Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of "CSI:NY" they belong to Anthony E. Zuiker and CBS. The characters of "Supernatural" are property of Eric Kripke. Mick St. John, Sarah Whitley and Josef Kostan appear courtesy Trevor Munson, Ron Koslow and CBS.
Author's Note: Sorrysorrysorry for the wait.
CHAPTER 7: The Craziness is Just Getting Started.
Danny skidded around the corner, fear and panic etched on his face and in his heart. These damned visions….they're no damned help at all…if my wife-
Funny how he embraced the visions one moment and cursed them the next.
He blinked. It was just like in his vision. Lindsay and that Mick guy stood in front of him, his line of sight blocked by Jonas McIntire, whose hands were at his side. Jonas turned, saw Danny there.
"Danny!" Lindsay yelled, seeing the look on his face.
Jonas lurched forward toward Danny, his hand itching to bring the crossbow back up. "You…" Jonas whispered.
Another shot rang out from the street. Jonas staggered…and slowly slumped to the ground.
From behind Mick and Lindsay, Sam Winchester put his pistol down, the barrel smoking. His brother stood next to him, looking utterly proud of his little brother. "Damn, Sammy," Dean whistled. "Flair for the dramatic, much?"
"That wasn't drama," Sam said quietly. He'd just shot a person. A flesh and blood human. Nothing supernatural about him.
Danny stepped over Jonas's body and ran to his wife. Lindsay threw her arms around him. The two kissed passionately, each well aware of how close they'd come to losing each other. Danny held her face in his hands, the same gesture from years ago, at Mosi Ghedi's apartment…the sick feeling in his gut was exactly the same.
"You saw this...?" Lindsay asked him.
He nodded. "That's what I was going to tell you tonight," he said softly. "I'm so sorry."
"You're here...and I'm in one piece," Lindsay said. "You saved me again."
Mick looked back at the two hunters. "So you're the Winchester brothers." It wasn't a question.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Our reputation precedes us?"
Mick only grinned. "Nice to finally meet you."
"How do you know who we are?" Sam asked.
Mick smiled wider. "Let's just say we run in some of the same circles," he said. He looked over at the unbreathing Jonas.
"I bet these guys are gettin' real sick of cleaning up our messes," Sam noted.
"You should help those two come up with a story," Mick suggested. "I can take care of him."
"We don't even know who you are!" Dean protested.
Mick turned to the oldest brother…and growled.
"Holy-!" Dean recoiled, wishing he'd brought the silver bullets with.
"Relax," a new voice said. Josef Kostan leapt from the fire escape and into the dirt, wincing as his shoes instantly became covered with the filth of the alley. "Or we'll kill you both too, saves us on witnesses."
"Good vampires," Sam murmured, thinking back.
"This city sucks," Dean declared.
Josef turned to Mick. "It's over?"
Mick nodded. "It's over." He looked at his friend. "Will you bring Sarah back here?"
Josef shook his head. "No. I think she's safer in Los Angeles with me. Plus, she's closer…saves me on air mileage."
"Ever the romantic," Mick teased.
"I need to go home," Josef whined. "The food is better in Los Angeles."
New York Crime Lab
A Few Days Later…
Mac Taylor hated lying on his reports. But between the Winchester brothers, Mick St. John and Josef Kostan, they had come up with a passable response to Jonas McIntire's death.
Flack was standing outside the precinct in front of the '67 Impala. "I'm impressed that nobody's turned this thing into a chop shop," he admitted to Dean Winchester.
"It is a criminal's wet dream," Dean grinned. "You should see what's in the trunk."
Flack held up a hand. "No way. The less I know, the less I gotta testify to later."
Dean was grinning.
"The hell you grinnin' for?" Flack demanded.
Dean sighed. "We saved your ass. Again." He laughed. "I oughta be keepin' points."
Flack rolled his eyes. "You're still standin' on the other side of jail time," he threw back. "I oughta be keepin' points." He shook his head. "Even most of the junkies I busted know better than to come back and keep pissin' me off."
Dean gave him that one. "You're welcome!" he tossed back as his brother came out of the precinct.
Sam turned to Flack. Flack saw it in his eyes. The agony that came with shooting someone. "It gets easier," he told him.
Sam nodded. "I know," he said simply. He held out a hand, and Flack shook it. "Now you can come back to my city any time," he told the youngest brother. Sam smiled as he climbed into the classic car.
Dean revved the engine. "And you can stay the hell out!" Flack yelled over the roar as the oldest brother peeled the car into traffic.
He swore he heard Dean Winchester laughing hysterically.
Stella Bonasera found Lindsay Monroe hunched over in the locker room. "Linds?" she asked curiously. "Are you all right?"
Lindsay shook her head mutely. The past few days, all she'd done was feel sick. It hadn't been affecting her work until today, and as soon as she could stand up straight, she was going to Mac and asking for a few days off.
And then Stella got it. "We're going to have to let out your dress, aren't we?" she asked.
Lindsay nodded again.
"Congratulations, kiddo," Stella told her. "This is huge." Then she frowned. "Does Danny know?"
This time…Lindsay shook her head.
"Yo, Mrs. Messer…where ya at?" Danny hailed as he stepped through the door of his apartment at five a.m., noticing not for the first time the subtle touches of Lindsay splayed throughout the place. A pair of muddy cowboy boots by the door…the framed photos of their wedding on the TV stand…both of their schedules in colored ink on the fridge.
It felt so right.
But Lindsay hadn't answered him. "Montana?" Danny asked, a hint of concern in his voice. She's supposed to be home…she took sick leave…I would've seen something if there was something wrong…
"Here," Lindsay said quietly from the bedroom.
Danny shrugged off his leather jacket, leaving it draped over the kitchen chair as he went down the hallway to their bedroom. He stopped in the doorway.
Lindsay was sitting on the bed. She looked up. "Hi," she said quietly.
"What's wrong?" Danny asked.
"Nothing's wrong…I don't think," she admitted.
"Uh huh, so then why do you look like someone ran over that mutt you love so much out in Big Sky country?" He lifted a strand of hair from her eyes, tucked it behind her ear.
"How do you feel about being a father?" she asked carefully.
Danny's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. "What?"
"Danny…we're going to have a baby."
Outside, the full moon was on its' last stages. However, apparently the craziness was just getting started.
Author's Note: Ugh, not gonna lie but I don't like this finale. But it ended the way it did for a reason. The next CSI:NY story has all sorts of fun- the Flack-Bonasera wedding, Messer baby fun-ness...and probably some kind of evil sub plot that so far is elusive but will make for interesting drama.