Title: Trashed and Scattered.
Fandom: CSI Miami / NY cross
Author: Sammie.
Co-authors: Ruth (mondeo) and Ruth (quarry quest)
With Thanks To: Heather Le Sommer, Pixielashes, Heather King, Binglexjells.
Part: Two of about fifteen.
Pairing: H/C (though there isn't much)
Spoilers: 3.01 - Lost Son.
Disclamer: I down own CSI:Miami or CSI:NY or any of the music and song lyrics used in this fic. Please don't sue me. I do own Deryck and Millie, so please don't sue me…
Story Synopsis: Millie Caine as a habit for getting in to trouble. With the last eighteen months still heavy in her mind she struggles to find her feet again, but when she fears her father is in danger she would put her own life on the line for the person she loves the most She begins to wonder…will this ever end?
Chapter Two Synopsis: Millie and the guys mess around before the gig, however something is bugging her.
Chapter Two : Canaries and Okalahoma extras.
Millie sighed as the hot water tumbled down her back. She looked at her watch and realised she had a good three hours till the sound check. She smiled to herself as she wrapped the soft fabric of a towel round her. She pulled on a t-shirt and jeans and flopped back on to the unmade bed with Deryck. Taking her in his arms he traced a deep cut along her arm.
"You been cutting again?" He asked her. Millie shook her head gently. "I just want you to know I'm here if you want to talk to me." He told her in the same gentle tone of voice.
"Yeah I know. We'll have to get up soon." she told him.
"Well…lets just lie here for a while."
With a feeble nod they lay there like that for the rest of the afternoon. At four o'clock they gathered in the lobby. . Holding a digital camera Millie paned round the lobby.
"And as you can see this is our big and very fancy hotel in the Big Apple." She settled the camera on a young man, who stood there arms crossed with a stern look.
"This is Chris out head of security. Give the nice people of MTV a wave man. Don't pull your tough guy crap on me now." She told him. Chris rolled his eyes and waved reluctantly. "Heehee! Chris is a God people this man makes the best chocolate milkshakes!" Millie moved the camera panning over the rest of the room settling again on her band mates.
"Here we have Drummer man. Who right now is wearing the worst shirt in the world. People press record because you will never, ever, see this fashion disaster again! You have ten seconds…better get the tape in!" The rest of the band laughed as Deryck looked at the yellow chequered shirt with a confused look.
"Its not that bad…"
"Deryck…you look like a canary!" Piped Sammie who was desperately trying to control a fit of hysterical laughter and attempting to screw on the top of a coke bottle.
"I am not a canary!"
"You could fool a vet with that shirt." she told him simply.
"Are are so now getting a spatula for your birthday."
"I like spatulas…"
Millie shook her head.
"Sammie give the nice people at home watching MTV a wave."
Sammie waved to the camera with a smile and raised a rock hand.
"Maybe I should go put my red chequered shirt on…" Deryck said thoughtfully.
"Yeah and that isn't any better. You look like an extra in Okalahoma with that shirt."
"Sammie…are you saying I have no fashion sense."
"Yes." She told him simply. Deryck folded his arms and pouted.
"As you can tell dear views we don't let Deryck out in pubic on his own anymore. Or with out a stylist at least."
Millie laughed.
"Andy you wanna come say hello too?"
"Hi!" Andy screeched running in to shot and hugging the camera and Millie.
"You want to say something to the nice people watching?"
"I love you all!" he cried loudly. "and….I look sexy!"
"Andy shut up!" Sammie yelled over him. "If anyone looks sexy its me."
Millie cut the shot and smiled. She was going to have fun with this camera tonight and excuse to run around like a twelve year old and annoy everyone was a good one! 'God bless you MTV.' she thought with a smile. The band made there way out to their tour bus. It was still snowing outside and they knew fine well it was going to be a long ride. Snow and the already almost-at-a-stand-still New York traffic don't mix.
"Hey you okay honey?" Chris asked Millie as the rest of the band bored the bus.
"Yeah, I'll be okay." Millie's voice quiet and soft.
"Another nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"You wanna talk about it?" He asked her.
"Yeah, I'll see ya the usual spot."
Millie got on the bus and settled down as they battled though the New York traffic. There were people on the street looking at them as they drove past. People standing looking at the bus as they waited, mind you the big sing on the front reading "May Contain Nuts - The 2007 Tour "A Hangover You Don't Deserve." Didn't really help matters.
"What is with these people. The lights green you moron move!" Sammie cried at the closed window. She suck her face against the window and suck her tong out at a kid on the street. Who instantly pointed and laughed at her.
Millie smiled. She loved this, Sammie as per usual was running around the bus as hyper as hell with Deryck, who would either be responsible for breaking another object on the bus or end up getting the bus pulled over by the police again for 'indecent exposure'. Remembering the funny times brought a smile to Millie's face. She could only help but wonder where she would be if she didn't have this band.
Sound check was relatively uneventful, well uneventful as they go theses days. Millie managed to fight with only one sound technician and even Deryck didn't blow his top when he found out his drum kit had been set up the wrong way round! The time passed quickly. The show its self was relatively uneventful too and to tell you the truth all Millie wanted to do was finish and let her two week holiday begin. Two weeks of no interviews, two weeks of resting. How wrong she was.
By the time they were finished all Millie wanted was to sleep. At half past twelve in the morning she made her way along the corridor of the hotel and tapped lightly on a door.
"Hey." Chris said quietly letting her in. "You okay sweetie?"
"No…"
"C'mon and tell agony uncle Chris about it all." He said with a supportive arm around her waist. Millie sighed and flopped down on a chair. Her hair unruly again as she tucked a wisp of her long fringe behind her ear. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. "C'mon Millie what's up?" he asked sitting coffee in front of her.
"I just can't sleep…I keep thinking about…"
"Millie you have to get yourself out this it wasn't your fault. You need a right slap across the face honey. Stop punishing yourself."
"Ugh! I can't shake it off, I feel so…"
"Guilty." he finished.
"Yes, if you want to put it that way."
"Do they blame you?"
"No."
"We'll there is your answer." Chris told her simply. "How is everything going with Deryck?"
"Its good…its okay."
"Millie be careful with that guy, he's older than you and he's been in far more relationships than you. I don't want to see you hurt."
"I know Chris. I know."
"I don't want to see you broken hearted."
"Chris…" She said as he pulled her into a hug.
"Your like a little sister Millie. I don't ever want to see you hurting."
"Thanks Chris. Your like a bro man. I don't know what I would do without you. I'd be a big mess on the floor!"
"All helpless with out me eh? Naw Mil, you're a strong Kid. You'll be fine with out me."
"No, I would be a mess with out you Chris dude. You help me sort my scrambled brain out."
After another half hour of light hearted banter they said good night and Millie found herself sleeping soundly that night, well almost.
