DISCLAIMER: Sadly I do not own CSI NY or any of the characters, no matter how much I wish that Danny Messer was mine.
A/N: Thank you so much to those that have taken the time to read and keep following please. Sorry it has taken a bit longer to update but I have had so much college stuff to do and I'm working on 3 or 4 fics at the moment but I'm trying to keep them all goin so you'll have to be patient with me. Anyway here you go, the next chapter and thanks for all your fab reviews, they are appreciated.
WARNING: Does contain a few swear words.
SUMMARY: Stella, Mac, Lindsay, Danny, Flack, Adam, Aiden, Sid, Hawkes and some of the other kids at Staten Island Academy are on a summer vacation with a few of the teachers but little did they know, the teachers had really gained permission from their parents and had actually taken them to Florida to work in a hotel for six weeks. With arguments over who has which jobs and relationship rivalry, can their friendships survive?
TITLE: Summer Friendships and Rivalry – Chapter 5
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The next morning Lindsay woke up with a sense of dread about the day ahead of her, today she would have to tell her teachers and her parents what had happened last night. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and looked at the clock, it read six o'clock and she realised that she didn't have to get up for another hour. She sighed and, realising that she wouldn't get to sleep, turned off the alarm clock then walked into the bathroom. She stripped off her pyjamas and stepped into the shower, letting the cold water wake her up properly. Back in the bedroom, Sarah was sound asleep with her eye mask on and a set of earplugs in; mumbling in her sleep about how she should be the prom queen, not Clara.
Ten minutes later she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, she then crept back into the bedroom, trying her hardest not to wake up Sarah. She walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of purple cut-offs and a matching t-shirt then opened one of the drawers and pulled out her underwear before returning to the bathroom to get dressed.
Once she had gotten dressed, she put her laundry in a plastic bag in the bottom of the wardrobe and folded her pyjamas; neatly placing them on the bed. She then put on a pair of 'Vans' trainers and walked out of the hotel room door and down the stairs, heading towards the reception. She decided to go for a run before her shift started, even though she would have to take another shower before getting changed into her day time uniform. She walked through the hotel gates and down to the beach which was only a ten minute walk away. When she reached the beach she used a sun bed to stretch her legs out before starting off down the beach in a light jog. "Hey Lindsay!" The voice stopped her and she turned around to find Sheldon jogging towards her.
"Hey, what are you doing up this early?" She smiled at him and waited for him to catch her up. When he did they continued to jog, side by side, down the beach.
"I could ask you the same thing. I woke up early and thought that this'd be a better way to keep in shape than sweating it out in the hotel gym." She nodded in agreement as he asked her why she was on the beach at half past six in the morning.
"I couldn't sleep, needed to clear my head." He smiled sympathetically at her.
"I'm not intruding am I?" She shook her head, telling him that he wasn't bothering her. "I can leave you to it if you want."
"No, to be honest I'm glad of the company." They jogged along the beach as Sheldon told her lame jokes, making her smile. At about quarter past seven, they were on their way back to the hotel, still telling each other jokes and talking about their original birthplaces as neither of them had been born in New York.
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"Flack. Yo dude, wake up." Danny stood hovering above his best friend, trying to wake him up but having no success. He poked him in the arm and Flack rolled over, mumbling something under his voice. "Flack, come on we're gonna be late for work."
"Fuck off Danny." Flack mumbled into his pillow and Danny had to strain to hear him.
"Nice to see you too and no I ain't 'fuckin' off' so get up." Flack ignored him and kept his face buried in a pillow so Danny gave up and walked into the bathroom for a shower.
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Stella was the first one awake, waking up to the irritating noise of Aiden's alarm clock. Aiden mumbled a complaint before rolling over and trying to turn it off. "Aiden, make it shut up." Stella whined and when Aiden couldn't get it to shut up she picked it up and threw it at the wall. Stella sat up and stared at the now-broken clock. "I said shut it up not smash it up." Aiden merely smiled at her and climbed out of bed, walking over to the bathroom door. "Hey I get first shower, I woke up first."
"Yeah but you didn't get out of bed first. You snooze, you lose Stel'." She smirked at her and walked into the bathroom, leaving Stella complaining to the train-wreck of an alarm clock which lay in pieces on the floor. It went quiet and Aiden relaxed in the shower.
