CSI: NY – The Musical!
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Summary: Prisoners of love, blue skies above can't keep our hearts in jail!
AN: The last chapter, a rousing company number from The Producers. Thank you for reading this silly little thing.
Chapter Ten - Prisoners of Love
The Messer – Monroe wedding was an affair fitting for the couple, less politely know as utter chaos. The vows were taken thirty minutes late after the change of a few diapers, a flower girl's dress, and driver of the limonene carrying the bride and her maids. But they were taken and it was perfect.
Danny stood at the high table with a glass of bubbly and the microphone.
"I would like to say I made it here beside this wicked, wild, willful, and wonderful woman all by myself – but I didn't. I made it here by the grace of God, Lindsay, and some very good friends. My friends gave me the best council a guy could get in this city and in return they all only wanted one thing – they were more sure that this day would come than I was, and they requested a wedding toast shout out. I don't want them revoking anything from me, and I'd like to live for the honeymoon so I won't let them down. So here I go some wedding toast shout outs. First is to Mrs. Monroe – uh – Jessica, Mom… anyway, a toast to you for giving me this woman by birth and at the alter, I can't thank you enough for letting me have her, I promise to do my best. The next toast is to my father who is not allowed to use the phrase 'shot out' ever again. For letting me have the family jewels and the ring to ask Lindsay to marry me I raise my glass." Lindsay smiled up at Danny who was receiving a few chuckles and awes from the peanut gallery.
"A shout out to my Boss Mac Taylor for telling me in his own more diplomatic and special way to pull my head out of my ass and turn on the light. But my last shout out is reserved for last because you always save the best for this time. Aiden Burn was the first person to tell me the truth; she hit the nail on the head when she told me I was in love. She was right, she was always right. I've got to give this shout out to her extra loud because she is not here to gloat. Aid, wipe that smirk off yer face." Danny said. There was a moment of silence so that Aiden could hear everything up in heaven. Danny sat back down by Lindsay and gave her a quick kiss before his best man took the floor. There was annoyance at the fact that Danny's words were so much better but eventually the best man's roast got under way.
"If I could have your attention everyone please?" Don Flack asked of the assembled group as he tapped a champagne flute, everyone had had enough in the alcohol department; the toast would put them over. "Since these two lovebirds are in the law enforcement business the team has put together a little something for them, a combination of their amazing talent, and the couple's love and cop status." Danny and Lindsay looked at each other worriedly. Every cop, CSI, Lab tech, and co worker in attendance rose to their feet.
"Ah one, two, three." Flack cried, and Mac made a note on a pitch pipe before they began.
"Gotta sing ... sing! Gotta sing ... sing! Prisoners of love, blue skies above can't keep our hearts in jail!" The entire non singing group shrieked with laughter as New York's finest serenaded the wedded couple. "Prisoners of love, our turtle doves soon coming 'round with bail. Oh, you can lock us up and lose the key. But hearts in love are always free! Prisoners of love blue skies above 'Cause we're still prisoners…" They were atrocious singers, and they were being video taped, but who cared it was a wedding.
"But hearts in love are always free! Prisoners of love blue skies above can't keep our hearts in jail! Prisoners of love, our turtle doves, soon coming 'round with bail. Tote that bale! You can lock us up and lose the key…" Lindsay finished off her champagne flute and joined in, it was a time to let loose.
"But hearts in love are always free!" Danny laughed and took her hand, as the cops brought it home Mr. and Mrs. Messer began the dancing.
"Prisoners of love blue skies above 'Cause we're still prisoners... We're still prisoners... We're still prisoners of love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love! Love!"
La Fin!