One Shot Chapter 1, a csi: new york fanfic

Title: One Shot

Summary: CSI:NY characters put in to the movie 8 MILE. And oh, spotlight's on Flack. Not so much on Danny.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY and its characters. I do not own the film 8 MILE. Its rights are owned by Brian Grazer.

A/N: I've seen the movie even if I'm under the restricted age for that movie. I think I was only 12 when I watched it on VCD. But, now, I'm 14, I kind of get it now. It was okay. But with CSI: NY, I'm old enough to watch that. So, enjoy this parody.

Genre: Drama/ Angst

Author: TanglewoodbabeViron (Viron Quintos)

"One Shot"

Chapter 1: Blown Shot

Don's adrenalin is pumping. Rap battles always make him so nervous. He could hear all the muffled noises from outside. Danny, a.k.a Thumpy G is hustling this battle. Damn, he could just spit a rhyme right now. He could hear someone beating down on his opponent now.

"Your rhymes are whacked/ Bitch, you're

about to get sacked/ You can't even do a

decent rap/ Get off the stage, you're killing me/ Hiring an entourage just for credibility. You rap to the beat, it doesn't make you an emcee/ Here comes the end/ Blood Killer just got you served"

The crowd gave out its cheer of approval. Then, Danny's voice hailed them down.

"Okay, okay. That was sleek. Way sleek. But, Shady Thug has to spit back on Blood Killer. So, same beats, 90 seconds, got that?"

Don looked at his reflection one more time in the mirror, "Don't screw this." He mumbled to himself.

"DJ, spin that shit!" Danny said.

Don didn't pay that much attention to the on-going battle. He felt sick. His dinner was churning in his stomach, he just had to throw up. He ran in the nearest cubicle and threw up. Oh, this was so gross it made him throw up more. Damn, his nerves always made him throw up. His fear was inhumanizing him.

Then he heard the mic drop, Blood Killer was done.

Thing was, whoever won this battle would be the one Don had to battle. The crowd was roaring loudly. He didn't hear the guy's rap, he was too busy throwing out his gut.

Danny had to quite down the crowd before he could speak audibly again. "Nice. Shit was bangin'. But, the thing is, the crowd decides. People, if you think Blood Killer wins it, then let's hear it for him."

The crowd cheered loudly. It seemed as if they were in favor of him. Danny looked around the crowd. "Aight fair enough. 'Bout my boy, Shady Thug?"

It sounded as if only 50 people cheered.

"Okay, then, you asked for him , you'll get him again. Blood Killer wins the battle! Now, BK, you get to spit a verse again, and you'll go up against my man, Don Tuck, on the next round. Aight?" Danny had to raise his voice slightly over the loud cheering crowd.

Backstage, Danny and Hawkes, a.k.a Dr. Bizarre were talking about the battle that just ended. Thumpy G was wearing a visor over his already messy spike hair, a Yankees jersey, his gold crucifix bling, and black baggy pants too, which were sort of falling off, even if he was wearing a belt, and with the Crip bandana worn like a wrist band. He was like a white Snoop Dogg, with the Crip flag and all. Hawkes had his hair done like Xzibit's and he was wearing Roc-A-Wear all over. They both looked like the richest underground hip hoppers of New York.

They were later joined by Chad, a.k.a Crip O.G. "Yo, Thumpy, that was hot. Man, I can't believe Don's gonna be getting on stage next. He's, like, one of the slickest rappers New York has ever seen."

"Or, at least, we've seen." Hawkes commented, grimacing a little. "This is like, the first time he'll get to rap in public. There are about 200 hundred people. And considering him, he's… well, um, you know, w-h-i-t-e. And I meant no racism there. Just trying to make a point."

"Yeah, I get that." Don said, wiping his mouth. He just threw up… again. And he just got out of the bathroom.

Danny's face brightened up upon seeing him. "Yo, Don!"

They did their handshake, and as soon as they were finished, Danny asked him, "So, you ready for this?"

