When It Rains In New York
A C.S.I. New York fan-fic
Written by: Anti Darth Ani
Edited by: Anti Darth Ani
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Chapter Six: Aftermath
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Author's Note: Really short chapter here, and I'm sorry for that. The next one will be longer, I promise! Thanks to all the amazing and awesome reviews I've been getting. I haven't forgotten this story, I promise. I just have a lot of sort that needs my attention right now. Sorry!
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Danny felt the bed shift as Aiden climbed in on the other side. He rolled over to face her, only to see that she was staring back at him. "Some night, huh?" she asked. Her eyes were red and Danny had a feeling she'd cried once she'd locked herself in the bathroom. She was trying to put on a brave face, and Danny knew how she felt.
"I told you it wouldn't take long for them all to get drunk," Danny replied, trying to lighten the mood a little. In the darkness, he could barely see Aiden's outline, but he doubted that she was smiling. Danny wasn't quite sure exactly what Jason Wellington had said to Aiden at the bar, but he'd seen the way Jason grabbed her arm and the way he'd pressed his mouth right next to Aiden's ear when he talked. He remembered how scared Aiden had looked when she finally turned around to face him while Mr. Wellington walked away.
"If I remember correctly, you'd been drinking a bit yourself, Mr. Herts," Aiden fired back. At least she hadn't lost her spirit. "Seems I had to pull the wine glass away from you while you could still stand on two legs."
"Now, hold on a minute," Danny said, shifting in the bed to get a little closer to her. "The only reason you took my wine from me was to have it yourself. My soberness was not on the line. I'll have you take that back, Mrs. Herts. My honor has been bruised, thanks to you and your smart remarks."
Aiden took in a deep, dramatic sign. "I suppose I'm sorry, Danny's honor. No hurt intended, I swear." Aiden paused for a moment and then became serious again. "Thanks for getting me away from that place," she said in a tiny voice. She still felt Mr. Wellington's grasp, could smell his breath as if he was still next to her, instead of Danny. I hate not being in control. I hate letting him get under my skin. But he won't go away. She felt ready to cry all over again, but she refused to this time. She couldn't stand being vulnerable, not around the people who knew her to be so strong. And certainly not around Danny, whom she'd gotten closer to during their undercover work for the case.
Danny reached across to her and brushed the hair out her face. "Chin up, Burn. Tomorrow's another day. A Saturday, if I do recall correctly. A day where we don't have anything to do with the upper class society of New York City. A day for TV and movies. Perhaps even a little stroll through the park or a night in one of the town's finest nightclubs."
"Keep on talking, Messer, I think you may be on to something with that nightclub idea." Aiden turned around to face the other side of the bed before moving back against Danny. His arm snaked around her waist before resting lightly there. "As long as we stay away from drunk Wellington and his looney wife."
Danny rested his head on the side of Aiden's. "Oh, I'm sure she'd not that bad, Aiden. After all, we know how much you absolutely love to sew and knit while you talk about the latest fashion line for the fall." Danny grinned while Aiden let out a light laugh. "And don't try to deny that you aren't thrilled about the poodle dog show next weekend. You'll get to wear that lovely hat you mistook for a shoe box up in your closet."
"Hmm... well, when you put it like that, I guess it wouldn't be too bad," Aiden joked with him, glad he didn't want to push the Wellington issue too much. And the idea of a free Saturday and Sunday to themselves was equally promising. Now all she needed was a good night's sleep, without a nightmare of what could be happening to Sabrina Jackson. Aiden hated that they were only plants, sent to observer, not to investigate. Mac, Stella, and Flack were doing all the real work without them. Helpless, Aiden thought. She was tempted to go get the file and look over it again for anything they could have possibly missed. But Danny had already drifted off, and Aiden felt safe with him so safe to her. She would hate to lose the comfort so soon, so Aiden closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep. There's always tomorrow, she told herself, ridding herself of a picture of Sabrina still lingering in her memory.