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 Seven: Saturday Morning

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Author's Note: Another short chapter, I'm afraid to say. But at least it didn't take me as long to update. It's hard for me to update quickly when I write long chapters because I don't have an editor anymore. If anyone has any spare time and would like to edit the story for me, I'd really appreciate it. Just leave a little note that you wouldn't mind to edit in your comment, along with your e-mail, and I'll get back to you. I'd really love it and I would be able to update faster. But please don't say you want to edit if you won't be able to do so quickly, because then it defeats the whole purpose.

Thanks to all my faithful reviewers who have stuck by me. I'm trying to write as fast as I can, but I'm also currently writing a Harry Potter fan-fic, so it's taking a while. :P

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Danny awoke slowly, sleep still trying to claim him. Yet, he didn't feel tired. In fact, for the first time in nearly a week, Danny actually felt well rested. It's a miracle, he teased himself as he opened his eyes. All he could see was a face full of Aiden's dark hair, which smelt faintly of lime and coconut. During the night, she had managed to shift in his grasp to face him. Her head was currently resting on his chest, her hands gripping the bottom of his undershirt. And although she had a death grip on his shirt, she seemed quite peaceful as she slept soundly. He hated the thought of pulling her away from that calmness by waking her up.

He laid still for a while, just watching her sleep. Absentmindedly, he ran his hand up and down her back slowly. Aiden began to awaken when she felt Danny's hand rubbing her back through her tank top. She didn't move as she opened her eyes and realized that all she could see was Danny's undershirt. No wonder I slept so well. She smiled at the thought, relaxing against Danny's touch. It amazed her how calm he'd been throughout the case. Luckily one of them was at least keeping a level head. Aiden wasn't sure if she would have been able to survive this long without Danny.

His fingers began to trace little circles in the curve of her back, right on the spine. Aiden let out a little hum of content, which caused Danny to laugh. "I had a feeling you were faking sleep," he told her as his fingers continued to massage.

"Oh, I don't fake anything, Danny." She wondered if Danny heard the underlying tone and caught the added meaning. Aiden shifted her head back and looked up at Danny's face. He was looking right back at her, daring her to continue to talk, to protest against his touch. Instead, Aiden released her grip on his undershirt and ran her hands up the front of his shirt, resting her palms on his chest. As he continued his tracing of her lower back, Aiden's fingers began to dance across his chest, forming their own pattern of passage. Aiden stared into the eyes of her partner, her make believe husband, and wondered if this was what Saturday mornings were like when you were married. It's nice, Aiden admitted to herself as she managed to tear her gaze away from his. Perhaps a little too nice.

"So, do we have any plans for the day?" Aiden asked softly, trying to think of anything to say to break the silence that now filled the room. "Or am I going to do what I'm best at- absolutely nothing?" Aiden smiled, "Because doing nothing and being lazy all day sounds rather inviting. I could take a nice, long bath. Maybe follow it up with a pint of my favorite ice cream." All of those things sounded like a perfect way to send a free day, but Aiden was only half serious. The other half of her wanted to snatch up the case file and look over everything another time. She'd also check in with Flack to see if they'd found out anything new. Aiden simply hated being out of the loop, only an observer and not an investigator.

"No plans that I know of," Danny told her, his fingers freezing on her back. "I don't have to work today and we haven't been invited to any boring dinner parties for this evening yet."

"I liked you nightclub idea," Aiden told him, pulling her own hands away. "You know, for after I've gotten my bath, watched my movie..." Aiden dropped off the end of the sentence, knowing Danny got the idea. "It'll be a good way to relax and to get our minds off of things." An image of Jason Wellington flashed through her mind, but she forced herself to ignore it. Just ignore it and it will eventually go away. Aiden kept promising herself. Instead, Aiden tried to focus all of her attention onto Danny, which she had been getting quite good at in the past week. She felt the urge to tell him something, to confide in him, but about what she wasn't sure. She just had a feeling that she needed to tell him something.

"I think we should start with some breakfast before we do anything else," Danny suggested. "Then we can change, take a little run to relieve some built up stress, take a dip in the pool, and settle down for a movie with that ice cream of yours." Aiden nodded and felt him pulling away, sitting up and sliding out of the bed. All too soon she began to miss his warmth, the emptiness he left behind as he went into the bathroom and closed the door softly. This situation is becoming familiar far too quickly. Aiden warned herself, but she didn't think it could be helped. Danny was her friend. He was there for her, especially when she needed him the most. He was trying so hard to protect her (even though Aiden wasn't positive she needed protecting). She tried not to think about how things were going to be when they returned to their real lives as she turned onto her other side to face the bathroom door. She'd grown used to this new life style, the new everyday routine. And although she endlessly prayed for Sabrina Jackson's safe return, she couldn't help but wish that her life could stay this way.

She heard the toilet flush, bringing her back to reality. It was followed by the momentary sound of running water and then Danny appeared back in the bedroom. "Well, what are you waiting for," he asked, grinning, "an open invitation?"

With a huge, overplayed sigh, Aiden regretfully left the bed and allowed Danny to lead her down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Before they could make it down the hallway, the doorbell rung throughout the downstairs of the apartment. Aiden quickly turned around and Danny followed her to the front door. Aiden unbolted the deadlock and turned the doorhandle, opening the door just enough to get her head at the crack and to see who dared to bug them on the sacred day.

Emily Wellington stood in the hallway of the apartment complex, tears running like waterfalls down her cheeks. Aiden didn't want to listen to her drag on and on about her husband again, not after what he'd tried to do to her the previous night. Yet, by the look on the older women's face, Aiden could tell that she wasn't here to talk about her cheating husband. Even he couldn't stir enough emotion in Emily Wellington to cause crying.

Danny placed his hands on Aiden's bare shoulders and glanced around her at their sniffling neighbor. Both were too caught off guard to come up with something polite to inquire. Instead, they both decided to just wait until Mrs. Wellington opened that big mouth of hers and explained.

It didn't take her very long. "It's Julia, I'm afraid." She blew her nose on her handkerchief she held in front of her face. "Poor Robert went to check on her last night when he returned from the party. When he entered his home, he found the entire flat ransacked and Julia..." Emily paused and let out a choked sob. "Poor, poor Julia..."

"What was wrong with Julia?" Danny asked, his attention focused on Emily as he studied her over Aiden's shoulder.

"Poor Mrs. Granger was murdered in her bed!"