I know the last chapter was short, but this one should be a bit longer. Here is chapter three of Lucy's Disapproval! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY
Danny Messer was not in good mood. The case had no leads, he was late to work because his motorcycle had broke down on the way to the lab, Adam spilt fried rice on his new shirt, and to top it all off, he had to listen to Flack's teasing and tormenting about his geeky spare glasses that he was forced to wear while his others were being fixed.
Yes, Danny had a long day. As he left the locker room, as he stood in the subway, as he walked through the door to his apartment building, his only thoughts were on his beloved girls waiting for him at home, and, of course, the warm comfort of his bed, growing more and more tempting by the second.
"Finally, at last" he breathed, relief flooding through his veins as he walked into the living room.
"Sounds like you had a pretty long day."Lindsay said from her spot on the sofa, Lucy coloring in her jumbo coloring book.
"You have no idea. I had to try cleaning greasy rice off my new shirt, explaining why I was late to work, staring at useless evidence, and putting up with Flack all day!"
"That settles it. Tomorrow, I'm giving you a lesson on stain removal."
"Can hardly wait." He retorted sarcastically as he collapsed onto the sofa and into Lindsay's lap. "The only thing that went right today was getting my glasses back."
"Sleep tight, Cowboy." she said, pressing a kiss against his temple, then placing his newly fixed glasses on the coffee table.
/CSI: NY/
Danny woke up the next morning surprisingly peacefully. He wasn't woken up by crying or any alarm, he slept much better than he had expected on his comfortable, cushy sofa, and, at the moment, he and Lindsay both had the day off.
He laid down, resting for a moment. He was nearly sleeping once again, until Lucy came crawling at full speed from where Lindsay stood in he hallway.
"Daddy! Hee, hee. Gaa goo!" Lucy shouted. She placed a slobbery kiss on Danny's cheek and he returned the favor.
"Morning. It's about time you woke up." Lindsay said, walking over.
"How long was I asleep?"
"Well, it's 9:50 right now, but we woke up at 8:10. I tried to let you sleep, but once Luce figured out you were awake, she wouldn't take no for an answer."
"There's no fooling two CSI's daughter. So we still have the day off? I mean, we actually didn't get called in?" Danny asked, in a state of shock. He knew how ridiculous his question sounded, but it was hard to believe.
"Yep. But enough talk about work. Today, is just about us. Not the victim, the murderer, or the witness." She paused for a moment, untangleing her arms from Danny and standing."Want some pancakes? I've been craving them and I'm sure Lucy would agree, wouldn't you Luce?"
"Ancakes!"Lucy yelled, clearing liking the idea.
"You don't have to ask me twice." Danny said, then added, "I"m so lucky."
"I know." Lindsay remarked, then smiling smugly at him.
Danny glared at her playfully as he stood up next to her, then said, "I got sausage covered." He bent down to grab his glasses from the table, but found only an empty bottle, a few coasters, and a remote.
"Have you seen my glasses? I left them right here ..." he trailed off and the two proud parents simultaneously turned to look at their daughter.
"Lucy Lu... did you hide Daddy's glasses?"
"Hee hee ha!"
Danny and Lindsay were taken back. They were shocked that Lucy had taken Danny's glasses for the third time in less than two weeks, and that they even thought to leave them in her reach.
"Lucy, were did you put my glasses? They're not a toy."
After a few minutes of Lucy's unproductive giggling, Lindsay said,"Danny, please tell me you're not taking our daughter in for interrogation. Besides, how good could she have them hidden?" She couldn't help but be doubtful of her own words. Although she sounded optimistic, she knew not to underestimate Lucy.
Danny also knew this. He learned awhile back that anybody could do anything to anybody. Or in this case, to anything.
"Alright." He then turned his attention to Lucy and went to pick her up, as he said, "You're off the hook for now."
The trio walked over towards the kitchen area, where Danny sat Lucy down in her highchair and put her bib on. Lindsay, meanwhile, began collecting the necessary ingredients for their breakfast, running through a mental checklist in her head.
Milk, flour, eggs, bluberries, banana, syrup, coffee, sausage.
Once she was satisfied with the ingredients covering the countertop, she closed the fridge and began mixing the eggs, flour, and milk together to start on the pancake batter. Out of the corner of his eye, she saw Danny heating the grill, begin to lay sausages out on to the sizzling, black surface, and frustratedly squint at the small measurements on the measuring cups.
The next twenty minutes went smoothly, both conversing and focusing on their creation. When at last, breakfast was served, they settled down to their delicous smelling breakfast.
"It's amazing I didn't drool into the coffee. I'm starving and it smells sooo good" Lindsay said, emphasizing the words, so good.
Danny raised his eyebrows at this comment and peered into his mug. He somewhat reluctantly looking took a sip out of the cup and said, "I must be hungry if I can drink this after that last comment."
Lindsay laughed, and after a brief silence out of eager hunger, Danny said, "I'd like to see five star chefs top those pancakes."
"Oh, please." Lindsay said, smiling. Although she had rolled her eyes, she couldn't help but enjoy the compliment.
Another twenty mminutes followed, the family pleased with each others' company. Finally, Lindsay stood and said, "Alright, I'm going to jump in the shower."
"Kay" Danny said plainly, then began clearing the table. By the time Lindsay was in the bathroom, Lucy was playing with her pastel pink, orange, and yellow bottle, whlie Danny squinted down at the tiny lettering on the dishsoap.
"Uh... Danny?" Lindsay called from the bathroom.
Her surprised voice starteled Danny from his current task and he replied curiously, "Yeah?"
After a few minutes of silence, Danny once again heard Lindsay's voice. "You might want to see this."
Puzzled, Danny walked down the hallway towards Lindsay's shocked voice.
"What are you loo-" Danny stopped midway through his sentance, as he came to the stunning realization of what had Lindsay staring down, her jaw slightly gaping.
He reached to the counter and grabbed a latex glove (back-ups for their kits). He slid the glove onto his hand and reached into the shallow toilet water hesitantly. His hand emerged once again grasping a dripping, soaking wet, oddly soggy-looking, pair of thin wire glasses.
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