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Warning: This chapter contains sex. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Chapter 5: The Morning After, Part Two
"What!" Don winced as Mac's startled exclamation echoed in Angie's office.
"I was in a club Mac and there was shootin'. When I turned around, I saw Martinez. He pulled a gun before I could get mine out and he shot me."
"Is he in custody? What happened after you were shot?"
"Well," Don began with a glance at Danni, "The girl I was dancin' with is a cop, and she took him down after he shot me. There was another shooter Mac but he got away, we don't even know what he looks like."
"Are you okay? Where did he get you?"
"I'm fine, just tired and sore. The paramedics said I need to see a real doc before too long just to be sure I don't have an infection. He got me in my left arm, but I'm sure I'll be fine in a couple of days; it was a through and through. Anyways, Mac, I'm sure you wanna see about having Martinez extradited, so I'm gonna let the lead detective tell you what's goin' on."
"Okay Don, take care of yourself. I'll talk to you soon." Don motioned for Angie to take over the conversation.
"Why Mac Taylor, it's been a long time hasn't it?" Don threw a startled glace at Danni who looked as confused as him.
"Who is this?" Mac replied, obviously puzzled.
"Detective Angela Fleet," Angie said with a grin.
"Angie! I didn't know you worked for LAPD now."
"I transferred just after you left for New York. Imagine how surprised I was when my detective told me her date's boss was Mac Taylor of the NYPD."
"Well, now that introductions are over Angie, tell me what you have so far." Angie sighed and shook her head at Mac's comment.
"Business as always Mac; Flack and my detective, Danni, were at the club and at approximately 12:30 am, shots were fired. The shooter was on the opposite side of the club from our detectives and so they weren't able to see the initial shooter. When they turned around, Martinez was heading towards the other shooter and he and Flack recognized one another. Martinez drew his weapon first and fired one shot into Flack's arm before Danni took him out with a shot to each shoulder." At this, Don heard Mac make a noise of surprise, and he grinned over at the brunette detective who had slumped in her chair with exhaustion. "Martinez is in custody and is being treated at a local hospital for his injuries. We have at last count six dead, ten injured by bullets, and many other injured in the chaos following the shooting."
"Obviously, since one of our own was shot, NYPD would like to be involved in the investigation. But we have also been trying to locate Martinez for the last two months for his involvement in three open homicides and several rape cases. Can you verify his gun was the gun used to kill the victims in the club?"
"Not yet, we're still receiving bullets from the local hospitals that are treating our gunshot victims. At last count, we had twelve bullets that have been retrieved from the victims. Of course, since one of our own shot Martinez, she's now under investigation with IAB, and since I'm here speaking with you, we're a little shorthanded. Our crime scene is getting cold, Mac."
"We want to be involved. If we help you get the other shooter, will you let us have Martinez?"
"I'd have to speak with the DA, but I'm sure we can agree to that. We could use your help."
"Then we'll be there tonight. I'll call when I have our flight information."
"Then I'll talk to you soon, Mac." She disconnected the phone after Mac said goodbye, and turned to speak with Don and Danni. "You two might as well get out of here and get some rest. You're no good if you can't stay awake. And you," she said, pointing to Don. "You need to see a doctor to get your arm checked out. I'll call you when I know Mac is coming in. Otherwise I don't want to see you in here until five pm tonight."
Don grinned and stood, albeit a little unsteadily, and helped pull Danni to her feet. With a nod to Angie and Jimmy, who'd stood next to the door for the phone conversation, he guided her out the door. The two detectives trudged their way thorough the station to the parking deck where Danni had parked her SUV. Pulling her keys from her jacket pocket, he opened the passenger door and helped her into the seat. Don then climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.
Twenty minutes later found them pulling into the parking lot for his hotel. He'd debated taking her home but Danni was sleeping in her seat and he needed more clothes, so he'd figured his hotel was the better choice. He hated to wake her up, but he didn't think he could, or should, try to carry her to his rooms. She moaned and complained when he woke her, but wrapped her arm around his neck and allowed herself to be led to his room.
With relief, he was able to let her slump onto his bed. Danni was still wearing her hot number from the club and Don knew if he climbed into bed with her dressed like that, he wouldn't be getting a whole lot of sleep. He pulled a fresh pair of boxers and a pair of shorts from his bag and pulled out a couple of t-shirts. Tossing one of the shirts and the shorts onto the bed, he walked into the bathroom to change into his fresh boxers and t-shirt. The sweats Jimmy had given him were comfortable enough, but sleeping in another guy's clothes was just plain wrong.
