds here. He looked almost worn, but still fighting and his emerald eyes held that same look. His hair was neat and dark, cut short around his head. He was of average height and his body was built, something that sort of intrigued the interest of Danny's libido. If it wasn't the eyes that had first attracted Danny, then it was definitely the smile. It was the smile of the Devil himself, with hints of snark, but friendliness…it almost lit up the rest of his features.
Danny was brought out of his thought when Mac gently nudged his shoulder, teasing, "What, are you planning on going through with the 'prison rape'?"
Danny's jaw dropped as he started to blush and he punched Mac's arm in a lighthearted way. "No! God, are all o' you's prison guys so filthy-minded?"
"Oh, I'm sure, but some of us have the decency not to show it."
Danny gave a quick laugh and then asked, "So…What are you in here for?"
Before Mac could answer, two guards from before came by their cell, unlocking the door. "Come on boys," said the one whose badge read 'Stokes', "Recess time."
Danny looked past Mac's shoulder and then the two of them climbed down off of the bed. They made their way towards the opening, where the cuffs were clasped back on. Danny chuckled at the guard who was putting on his cuffs; the young officer was having trouble before he managed to lock them.
"You keep laughing buddy, and I'll just have to make these cuffs tighter, heheh." Danny smirked at him.
"Easy there, Greg." Said Stokes.
Both Danny and now Mac continued to smirk as they were led out of the cell and into the mass of other 'perps', soon to be having what fun they could in the grassy yards.
As they stepped outside, some of the guys pretended that the bright sunlight blinded them, and they began to joke around screaming, 'My eyes!'. The guards just sighed and uncuffed all of them, letting the dangerous men loose onto the property.
Danny looked around at the wide range of space, taking it all in, when Mac grabbed hold of his hand. He looked back at him.
"Come with me, I want you to meet some guys."
He still held tightly to Danny's hand as he pulled him along towards a small group of guys who were staring back at him in amusement and interest.
"Who's this punk, huh?" A lightly coloured black man pointed at him with a grin.
"Danny Messer, that's who." He said, walking towards them and throwing a hand out. A tall Hispanic man took the offer and shook, saying, "Eric Delco. And these…" he pointed to the black man and then a smaller scruffy looking guy, "are Warrick Brown and Tim Speedle."
"I prefer Speed." The shorter man said.
"Well, it's nice to meet all you fellas. I'm Mac's new cellmate." Danny shoved his hands in his pockets and started rocking back and forth on his heels. "So…what's there to do around here?" He asked.
Speed looked off towards the sky and replied, lifting a finger each time he named an 'activity'. "Well, there's getting raped or shanked, uh, consensual fucking, suicide, shanking, 'recess', work…a few things, you might say.
Delco piped in with, "Basically, it's just like going to school again." The men all barked a laugh at this.
As Danny was sitting down in the grass next to the group, the guard addressed as 'Greg' came running over to them.
"Warrick! Warrick!" He hollered.
"Boy, you're gonna get your ass beat causin' all that noise!" Warrick called back at him.
"Ha, sure," he said, stopping right in front of them, catching his breath, "So, Nick and I wanted to know if you were up for tonight, huh?" At this, Warrick's cheeks seemed to redden a bit and he frowned. He looked behind Greg in the distance to see Officer Stokes smacking his forehead. He looked back at the blonde and frowned.
"I oughtta smack you." Warrick lifted his hand in mock threat, a grin spreading across his face. "And yes, I am up for tonight, so long as the Ward' ain't gonna find out."
"Great!" Greg chirped, clasping his hands together, "We'll see you then!" And with that, he bounded off towards an embarrassed Officer Stokes.
"Up for what exactly?" Danny asked innocently. Mac rolled his eyes and the other three looked at him like he was an idiot. He flinched in realization. "Oh! Oh, I get it now, sorry! That was a slow moment."
Speed snorted.
Five minutes passed as the group talked playfully with each other, until a voice barked out from the side.
"MESSER!"
Danny froze and his blue eyes widened. It felt like his heart had stopped dead on the moment that voice reached his ears. He slowly turned his head around and almost whispered, "Sonny.." He shot up from his seat as the man and a few of his 'crew' neared them.
"Hey Sonny, why're you here?" Danny asked nervously.
"Don't play dumb with me, ya little bitch! You know exactly why were in here." Sonny growled, pointing an angry finger at Danny as he got closer.
Danny's small shoulders went up as he curled back. He didn't want to get in a fight, let alone get killed. Mac stepped over to where he now stood in front of the younger man so as to protect him from any blows.
"Back off." He simply ordered.
Sonny bristled at this. He sure as Hell wasn't gonna let some jerk interfere with his matters. "Fuck off, asshole, this ain't your business. That punk needs a lesson in betrayal, and right now, you're preventing me from teachin' that to 'im." Mac stood his ground unmoved.
Sonny's anger boiled more so, and he swung a fist at Mac's face. Mac, managing to push Danny backwards and dodge at the same time, lunged forward and slammed his assailant hard in the stomach. Sonny, still gasping for air, grabbed hold of Mac's body and pulled him to the ground. The two men started rolling around on the grass, wailing heavily on each other, screaming obscenities and threats that would make a sailor cry.
Four guards rushed over, pulling the two flailing men away from the other, saying that if they didn't calm down, they'd use force.
The men stopped their thrashing and glared daggers at each other, breathing heavily.
"I'm gonna get you late for this, you sonuvabitch." Sonny said venomously.
"Can't wait for the day, you dick." Mac spat.
The two guards holding Sonny dragged him away while Officers Greg and Stokes were set Mac down by the somewhat stirred group.
"Jesus man, calm down." Stokes said, a weak laugh escaping his lips. "Yeah, but seriously though, you got some good skills on you, man!" Greg said, practically bouncing.
Nick rolled his eyes and grabbed Greg. "Were gonna be off, but just make sure you don't get into it anymore, okay?" Mac nodded curtly and the two guards left, waving briskly to Warrick who only smirked.
Danny, however, was staring at Mac as if he were his hero. "Wow, man, you didn't have to do that.."
Mac shrugged as if it weren't that big of a deal. "Well, I can't have some prick just going around thinking he can beat on my crew."
"Thank you." Danny blushed and lifted his hand to wipe away the blood that was now trickling from the man's mouth.
"Don't mention it, kid." Mac ruffled his hair and sighed. He was gonna be sore in the morning.
Haha, SEVEN pages! That's a fanfic record for me. So, what did you think? I thought it came out pretty well. Believe me, this isn't the last of Sonny Sassone, he does play an almost major part in this whole thing. For all you Flack fans, yes, the man will be introduced in the next chapter, as will a few other characters. Ya know, that is, if you want me to update…heheh, R/R, please. By the way, if there are any spelling errors, just try your best to ignore them and not mention them to me. I'll correct them later when I have the time. By now…a cookie and a prisoner mention to those who want it. I like adding you guys.