"Aiden, you dinted the wall you moron!" Stella screeched as she noted the indent where the clock had connected with the wall. Aiden didn't bother replying, just reached for the shampoo and rolled her eyes.
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Aimee and Clara were already up, having had to get up in time to straighten their hair. "So ready for another day at 'Brat Camp'?" Aimee asked as she brushed through her bleach blonde hair.
"Shut up Aimee." Clara stared out of the window, watching as Danny walked past; ready to start his day at work.
"Sorry…so is it true, what everyone's saying about you and Danny?" It was still a touchy subject and she hadn't spoken to Danny since last night, when he had caught her in bed with Brent.
"Shut up Aimee; if you have nothing intelligent to say, then don't bother speaking at all." Aimee closed her mouth, fearing that she would never be able to speak to Clara ever again.
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Sid woke up to the horrifying noise coming from his alarm clock but the even more horrifying sound of Sheldon singing in the shower. Sheldon had gotten back from his jog with Lindsay and jumped straight in the shower. He rolled his eyes and switched off the alarm clock then climbed out of bed and set about finding his uniform.
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Adam and Mac were already up and dressed for work. They were sitting watching the morning news on the small TV and discussing last night's events and how Flack had definitely become power crazed with his role of bar manager. "He's just let it get to his head."
"Yeah, its Adam do this, Adam do that…I'll tell you what I'd like to do." Adam glanced over at Mac momentarily then back at the TV.
"Hmm, well don't actually do what I think you want too; he's a 'Jock' and you…well you aren't." Mac stared straight ahead at the TV as Adam agreed with him.
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Sarah was still asleep when Lindsay left for the restaurant, having showered again and put on her day time uniform. Sarah didn't actually have to work over summer; she was the daughter of the deputy head so she had a whole six weeks of rest and relaxation whilst everyone else did her work for her.
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Lindsay walked into the restaurant, hoping that she could catch the head teacher alone to explain what had happened the night before. Luckily he was alone and she walked over to him and sat down in the chair opposite. "Yes Miss Monroe?"
"I'm really sorry to bother you sir but I need to talk about something that happened last night after my shift." He nodded, concern rising in his usually cold, hazel eyes. He told her to continue and she took a deep breath before telling him. "I was cleaning up in the restaurant when I was…I was attacked." His eyes widened and her voice broke as he asked who it was that had attacked her. "It…it was…it was Mr Miller." His eyes widened in shock and she lowered her gaze, her eyes fixated on the table cloth in front of her.
"Are you sure it was Mr Miller? Did you see him?" Her head shot up, anger flaring in her eyes at his disbelief.
"Of course I'm sure, I wouldn't make this up sir. I saw him, he…he tried to…" She trailed off; sobbing as tears broke free, falling down her cheeks.
"You understand the seriousness of this, don't you Miss Monroe?" He looked her straight in the eyes, needing to be certain that she was telling the truth before taking this accusation further.
"Yes sir, of course I do…I wouldn't lie about this. Mr Miller tried to…tried to rape me last night." The tears continued to fall down her face and he reached over to take hold of one of her hands. She flinched and pulled back and he could instantly tell that someone had hurt her, even thought he couldn't be certain that it was Mr Miller. The Social Science teacher had a child of his own, a six year old daughter with his wife of ten years.
"Lindsay can you prove that it was Mr Miller, was anyone there with you?" She shook her head. "Well do you have any evidence to prove it?" Again she shook her head, knowing that it would be her word against his but at that moment she decided that she was going to be a CSI when she was older so that nobody else would have to go what she was going through now. "Lindsay we can't take this to the police, we have absolutely no evidence to prove that he was the person that attacked you…there's nothing they can do."
"There is, they could launch an investigation…there has to be some way of proving it." She almost pleaded with him, trying to make him understand that she wouldn't feel safe until Mr Miller was locked away.
"Lindsay, I don't want to get the police involved in this if we can't prove anything. Think how it's going to look for the school and do you really want everyone to know that he made a move on you? What's everyone going to say?" She looked down, feeling ashamed and dirty…he was right. If anyone found out they would say she led him on, they would call her a whore and she couldn't let that happen.
