Wrath


Disclaimer: I own CSI: NY (DVDs). That's it folks.

Summary: Wrath is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. Don't make you angry, you won't like you when you're angry.

AN: And so ends the seven deadly sins. The Italian scene is from the awesome film 'The Four Seasons' my parents and their friends are so them. Go watch the movie, you'll understand.


Anger...do not be angry with your neighbor's wife.


They wouldn't like you when you're mad. Don't make you mad. You can feel yourself turning hulk green. Danny Smash! They said you're a hot head and you're not proving them wrong. Your Mama says you're passionate because you're an Italian, like your ancestry is a pass. For a while you believed it. 'Wada ya want, I'm an Italian.' 'I'm an Italian' you'd say. It got to the point that Aiden once threw open a window at work and screamed – "Everyone! Everyone! This man is an Italian!" Everybody on the east coast got the announcement, Thank You Aiden. You still flush at the memory.

You're wrath used to be because you're an Italian and people are annoying as hell, but that has taken second fiddle to a new trigger – Lindsay. Not that you're mad at her – like you could ever be mad at her, no Lindsay is your trigger because you love her. First off to get to the conclusion that you love her you nearly broke a punching bag. Since then every time anyone has looked at her you feel like smashing their face in. You want to scream 'Hey, back off – she's mine!' Even at the lab, breaking her rules; 1 – I'm not anyone's property, just their girlfriend. And 2 – not at work. But the way some of the officers flirt the looks the lab techs give and those coroners you just want to lock her away. And work doesn't get you going like interrogations. You work with officers and gentlemen; you interview the dregs of society, men with minds so far in the gutter that they actually need a new descriptor.

Like now, this scumbag rapist and his scumbag attorney are coming on to Lindsay. Danny Smash! When the rapist makes an unchecked comment you do about smash, but you're beaten to the punch by Lindsay finally losing her cool diplomatic self. You've rarely seen her so pissed, it's kind of scary, and it's kind of hot. Maybe she's Italian too.


AN: And the eighth deadly sin is... PIZZA! Thank you for reading, and thank you again to my beta, Katherine without her this would have a lot more type-os and grammer issues. XXOO Streakie