Title: Something Good
Author: Danii x2
Genres: Drama/Romance
Warnings: curses, murder (obviously), really that's it maybe something I forgot.
Summary: Danny is shot at a crime scene. What will happen to him? What will happen to Lindsay and his relationship? DL all the way. Used to be called Tragedy
This chapter takes place before you know what actually happens, I tried to make it suspenseful. It's kind of up to you to decide.
Chapter 1- A Future Exposure
Don Flack opened the door to the break room with a bang. He stalked to the makeshift counter and thrust the small cabinet door open with such fury that it rattled the cups inside. He grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator and went to sit on the small leather couch. He put his head in his hands and began silently berating himself for letting things at the crime scene get so horrible.
He was a detective. He should have been watching the door while they were checking out the crime scene. No, he had left to go ask the wife some questions. But it was your job, what could you have done? Still Don felt like it was his fault that…it happened. How could something so simple get so out of hand? The crime hadn't been that bad, a simple robbery and murder. The perp had left his DNA all over the apartment and it had been an easy case.
Don stood up and threw the empty water bottle into the trashcan near by. Even though Danny was hurt, the team could still help, all they needed was the computer to identify the man and presto…they caught him.
With a new sense of hope, Don walked out of the room and into the crime lab, praying that the computer had locked information on the DNA.
CSI:NY-CSI:NY-CSI:NY
Lindsay rushed past Stella and Mac, she could barely keep her tears from falling. She was running and nearly staggered into the locker room. She sat down heavily on the bench across from her locker and let her tears escape.
Twisting the lock with shaky hands she opened the door. Everywhere inside were pictures of Danny. She thrust her hand into it, digging deeper for the picture she loved most.
She had found it. It was from their first date. They had gone to Central Park. It had been on a hot spring afternoon, and they had had a picnic. At first they had flirted with each other, teasing each other about secret flaws and blackmail ideas. Then they had begun to talk about the important things.
She had found out some information that not even Mac knew. Danny was the middle child of three. His older brothers had joined the Tanglewood Boys and so had his younger brother after he left Staten Island. His family had been under surveillance for many years when he was young, and he had joined the Tanglewood Boys for four years. When he was nineteen, he had been arrested for assault. His father was a cop in the area and proceeded to get him out of the Tanglewood mess. His younger brother hadn't been that lucky. He had joined the Boys at a young age and never got out. His brother was killed two years before Danny became a CSI.
Unwillingly, Lindsay had also explained her past to Danny. She had come from Bozeman, Montana and had a couple of sisters. When she was twenty-one she and her four best friends and been taken hostage when they had gone into a jewelry store in Las Angeles for a week. All of her friends had been killed, while she had only been found injured.
She had been intrigued by the work of the officers that handled the case and that drew her into CSI work. After a couple of years working at the Bozeman crime lab, her mother died. Lindsay had left Montana wanting to leave her pain. New York had been her escape, the only way to leave her past behind her.
Danny had held her and comforted her through her sobs and angry rants. He had understood her pain and helped her stop feeling guilty. He had been her sensitive, loving rock. It was then at that moment at Central Park that she finally understood her feelings. She loved Danny Messer more than anything. The idea that he could die was so painful. She couldn't take it.
Lindsay was holding the picture in her hands, fresh tears flooding her face, when Stella found her.
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"Mac, what happened?" Stella Bonasera asked, as she approached Mac Taylor. He sighed and stared into her hazel eyes.
"As far as I know, Flack just said that something happened to Danny," he answered.
"Oh my. Do you know where it happened and where's Hawkes?" she said.
"I'm not sure, I believe he went with Flack,"
"Did you call him?" she asked. She put a hand to her cell phone and picked it up. One missed call. "Hold on a minute,"
She placed the phone to her ear a listened carefully, her eyes growing wider as she listened to Sheldon's frantic message.
"Well, he was shot while investigating the crime scene and he's…at St. Marc's." she said growing worried.