Don laughed bitterly, "Hopefully. This is like…"

He trailed off because a beautiful Latina or Italiana (who cared? Hell, she was beautiful) just passed by with a another beautiful Filipina girl. He can't keep his eyes off the Italian girl. Thumpy had his eyes on the Filipina girl. He looked more embarrassing. He had his mouth hanging open. The two girls didn't seem to notice. But the Italian caught Don's stare and smiled at him. Don smiled back, a little too goofily. She giggled and raised her chin in greeting at him. Thumpy was still staring at the other girl. Thankfully, Hawkes snapped them back to reality.

"Uh, Thumpy, don't you have a battle to host?" he asked innocently, smiling in mockery.

Thumpy shook his head, just getting back to reality. "Damn. Sorry man, who was that girl Aiden Burn was with?"

Burn?, Don thought. The last name seemed vaguely familiar to him. "Wait, did you say 'Burn'? Is she related to that ass I work with? Francis Burn? Coz there's no way…" But Don trailed off, looking at how the others nodded sheepishly, he couldn't believe what this fact was telling him "Okay, that's just sick."

But Danny seemed more hopeful, "Hey man, don't let that fact get to you. You could win her heart. Same way I could with her friend. Now, if you guys will excuse me, I have a rap battle to continue hosing."

Once Danny walked out, Hawkes put a hand on Don's shoulder, and said, "Yo, good luck out there, man. And if you win this battle, you get to rap for Proof from D12 next week. He might give out a chance for a possible deal with Shady Records."

"Go kick BK's ass, Dan Tuck." Chad said supportively.

"Thanks guys." Don said, at the same time, letting go of a breath he didn't know he's been holding.

As Don walked up the stage, he couldn't help noticing people from the crowd glaring at him. Others had a look as if questioning why he a white boy was up there.

There were really about 200 people in there. Then he spotted Aiden in the crowd and felt a spark of hope.

His opponent, Blood Killer, looked so intimidating. He was an African-American male who had a physique like Usher's, he had an official tattoo of the Bloods gang in his left arm and he was glaring at Don threateningly.

"Each rapper has 90 seconds to spit out a verse, and in the end, the crowd decides on who will get a chance to rap for Proof from D12 on next week's battle." Thumpy said over the mic. He looked from Blood Killer to Don and back to Blood Killer. "Heads or Tails?" He asked, raising his chin to Blood Killer.

"Heads", growled Blood Killer in his own mic, still not taking his eyes off Don. Don swallowed. He was getting intimidated.

Thumpy tossed the coin and caught it. "Heads. So, who goes first?" addressing Blood Killer.

"Let whittie go first." He said coldly. The crowed had their dark "oohs…" and Thumpy G had to wince at his. After all, he was also white. But, being a gentleman, he chose to ignore the comment.

Don, however, had no reaction to what Blood Killer just said. His mind felt numb.

As soon as Danny recovered, he did his thing by saying: " New beats, and Don Tuck, my man, starts, first. Know what? Let's hear it for him first. C'mon, people." The crowd cheered fairly.

As Thumpy exited the stage, he said his punch line, "DJ, Spin that shit!" and the DJ started spinning records.

Don was nervous more than ever. Okay, now he had the beats, all he needs are the words. He put his mouth over the mic and opened them.

Shit. No word came out. Just a choke.

It was like he was having a mental blank. It was like he forgot all those rhymes he wrote and mastered. God, he was feeling so embarrassed up there. His palms were sweating, his knees were weak, and his arms felt heavy holding the mic.

He looked at the audience for Aiden, who was staring at him expectantly.

"C'mon, Don." Chad hissed at him from the side of the stage.

No, he couldn't do it. And he can't understand why.

People were starting to throw nasty words at him, making him get off the stage. Some were booing at him, some were shouting things to him.

"Get off the stage, you ass."

More words were thrown at him, but he didn't hear them out. He felt like blood was rushing in his head, making him feel numb.

Then, he dropped the mic and stormed off the stage. The crowd gave out more words of outrage more loudly.

He just blew it.

A/N: So, do you like it so far? This is just part one, I'm working on this as best as I could. C'mon, I just a had a B come out as a grade in my history class, and well, you know how parents are about stuff like your life online. They'll put a hinder to it to make you do stuff for school. I'll see you guys soon. R&R and please, so I'll have more motivations for Chapter Two. ;-)