Summary: In the end, they saved each other's life. She was his one weakness, and he was her strength. Now, she's back. Danny/OC
Author's Note: This story takes place in the very beginning of Season One. My story doesn't involve all of the episodes cases. There will be brief mentions, but I'll most likely create a few of my own. The reason for this is I can't find transcripts anywhere! If anyone of you know a website, would you mind letting me know? Actually, this fic really revolves around the relationships of the characters and my OC, Isabelle. Especially the Danny/Isabelle relationship. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Not even the song, How To Save A Life, The Fray owns it. Jerry Brukheimer owns the characters, ideas, and plot lines of CSI: New York, and unfortunately, they own Danny and Flack, sorry ladies!
Chapter One
Summer of '89
"Swing batta batta swing!"
The sultry, unforgiving August sun was beating down on the inhabitants of the ballpark in Staten Island, New York. It was one of the hottest days of the summer, but that didn't stop the crowd that formed to watch the no doubt exciting ball game.
With their cries of either praise or criticism slicing through the heated air, silence was no option. This didn't scare nor frighten the 15 year old pitcher that was sauntering to his place on the field.
Luckily, growing up in the Messer household made you practically immune to the disadvantages of noise. That was one gift that Danny Messer was immensely thankful for.
As he saw the look of fear on the older batter's face, he smirked appreciatively at himself. There was no ego boost like knowing that your simple presence on a baseball field could bring fear like that to somebody.
Of course that ego boost failed in comparison to what he was feeling a minute after when his famous fast balls were thrown, when the batter had two strikes.
"C'mon Dan, show 'em how to really throw a ball!" Louie Messer proudly yelled over the crowd.
Danny glided his blue-eyed gaze over to where his brother was leaning against the wall and couldn't help but grin. It faded a little once he saw who was by his side, Sonny Sassone Junior, a proud Tanglewood Boy.
All thoughts of Tanglewood and his brother faded once he pitched. That was the thing he loved most about baseball, it made everything disappear and seem somehow better. When he was playing he was invincible, nothing could stop him. And as an added bonus, he rocked at it.
"Ya see that there Sonny? That's what being a Messer is all about!" Louie exclaimed, clapping Danny on the back shortly after their team had own.
"Yeah, ya did good, kid." Sonny said, taking a final drag from his cigarette.
The adrenaline in the blonde's boy system was slowly decreasing after winning the game, "Thanks," he muttered, hoping for it to come out at least half-sincere.
The trio was walking home from the ballpark, the sun shining brightly down on them. Fortunately, it was starting to cool off as the sun was ready to bow out gracefully and the moon was about to make an appearance.
It still doesn't stop the damn heat though, thought Danny, wiping his brow as he tuned out the conversation between his brother and Sonny.
Ever since brother had started going to highschool, Danny had seen more and more of Sonny Sassone. He had obviously heard of him before and even seen and talked to him. It was mandatory after all, since the connection between the Messers and the Sassones.
Danny and Sonny could be considered friends, well as close as friends as you could be with a character like Sonny. That didn't mean that he couldn't feel annoyance towards Sonny or his.. what would you call it?... business.
That annoyance could be pretty much accepted if the stories that he heard of the 16 year old was true. A part of him had to grudgingly admit that it wasn't all toward Sonny.
It was Louie too.
Ever since his brother had started to hang out with the Tanglewood Boys and their crew, the brotherly relationship that Danny cherished had become more strained by the day. Louie was gone off doing god knows what half of the time, and they hardly hung out anymore more and if they did, they were never alone. Not to mention the countless times that Louie had blown him off to do something different. Something with - insert sarcastic air quotes - his boys.
Of course, he never voiced his anger to his brother, or his irritation towards the Tanglewood Boys. He was a Messer after all, and being a Messer meant never being weak.
As the three of them came around the winding corner that led to the Messer's household. There, the trio noticed a moving truck parked outside the house next door.
"I didn't know anyone was movin' into the neighbourhood." A confused Danny said, stopping on the sidewalk.
Sonny boasted to the brothers, with voice that practically said that he knew something that they didn't and was therefore more important and further up in the 'food chain', "Ya didn't know? My old man told me about them weeks ago. It's the Rosa's."
Louie nodded in understanding, "Oh, right. I heard about 'em. Moved here from Miami."
'Why?" Danny asked, curious about his new neighbours.
Sonny smirked as an Italian man came into view. He was a tall, imposing figure with an appearance that automatically told a person that he was superior. Black eyes were cold and demanding, and orders to the help were dripping from his mouth. A black Armani suit adorned his burly body under the August sun. Yet, it seemed that the heat had no affect on him. As if he was a man of steel.
Danny had a pretty good idea what business the man had here in his neighbourhood and Sonny's statement only confirmed his suspicions.
"Raul Rosa. Two words, Useful."
Danny smiled and Louie let out a bark of laughter at the Sassone boy, "FYI man, that's one word. Damn, you really sucked at English, huh?"
"Man, I told ya before, I was too busy lookin' at the hot thing that is Ms. Anderson!"
Somehow Danny heard something over the deep discussion about how hot Ms. Anderson really was.
It was a laugh.
A simple laugh, a good distance away from him, made Danny Messer look towards the newly inhabitanted yard. It wasn't even that loud, joyful, or in any conceivable way abnormal. It was just a simple laugh.
But Danny Messer was soon to discover that the girl that made the simple laugh, was about as far from simple as you could get.
In the yard, a young teenage girl was lightly conversing with a plump middle-aged, Hispanic woman. The teenager was short, only reaching about 5''1. It seemed that the girl was the older man's daughter, but the two was as different as night and day. The teenager wore a pair of worn, denim shorts and a faded black, Metallica t-shirt. Dark, chocolate hair was tumbling down her back, and a strand was covering her delicate face that was bathed in sunlight. A face that would easily make an artist weep in joy.
Sonny whistled appreciatively beside Danny, though it seemed like he was miles away, "Damn, that's the girl? No fourteen year old should have legs like that! What's her name again?"
"Uh, Isabella or somethin'." shrugged Louie, indifferently.
It seemed as if the girl - Isabella, her name was Isabella - could sense Danny's intense azure gaze on her, because she looked up. Even if it was a mere 2 second look, the tingling feeling inside of Danny still existed when his eyes met the most brightest, pure green eyes imaginable.
The girl blushed prettily before ducking her head. A second later, she looked up again and offered Danny a dimpled smile that made that annoying 'tingly feeling' even more tingly. Since he almost positive that he was blushing, Danny was beyond grateful and full of thanks when the girl stepped into the large stone house.
A speechless Danny Messer knew right then and there that this girl was different, this girl would change his entire existence as he knew it.
Isabella Rosa...