CSI: NY – The Musical!
Disclaimer: Second verse same as the first.
Summary: The more you love someone the more you want to kill them.
AN: The first show was The Producers. The second is Avenue Q. Both are amazing and should be picked up. If this chapter seems a little choppy to you, it's because of the song, Christmas Eve (the one in Avenue Q who sings this) has a strong Japanese accent…
Chapter Two - The More You Love Someone
"DANNY MESSER!" The Montanan accent hurled the name in anger as the bearer hurried down the hall with a giddy laughter. Stella Bonasera sighed and shook her head, some times she wished her co workers would just do it and get back to work. The constant pulling of pigtails was getting nothing done. She rounded the corner to the break room where the weary Montanan had flopped in a chair. Stella smiled at the woman and perched on the table so that she could aid in the venting, thus speeding up the work process in the long run.
"Why can't people get along and love each other, Stella?" she asked. Lindsay Monroe was a sweetie, some times a little too much so. Stella laughed softly.
"You think getting along is the same as loving? Sometimes love is right where you hate the most, Lindsay Monroe." This was all about Danny, Stella knew it. Now was the time to give this girl a little push.
"Huh?"
"The more you love someone, the more you want to kill 'em. The more you love someone, the more he can make you cry. Though you are trying, to make peace with them and loving, that's why you love so strong you like to make him die!" Stella pronounced, she was on a roll. Lindsay just looked at her.
"The more you love someone, the more he makes you crazy. The more you love someone, the more you wishing him dead! Sometime you look at him and only see fat and lazy, and wanting baseball bat for hitting him on his head!" Yep, just like Pringles, once she popped she couldn't stop. Stella had sprung to her feet and by the last word; the phrasing was laced with melody. Life was really a stage, and the crime lab was presenting a musical.
"Love." Stella said Lindsay stood as well, harmonizing despite herself.
"Love."
"And hate."
"And hate." The kid was good.
"They like two brothers," Stella continued.
"Brothers."
"Who go on a date."
"Who… what?" the face of confusion masked Lindsay, Stella didn't notice. There was a reason why she was the lead in all those high school plays.
"Where one of them goes, other one follows. You inviting love, he also bringing sorrows."
"Ah, yes." Lindsay said, the connection was flimsy.
"The more you love someone, the more you want to kill 'em. Loving and killing fit like hand in glove!" Crescendo.
"Hand in glove!" Let's just hope Mac didn't hear that statement…
"So if there someone you are wanting so to kill 'em. You go and find him. And you get him. And you no kill him. 'Cause chances good…" Stella brought her arms up in a jazzy Y before bringing them down left wrapping around Lindsay's shoulders. They brought their heads together and finished their statement.
"He is your love." The note held in the air for a few precious beats. Then,
"So does that answer your question?" Stella asked still hugging the younger woman.
"I guess so. Which way did he go?"