Title: Macaddamian Nutshells: NYC/MIA Non-Stop
Author: Ginny
Fandom: CSI:NY
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they boys would be having a lot more fun. :D
Rating: FRT
Trio: Macadamia (Mac/Danny/Don)
Summary: Mac and Danny head home after Horatio goes back to Miami
Author's Notes: I was recently bitten by the desire to write additional scenes and post-eps for season 1. Just a small series of ficlets (hopefully). And, since I'm crazy, that's what I'm doing. Many thanks to Alex and Dee for their series title suggestions. They were brilliant.

"You were in early today," Mac remarked casually to Danny as they left the building.

"You're leaving early," Danny retorted with a half-grin.

Mac nodded, conceding the point.

They had walked down half the block before Danny spoke again, "It was important to continue, I took a chance I could get a hold of the Miami team that early," he explained. Mac simply nodded, remaining silent. "All right, all right. I couldn't sleep," Danny finally admitted.

"He's only gone for a week," Mac pointed out.

"You're wearing one of his leather jackets, don't tell me you don't miss him," Danny said irritably.

"I miss him too," Mac acknowledged. "But it's only a week."

"Yeah," Danny sighed.

"What did you think of Lt. Caine?"

"He's intense. The two of you together could scare anyone sane."

Mac smirked a bit. "Including you?"

"Now when have you ever though I was sane?" Danny teased. "Nah, besides, I've seen too much of you to be scared. Impressed, sure, but scared? Nope."

Mac chuckled lightly and then realized he had no idea where they were going. "I thought we were going home?"

"The great and wonderful Detective Taylor made an assumption?" Danny mocked, gasping over dramatically. Mac rolled his eyes and ignored the antics. "My glasses are ready," he explained.

"Ah," Mac nodded. "You learned your lesson about having a back-up pair, didn't you."

"That was the back-up pair," Danny pointed out. "I didn't expect the two of you to be so... intense."

"He was leaving for a week," Mac reminded him. "And you were late getting home."

"Now I'll have three backup pairs. It's just weird to wear my contacts to work."

Mac nodded and then asked "Where are we headed after that?"

Danny looked at him sideways and debated his answer. Mac's apartment was closer, but they didn't end up there very often. "My apartment?" he finally offered.

"Sounds good," Mac agreed easily.

It took them an hour to pick up Danny's glasses and make their way to his apartment. "What are you going to do with the extra three pairs?"

"I was thinking about keeping one at each of our apartments," Danny told him tentatively as he fished his keys out of his pocket. "If that's okay with you, of course."

"Makes sense." Mac paused, confused. "Do you smell that? It smells like ..."

"Pizza. With garlic breadsticks." Danny finished just as the door to his apartment was yanked open, surprising them both.

"Don!" he yelped, smiling broadly.

"You're home early," Mac commented, his smile smaller, but his eyes showing his happiness at their unexpected surprise.

"The conference was boring. I decided to come up home and spend time with the two of you instead. Thought it might be more ... stimulating."

Danny glanced at Mac, closing the door behind them, and they both smirked. Five days without the third member of their triad was just too long.

"You want to be stimulated?" he said.

"I think we can help with that," Mac assured and pushed both men toward the bedroom. The case was closed, now they had a lover to welcome home.

End.