Danni had woken up while he'd been in the bathroom and had already pulled on the clothes he'd pulled out. Don yanked the covers on the bed back and collapsed onto it, shifting so Danni could lie down next to him. When she'd finally gotten into a comfortable position, he leaned over and turned off the lights. They were both asleep within minutes.
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It was one in the afternoon when Don woke up. Danni was pressed completely against him, and he shifted uncomfortably in arousal. When he tried to move away, she groaned and held onto him tighter. Don winced as his boxers began to feel tighter; he felt her hands slide down from chest to grab his hips. He was trying to move her hands when he heard her speak.
"Stop putting up a fight, damn it." Danni murmured into his neck. Don grinned and tilted her head back so he could kiss her. She moaned into his mouth as he slid his tongue in to stroke her tongue. He slid his hands down to peel off her shirt and she sighed as his hands cupped her breasts. He leaned down to take one taut nipple into his mouth and she cried out, burying her fingers into his hair. Don blew gently on the moistened peak before lavishing his attention on her other breast.
"Oh God, Don…that feels so good." She moaned as he continued to alternate between breasts. Her hands slid down from his hair to tug on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them far enough for her to slide her hands in and take him into her hands. Don's hips bucked as she grasped him and he let out a groan as her hands slid up and down his length. "Do you like that?" she asked coyly. Don could only groan in reply and Danni laughed at his response.
"Think that's funny do you?" Don asked in a raspy voice. "Let's see how funny you think it is now." Don shifted so that he could slide his fingers up under her shorts to slide inside of her. Her back arched as she cried out, her hands going limp as she pressed herself against his hand. Don grinned as she fisted the bed sheets into her hands. She cried out his name as he applied pressure to her sensitive flesh, finally sending over the edge.
It took her several minutes to recover from her orgasm and when she finally opened her eyes, Don looked at her with a smug look on his face. She grinned at him before pulling him in for a kiss. She tugged at his shirt, and finally Don couldn't wait anymore. No longer wanting to delay, he pulled down her shorts and made quick work of his own clothing, but not before noticing her look of surprise at the scars crossing his chest and abdomen. He was relieved she didn't seem repulsed and before she could ask about the scars, he had covered her mouth with his own.
He slid his hands down to part her legs and positioned himself over her entrance before he realized he needed condoms. He whispered a quick, "Just a sec," before running to the bathroom to grab his shaving kit. Danny had jokingly given him a box of condoms as a vacation present, and Don was happy he'd actually bothered to bring it.
Less than a minute after his mad dash to the bathroom, Don was back between Danni's legs. Needing no more encouragement than a, "Don, please!" he was thrusting into her. He knew it wouldn't take much to send them over the edge, they were both so ready.
Danni came first, her tightening muscles forcing Don over the edge only seconds later. Don felt boneless as he slumped on her body. Not wanting to crush her, he rolled off of her before gathering her in his arms. Danni sighed as she laid her head on his chest, her hair splayed across his chest and shoulders. Within minutes the exhausted couple had fallen asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
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Don was woken abruptly by the shrill sound of his cell phone. It took him a few seconds to react to the digitized version of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" and by the time he'd managed to flip the damn thing open, it had begun to repeat the jingle for the third time.
"Flack," he answered.
"Detective, this is Angie. Your team's flight just landed at LAX; they'll need to retrieve their luggage and be transported down to the station, so you have about an hour and a half to get down here."
"Uh, okay. Thanks for calling to let me know."
"Don't be late; we need to get started immediately. There was shooting at another nightclub."
"Oh shit."
"My thoughts exactly."
A/N: Sorry for the delay folks, I've been writing and rewriting the sex scene and debating whether or not to leave it in. As you can see, it's in, but I apologize, I suck at writing sex scenes. I don't want them to be sappy but I don't want them to seem like porn either. Sigh It's a fine line we tread. ; )
On another note, I finally bought season one on DVD, and I thought it was ironic how in American Dreamers, Aiden was super anxious to be the one to do facial reconstruction on the skull, since it was through facial reconstruction that they IDed her body. Just an interesting tidbit.