Lindsay Monroe rushed past them, her eyes glazed and her chest heaving. She seemed like she was about to cry.
"I'm going to the hospital. It's times like this when I hate being everyone's medical proxy" Mac said, turning around and walking towards the door.
"Call me when you find out what happened" Stella shouted and walked in the opposite direction.
She found Lindsay sitting on the bench in front of her locker, tears pouring down her face and clutching a photo to her chest.
Stella sat beside Lindsay and gently held her while she cried. She never told anyone but Stella actually wanted to get married and have a child to comfort.
"What happened Linds?" she asked quietly after her sobs had subsided. Lindsay sat up at rubbed at her eyes.
"Danny…" she stared at Stella, her eyes bloodshot, "He was shot in the stomach, he went to the hospital, but what if he dies?"
"Don't think that, don't give up hope"
"I know but I can't help it. Everytime I close my eyes, I see him. The shooter standing by the door, his gun poking out of his coat. I tried to tell Danny to watch out but it was too late. I can see him falling against the bookcase, and then I see him lying in a pool of his blood. Stel, he looked like our victim," she whispered.
"I'm sorry you had to be there,"
"me too. Did you know that they wouldn't let me in the ambulance? Only Flack was allowed to go,"
"Why was that?"
"I don't know, but I was so worried, so frightened. If not so much for me but for him."
"You really love him don't you?
Lindsay watched her for a minute then turned and looked at the picture. She softly touched his face then turned back to Stella.
"Yes more then anything."
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"Don what the hell happened?" Mac asked. He approached Don Flack from the second floor elevator. Don didn't acknowledge Mac, he merely stood against a glass viewing window staring wide eyed at the room in front of him.
Mac turned toward the window also. He nearly gasped when he saw the figure. It was his youngest CSI, Danny Messer. He was almost as pale as the sheets he was laying on. He was hooked to an IV and two other unidentifiable machines. The monitor on his other arm was counting and regulating his irregular pulse and shallow breathing. A large gauze wrap was arranged around his stomach, a faint red spot could be seen through it.
"They said that he needs to stabilize before they perform the surgery," Don said his voice a weird whisper.
"Oh, why is he still bleeding? Why can't he clot?" Mac asked as they backed away from the window and walked to the waiting room, to sit down.
"I don't know, something in his blood I guess. Danny nearly died on the way in here. They brought him back to the living and tried to repair what damage they could. They said that the rest of it has to be taken care of by a surgeon but he wasn't stable enough to live through an operation." Don said, his voice returning to normal.
"Damn. When is he going into surgery then? What organs did the bullet hit?" Flack shook his head a little then stood up and walked to the large window that showed a perfect view of the East River.
"I think later today" Don sighed. "The bullet hit his stomach, nicked his lung and then lodged into his left kidney."
"Crap. Can they take it out without destroying the actual organ?" Mac asked.
"I'm not sure, I think they're planning it now," Don said, surprised at hearing Mac curse so much.
How could I have let his happen? It was a simple crime scene investigation and yet it turned out like this. Mac let out an unexpected chuckle.
Don watched Mac confused. How was he laughing now?
"What are you laughing about?" he said returning to the seat
"The crime scene was so simple but then something so routine could end up killing one of my best men. Its not funny, just ironic."
Don put his head in his hands and sighed. " How could this have happened?"
"I don't know Flack. By the way where's Hawkes?"
"At the lab, he's interrogating the suspect that ran out of the apartment after he shot Danny"
"Okay, I need to talk to his doctor, why don't you go home or the lab. This place isn't helping anyone." Mac said with a sigh as he stood up and walked over to the central nurses' station.
"Thanks Mac, I'll see you soon, I guess." With a tired sigh, Don dragged himself to the elevators and made his way out of the hospital to the crime lab where the anxious CSI team was waiting.
A/N: okay so that's the first chapter. Coming Up…you learn what actually happened. That part takes place in the past.
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