STOP!
If you haven't read my story called Five Alarm, you're gonna want to read that one first. If you've been with me since Going After Montana, you won't be lost at all. Attempting to read this one without reading Five Alarm first could be difficult, you miss a lot of backstory. At least read the last few chapters (or read the whole thing, I wouldn't mind that!). This story picks up RIGHT AFTER the final chapter of Five Alarm.
I didn't call myself Supernatural CSI for nothing. This story is definitely not like my others, I bring in some odd stuff. Eventually, it'll crossover with the show Supernatural. But that comes later. The first few chapters will give you a taste as to what's likely to come. Just remember, it's a CSI case...the suspects just might be vampires, that's all.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY; they belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS.
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Chapter One: Fessing Up
Visiting hours were over. Danny said his goodbyes to Lindsay with a promise that he'd be in the next day to give her a ride to work. The hospital wanted to keep her overnight just for observation. Lindsay had been pulled from a burning building and was suffering from smoke inhalation. Danny had saved her life.
He offered to go grab her a book or something, but Lindsay was content with the movie of the week on Lifetime…mostly because there wasn't anything else on except those forensic shows, and they drove her crazy because they never portrayed anything realistically.
As Danny closed the door behind him, Mac Taylor was coming out of the room across the hall. He had been in visiting Don Flack, Danny's best friend. Flack was recovering from a blow to the head and smoke inhalation as well.
"How is he?" Danny asked. "I was just on my way in there."
"He sounds like he's about eighty years old and a chain smoker, but he's otherwise all right," Mac responded. "How's Lindsay?"
"Bored," Danny said. "Cabin fever. She hates hospitals."
Mac smiled. "Well, they're never fun." His voice took on a more serious tone. "Danny, before you head in there…"
Briefly, Danny recalled being in the burning building with Mac, shoving him out of the way of a falling piece of debris. He knew where this conversation was going. "I did tell you I'd tell you later, huh?"
Mac nodded. He gestured to the door. "I'll buy you a beer. Flack'll be here tomorrow. I'll give you time off to come see him."
Danny nodded. "Yeah. Okay." He followed Mac outside. There was a little Irish pub about a block from the hospital. Once they were seated and served, Mac turned to Danny.
"So…"
"I guess I better start at the beginning," Danny said. "The past few weeks, I've been having nightmares. They started after the McCann house fire."
Mac knew the incident. "Okay?"
"The first one was me inside a room. I was looking for Lindsay. The whole place was on fire. It was gonna burn down any minute. I finally found her, and as I'm carrying her out, this piece of the ceiling falls. I don't know if it hit me or not, because I woke up before that part. A few nights later, I had a nightmare about a fire again. This time, it was Flack."
"I remember you telling Stella and I that," Mac said. "Now fast forward."
Danny took a sip of his beer and continued. "Mac, when I got into that room you told me to search…it was the exact same one from my dream, down to the last detail. It was like I'd been there before. I knew exactly where to go, what to look for. And then, as you and I and Lindsay were on our way out…I remembered the part about the ceiling falling. And that's how I knew when to push you out of the way."
He shrugged. "I know it sounds weird. Hell, I don't understand it myself."
"Has this happened before?" Mac asked, echoing Lindsay's words earlier.
Danny nodded. "Remember the Gimatto case? Just after we pulled Vic Malone from the river? I felt it again. Something was wrong with Lindsay. And I was right, wasn't I?"
Mac nodded; he had been correct. "I don't know, it's like she and I have this connection." Danny shrugged. "She thinks it's a good thing. She doesn't have to deal with the nightmares, though."
Mac chose his next words carefully. "This...connection, that the two of you have. I think it's entirely possible there's more to it than just you and Lindsay. It's really an invaluable tool. I mean, you did save her life. It would appear that your bond goes much deeper than the relationship you share. Almost like there's something bigger at work." He looked Danny directly in the eye. "Don't ever ignore the nightmares."
Danny nodded. "I won't." He shook his head. "I could do without the lack of sleep they give me," he said, glancing up at the ceiling as he said it. He looked at Mac. "Look, um…don't tell anybody else about this, okay? I mean, Flack knows I had a weird dream, but that's about it. Lindsay's the only person who knows the whole story. And you."
Mac said, "Your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks," Danny said. He knew that when Mac Taylor made a promise…he'd see it through to the end. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Just don't see anything before then," Mac said.
Danny shook his head at the joke. "Not a problem." After all, the fires were over. There wasn't any reason for him to have another nightmare, Lindsay was safe. Right?