"I understand…this goes no further than us." He nodded again and she knew that she would never feel safe in Social Science Class ever again. The truth was that, since last night, the only place she did feel safe was in Daniel Carmine Messer's arms. "I won't be telling my parent's either, I don't want them to know so your school's reputation is safe." With that she stood up and walked over to the bar, trying to push the event to the back of her mind.
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"Clara, why's that little boy staring at me?" Aimee's voice was high pitched and Clara had to laugh at the fact that a five year old had her scared.
"Aimee would you stop being so paranoid, you're getting on my nerves." Clara sighed and lay back down on her sun bed, leaving Aimee to deal with the hyperactive kids.
At that precise moment Danny walked past, making a note to ignore Clara. "Hey Aimee, what's up…you look terrified?" He walked over to her side and tried to work out what she was staring at.
"That boy there, he keeps staring at me." She sounded rather pathetic, implying that a little boy was staling her and Danny laughed.
"Are you sure? Maybe you're just being a little paranoid." She looked at him and sighed as he offered a sympathetic smile.
"Morning Danny." Clara shouted over when she finally noticed him but her smile faded when he ignored her and continued talking to Aimee.
"No I swear, that little boy is scaring me now Danny." He laughed and smirked at her, before turning to the little boy.
"Little boy, it isn't nice to stare at people." He offered a smile at the little boy, completely surprised when the boy walked forwards and kicked him in the leg. "Little boy, that wasn't very nice." The boy kicked him again, this time in the other leg and Danny glared at him. "Little Boy!" The little boy just laughed and ran back to his parents. "Kids today, I was never that bad."
"Course you weren't." Aimee smiled and walked away, trying to round up all the youngsters as Danny headed back to the reception desk.
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At lunch time, Lindsay opted to go down to the pool instead of staying in the restaurant. She walked down to the pool bar and sat down on one of the bar stools. Brad reluctantly asked her if he could get her anything to eat or drink but she was unable to eat after the events from earlier that morning and asked him for a lemonade. He mumbled something about wanting to have geeks banned from the hotel and then poured her a glass of lemonade and handed it to her as she muttered a thank you.
"Hey Brad." Danny chirpily greeted him as he sat down at the bar.
"Oh, hey Dan." Brad yawned and when Danny raised an eyebrow at him, he explained his reasons for being so tired. "You can wipe that smirk off ya face, I'm tired 'cause I was up all night listening to Brent throwing up; says he's got food poisoning."
"Good, serves him right." Brad raised an eyebrow and Danny realised that Brad was probably the only person that didn't know about Aimee and Brent. "You don't know do you?"
Brad confirmed his suspicions with the comeback, "Know what?"
"Brent fucked Clara, turns out she was takin' me for a ride; using me to make it to prom queen." Brad's eyes widened in shock and Danny nodded.
"Dan, I'm sorry…are you alright?" Brad and Danny had been friends almost as long as Danny and Flack so he was naturally concerned for him.
"Yeah, we're over and I dealt with Brent in my own way. Anyway, I ain't talkin' to either of them so…" Brad merely nodded and asked him if he wanted a drink. "Yeah, a coke please."
"Sure thing." He poured a glass of coke and handed it to Danny. "Here you go and if it helps, I won't talk to Brent either." Danny told him that he didn't need to do that as Lindsay sat watching them and wishing that she could be part of the conversation. Danny continued to talk to Brad and when lunch was over; Lindsay stood up and walked back to the restaurant.
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The night time shift came all too quickly for Lindsay and before she knew it, she was dressed in her night shift uniform and a new shirt. "Excuse me, waitress?" An elderly woman shouted over form her table and Lindsay walked over to her.
"Yes ma'am, can I help you?" Lindsay smiled politely at the woman and she smiled back.
"I was just wondering if I could order another drink."
"Of course, what can I get you?"
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The night shift had been surprisingly easier tonight and when it came to the cleaning up, Lindsay reluctantly told everyone that they could leave early and she would do it. She was wiping a table when a strong arm wrapped around her waist, scaring her to death as flashbacks to the night before raced through her head.
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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and thanks for being so patient with me. Sorry the updates haven't been as quick but I have been writing three at once and currently had writers block for this and my Doctor Who one. Sadly the Doctor Who one is on hold but this one seems to be back on form again and I should have the next chapter up very soon.
Thanks again, I love you all.
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