Title: New York
Rating: G (gah what happened to me)
Disclaimer: Nope, no CSI's over here.
Summary: New York was always beautiful in the fall. Oneshot. Futurefic. Companion piece to "Montana." Danny/Lindsey.
A/N: After several reviews telling me to write a second part, I finally caved. Yeah right. I totally planned on writing this. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. All seven of you I think. And to all those who read, but didn't review, hope you enjoyed it. This has not been beta'd, so any mistakes are mine.
Halloween was always the worst part of the year for a CSI. Psychos would come out of the woodworks to do their dirty deeds, and before New York's finest could catch them, they would disappear.
Yet, Halloween also meant that Autumn was here, and with her brought new smells and sights that not even he could ignore. The sight of the trees as they slowly lost their spring green color, the color that he always associated with her eyes, would mesmerize him.
He had started watching the leaves change as a young boy, the only thing he could do while under surveillance that the powers that be wouldn't think was him getting in trouble. He hated being watched at every moment, every turn. He couldn't even go to school without seeing someone out of the corners of his eyes.
But this morning he could watch the leaves fall from the branches peacefully. Or, as peacefully as he could with a woman calling out for him from his bedroom. He turned back to the view from his bay window, waiting for her to come in, knowing that she would check on their kids first before coming to find him. He looked out over Central Park and the trees quickly losing their green, noticing, not for the first time, the many colors that crossed his vision. The reds, yellows, oranges and all the colors in between, like ruby, amber, and gold, always made him hold his breath.
He exhaled sharply as he felt cold hands wrap around his bare chest and slide up to rest on his pectorals. He felt his wife lean her head against the middle of his back and felt the telltale signs of sweat covering her brow. He knew she had had a nightmare and felt bad that he hadn't been there when she had woken herself up. He pulled her in front of him to wrap her in a hug, holding her close to chase away the remnants of the dream.
He gestured to the scene in front of him with his head, his hands still wrapped around her waist, still tiny after two kids. "New York's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, staring once again at vision Autumn had brought him.
She didn't turn around to look over the landscape, just leaned her head back to watch her husband enthralled in one of the only things that made him happy. "Yeah. Yeah he is," she replied, placing her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
A/N: So this one was harder to write than I thought it was gonna be. Garsh. I think it sounds forced, but that's just me. It's longer than Montana, maybe that's why. And there's a sentence in there that I don't like at all but can't figure out a way to rewrite it. Grrrrr. I think my favorite line was the one about Lindsey's eyes. I know it doesn't say either of their names in here or in "Montana," but we all know that that's the only ship worth sailing. Well, hope you enjoyed these two fics. Maybe I can come up with some other ones involving the other four senses. Ideas? Thanks for reading. Oh and please review. Thanks.