GET A LIFE
Lindsay's tired of living in the prison she's created for herself. She's ready to get a life. Possible DL
CSI:NY
CHAPTER 2
Lindsay picked up her phone and hit number 3 on her speed dial.
"Hawkes."
"Hey, it's Lindsay. I was wondering if you still want to come over to watch a movie tomorrow."
"Wait a minute. I must've missed the news report about hell freezing over…"
"Haha, Hawkes. Are you up for it or not?" He did not miss the sarcasm or the slurred speech, but he thought it was best not to mention either.
"Oh, I'm definitely up for it, Lindsay. What time?"
"That's up to you. I'm off and I have nowhere to go. Oh, and Danny will be joining us."
"Oh, really? Hmmm. I'm free all day, so how about making a day of it? We'll just hang out until we get sick of each other. I'll come over tomorrow morning – whenever. Okay?"
"Sounds like a plan. See you in the morning. 'Night."
"Goodnight."
Lindsay closed her phone and turned to Danny. "Danny, Hawkes and I are going to make a day of it, so he's coming over whenever he gets up and gets dressed. You can join us for however long you want to."
"Sounds good. Now for the most important question: What movies are we going to watch? 'Cause I am not watching any girly movies." He had an indignant look on his face.
Lindsay sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Why don't you bring some movies over? That way you have only yourself to blame if it's too touchy-feely."
Danny rose from the couch as he responded, "That'll work. I'd better get going." He walked toward the door. "See you tomorrow."
Lindsay unlocked and opened the door for him. She bid him good night and shut the door behind him.
Was it really that easy to foray into the world of the living? Lindsay was quite pleased with the way her day turned out. She had two friends to lift her out of the depths of despair that she had voluntarily sunken into.
When she went into her bathroom to shower and brush her teeth, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She actually had a grin on her face. She couldn't remember the last time she looked content. She showered, brushed her teeth, and got ready for bed. The first few minutes in bed were spent thinking about how her day, no, her life turned around so quickly. She slept restfully that night, impatient for what the next day had in store for her. The alcohol didn't hurt either.
CSI:NY
Hawkes began to wonder if Lindsay had chickened out on him. He had been knocking for a while, wondering if her neighbors were going to turn on him. He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed her number.
Lindsay heard the chime of her phone, but, as she was awakened from her slumber, she didn't know what the noise was. Her head was throbbing and heavy; her stomach wasn't feeling too hot either. The noise stopped. Thank goodness. Then it started again. This time, she recognized the noise as the chime of her phone and reached for it. Her head was still under her pillow, but she brought the phone to her ear.
"Greph."
"Lindsay?"
"Mmmgreph."
"Lindsay, open up. It's Hawkes."
Silence.
"Lindsay, I know you're hung over, but I need you to open the door for me."
"Huh?"
"Get up and open the door, Lindsay."
She finally realized where she was, and the plans she had made the preceding night entered her mind. Not a good idea to plan to socialize the morning after a night of hard drinking.
She closed the phone and, holding her pillow to the front of her face, navigated her way to the front door to let Hawkes in
"Lindsay? You alright?"
She didn't answer, but turned around and headed back to her bedroom and closed the door. After a few minutes Hawkes realized that she probably wasn't coming out, so he knocked on her door and entered without waiting for a response. Lindsay was sprawled out on the bed, immobilized. He wasn't wasting his off day, so he decided to get her up.
"LINDSAY!!" he hollered.
"I'm up. Gimme a minute."
"No more minutes. Rise and shine!"
She whined at his insistence on getting out of the bed at whatever ungodly hour it was. "What time is it?"
"Ten o'clock."
"Ten o'clock?" She exhaled heavily and peeled the pillow from her face. The light from the window assaulted her sensitive eyes and she silently vowed to never get drunk again.
She propped herself up slowly, and then turned to sit up on the edge of the bed.
Hawkes laughed at the sight of her. "Wow, Lindsay. You look bad."
She shot him a very confused look and rubbed her eyes.
"Why don't you get dressed while I make some coffee?"
"Coffee," she grumbled.
Hawkes left the room, all the while laughing at the sight he had just witnessed.
The coffee had just finished brewing when Lindsay appeared in the kitchen ready to partake of it. He poured them both a cup and offered her sugar and cream, which she declined. They made their way back into the living room and sat on the couch.
He put his arm around her and asked, "So, what changed your mind about today? And how did Messer get involved?"
"Danny found me at a bar last night drowning my sorrows. He walked me home and we talked for a while. I guess between the two of you I realized that I wouldn't be sacrificing anything if I reached out to the people who are reaching out to me." She looked him squarely in the eyes. "Thank you, Sheldon."
"My pleasure, Lindsay. I've got to say that I wasn't expecting your call last night. When you told me that you didn't want to spend the day with me I thought that was the last I was going to hear of it." Smirking, he said, "I'm happy you called."
"I'm happy I called too. Otherwise," she said, giving him a glare, "I might have gotten enough sleep today!"
"Well, nobody told you to get drunk last night." They both laughed and relaxed.
Hawkes got up and picked up a DVD. "So, you like Pacino?"
Lindsay squinted to see the title of the movie. Scarface.
She said, "Say hello to my little friend." They broke into hysterics. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Must be Danny." Hawkes rose to answer the door and let Danny in.
"Hey, man."
"Hey. Is she sober yet?"
"Man, she must have been passed out when I got here. Had me waiting outside for an hour. The neighbors called the cops and…"
"And she's sitting right here, thank you," Lindsay interrupted firmly, which made the guys laugh heartily.
"Hey, Montana." Danny looked at the movies on the coffee table and asked, "What we got?"
Sheldon answered, "Scarface. You like Pacino?"
"Sure. I told Lindsay I didn't want any girly movies. I brought some too, but this is fine." He sat on the couch and turned to Lindsay. "See all you've been missing, Montana? When was the last time you had this kind of stimulating conversation?" he asked with a smile.
Lindsay pretended to think very hard. "Probably when you brought your dog to the lab."
"Awww, Montana. That hurts."
Hawkes interrupted them, "Okay, it's on." He took his place on the couch beside Lindsay and the three friends watched the movies and spoke the lines of their favorite parts.
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After watching every "guy" movie ever made and ordering from every takeout place in Manhattan, Hawkes made a proposal.
"How about we go out on the town tonight? I know this club that has a little something for everybody. And who knows? Since Ms. Monroe is turning over a new leaf, she might just get lucky."
Lindsay rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. "One thing at a time, Sheldon."
"Alright. Well, I'll be the designated Lindsay-sitter. I will refrain from picking up any women so that I can give you my full attention. How about that?"
Lindsay started to like all of the special attention she was getting, but she didn't want to put a damper on Hawkes' night out. "I don't need a sitter. I'll be fine. I'll just bring a book to read and…" The rest of her sentence could not be heard over the laughter of her friends.
"What? I have to start off slowly. Do you know the last time I was in a club?"
"You're going to read a book at a club? I knew you were square, but come on, Lindsay," Danny retorted.
"Is there something wrong with reading?"
"Reading, no. Reading at a club, yes."
"Get dressed Montana, and leave your books at home."
TBC