CSI: NY – The Musical!

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Summary: So count all the loves who will love you from now 'til the end of your life. And when you have added the loves who have loved you before, look over there. Somebody cares that much.

AN: La Cage Aux Folles. Love that show, a lot of the songs made me think of real life applications. This is as real as I get (sad but true.)

Chapter Five - Look Over There

It was about a week since Danny had crashed into the sea of lonely self pity. It was about three days since he got over that. Now he was back to some of his old problems, one of them Lindsay. No matter how hopeful he felt doubt always shot him down. She could propose to him right now and he would still doubt he was worth her.

Mac Taylor was very aware of this. Danny was like a son to him, and like every good father, when the son was unhappy so was he. And Mac was getting sick of being in the same emotional abyss as Danny; he was going to put an end to it. If he had to buy the ring himself he would…

"Danny, can I grab a word?" Mac asked screwing his courage to a sticking point, it was now or never. Mac drew the younger man into a quite corner to address him.

"What's on yer mind?" Danny asked.

"You actually, and your relationships – have you seen anyone in a while?" It didn't take Mac long to realize Stella was better at this than he.

"I see people everyday Mac, there are how many people in this city?" The Stanton Island boy was on the defensive.

"Danny, don't misunderstand me. I see the way you look at her…" there was rose spreading across his cheeks.

"Aw, Mac…" the rose got deeper.

"I'm trained in these things, don't take it too hard." Mac said patting the strong bicep. "I've also seen the way she looks at you… I'll put you both on call for the rest of the night and the morning if you buy her dinner." Mac threw what he could at the boy, just short of giving him the reservations. Danny rubbed his neck and couldn't meet his eyes to anyone or thing but the floor.

"She ain't interested in me Mac…" he said hoarsely, the observation hurt him. "You're seeing what you want, sure I'm in… in… She ain't interested in me."

"Danny, who was there for you with that cigarette?" Mac asked. "Who took you home after the night at the bar and Aiden's toast? Who was the stable one after the bombings – You the uninjured party? I think not." Mac had one ear to the grapevine. Danny had been racked with worry – almost inconsolable after the Lessing bombs, Lindsay had to be the level headed one, gash on the head and all.

"Mac, it ain't like that…" Danny began, he was as stubborn as a mule. Mac took a deep breath.

"Danny, how often is someone concerned with the tiniest thread of your life? Concerned with whatever you feel and whatever you touch?" Mac asked seriously. Lindsay had been more strong and concerned with Danny than some mothers with their children. Mac looked around the room; Lindsay was nursing a cup of tea and a case file.

"Look over there." Mac nodded to her. "Look over there." Danny followed the gesture and his eyes fell on the Montanan, instantly his expression softened and light and longing was in his eyes.

"Somebody cares that much." Mac said. "So count all the loves who will love you
from now 'til the end of your life, and when you have added the loves who have loved you before," Mac directed him again to the young woman at the table, and when he spoke he was just as emotional as Danny, "Look over there. Look over there. Somebody loves you more..." Danny didn't look at him; he was focused on the woman at the table.

"I think I would like that call time, Mac, thank you." Danny said, his load lessoned.

"Oh, and Danny…" Mac called to him as Danny began to leave. "I'm expecting a shout out in the wedding toast."