Toasty here,
Hey, thanks to everyone who has reviewed, Cam your point was very valid and I'm so glad you pointed that out cause ya know I kinda missed that… so being me I've come up with a way around that without changing what I wrote earlier or making this incestuous because its not that I have anything against anyone that does love a relative in that kind of way… it just is a little wrong to me but that might just be my upbringing?
Anyway, here is another chapter for you all, because I love you all so much!
Disclaimer: Trust me, a girl that owns CSI New York (Not that there is one) would not be currently living at her Nan's house writing at quarter past 1 in the morning wishing she could have another coca-cola. I don't own CSI New York if ya hadn't caught on.
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Two figures lay entwined across a bed, the sheets lay across the floor in a heap, the couple were drenched in sweat, naked and sleeping in peace. The window was slightly open and a small breeze blew through the room causing the curtains to dance, leaving shadow patterns to echo onto the walls. The full moon shone high in the sky, bleaching everything in her ghostly white light.
In the distance a rap beat was being played, reminding everyone that New York never slept. The clubs that ran on just down the road were full and loud, a large comparison compared to the peaceful calm that filled the room. The female one of the figures shivered slightly in the cold air blowing through and the male wrapped his arms tighter around her body, pulling her that bit closer to him.
A small frown was etched upon the woman's face and she turned slightly in her sleep, her mouth opening and a look of distress appearing on her sleeping face. A gasp came from her and she tossed to her other side and began thrashing about in the man's hold, the faint words "Let go of me," echoed around the otherwise silent room.
Don woke up to Jess pushing his arms away and trying to wiggle out his embrace, all the while remaining asleep. As if automatically, Don let go of her and watched her continue to throw herself for all of a second before he began shaking her shoulder lightly, desperate to wake her up.
"Jess baby, come on wake up, it's okay it's just a nightmare," He continued to shake her shoulder becoming more and more worried as she refused to leave the sleeping hell she lay in. All of a sudden her eyes flickered and she opened them quickly to find herself face to face with Don, on all fours on top of her still holding her shoulder.
"Are you doing naughty things to me in my sleep detective?" Jess asked in a low voice, trying to put humour in her broken and wavering voice.
"That's hardly fair is it baby?" Don replied, relating to what seemed a life time ago when then had slept on his couch after a tiring day when they had both just crashed. The look in her eyes, wild passion, was still there and Don wanted so badly to kiss the pain out of her voice, yet for some reason he had a feeling that kissing wasn't going to solve her nightmare.
"Oh Don, what the hell are we going to do?" Jess moaned quietly, wrapping her arms as far around him as she could and clinging on as if he and only he could save her. He didn't need to ask what she was talking about, he already knew. Lucian, she was dreaming about Lucian.
"In my nightmare, he- I we were getting- getting married," Jess sobbed into him and Don felt his own eyes tearing up which was one of the strangest things.
"Never," Don whispered and Jess felt a smile rising despite the tears that were falling.
"He's going to propose to me, I can't- Don I can't marry him!" Jess cried and Don stroked her back soothingly.
"Why are you trying to convince me?" He asked and once more that smile began creeping back to her face. It was another reason she loved him so much, even when she felt like there was no hope left and the world was crashing around her, he could still make her want to smile.
"I know," Jess murmured, leaning into his chest and kissing it lovingly. He wrapped his arms tighter around her; he loved everything about her even down to her laugh and her smile.
"We can figure this out together baby; it's just another one of those hurdles that seem to love us so much."
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"Danny?" Lindsay sat on the large beige couch, a mug of steaming coffee latched firmly in her grasp.
"Yeah?" He called out from the bedroom; loud clanking noises echoed the small apartment every few seconds.
"I don't mean to disturb you if you're busy," Lindsay found herself having to shout to be heard above the noise, "but what on earth are you actually doing?"
"Funny you should say that. It isn't anything exciting, just trying to fix my boiler, again."
Lindsay chuckled quietly before standing up and draining the last of her coffee. Growing up in Montana, you had to be pretty self reliant and know that if you got yourself into something, hell you got yourself out of it. Her car had badly broken down and there was no way she could go anywhere without it, so in the good old fashion she had pulled out an old engineering book and fixed it herself. She didn't exactly think of herself as miss DIY, but she did know just a little on mechanics.
"Let me help then," Lindsay giggled as she walked into the bedroom. There in front of her was a topless Danny, sweat beading on his forehead, with bits of metal lying all around him.
"A tea and biscuits would be nice actually," Danny responded moving edgily before crouching up and removing a screw from underneath him, cursing as he did so. Lindsay laughed but instead of walking out the room and making refreshments, she instead crouched down and inspected the boiler.
"I meant with the boiler, it's an easy problem you've just made a mountain outta it," Lindsay turned to wink at him and found he was instead gone. Her eyes searched the room for him and found he was back in the sitting room, gazing somewhat worryingly out of the window.
"Danny?"
"Hold a sec," He responded, putting up is left hand behind him to silence her.
"Damn, stay here Montana," Before Lindsay knew what was happening; Danny had grabbed a shirt of the side and was running towards the door. Lindsay stared for only a few seconds before running to follow him out of the door.
The elevator was taken when she reached it; clearly Danny had taken it, so instead she opted for the fire escape stairs. A green little sign indicated where they were and Lindsay ran straight to them. The twisting staircase ran all the way to the bottom floor and as she ran down them, two at a time, she could almost hear the elevator making it's routinely stops before starting up again.
By the time she made it all the way down, the elevator had already hit the bottom floor. Lindsay emerged from the fire escape room and frantically searched the small lobby area. Something was not right and Lindsay knew it, she wasn't sure why she had such a bad feeling about it all, but she knew something was just wrong.
A few seconds later, two gun shots rang out.
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"Detective Flack speaking."
"A shoot out? Where about is it? …Angell and I are on our way," Don answered and before even saying a word, Jess was on her feet and pulling her clothes back on. Neither spoke a word to each other as they both left the apartment quickly and jogged down to Don's patrol car. Once they were both seated and driving Don began to explain.
"Two guys have shot at each other, directly the same time too, and have both fallen down at the same time. It's just outside an alley from Danny's apartment and from the brief description I got…"
Jess looked over at him and took his spare hand in hers, holding it tightly.
"It sounded like Mitchell Angell and Danny," Don answered bitterly and he stared straight ahead at the road as Jess processed the information.
"Let's get there," she answered, keeping her voice level so she didn't betray any emotion.
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Mac and Stella where already at the scene, as were two ambulances and a whole lot of blood.
"What have we got?" Jess asked as she approached and Stella made a mental note that she was wearing the same clothes as the day before.
"Two guys, Mitchell Angell and Daniel Messer, shot at each other from around this alley. There aren't any witnesses as such but everyone in the area heard the gun shots and a young female arrived at the scene moments later, she's in the ambulance with one of them now.
"Did you get anything from her?" Don asked while his face was pale like snow and his breathing quick and unsteady.
"No, she was too shaken up to say much, just her name and that she needed to see him, are you alright for this case, the pair of you?" Mac asked looking between the two faces, they both looked badly shaken up as well.
"Was the woman's name Lindsay Monroe by any chance?"Jess asked and when she saw Stella's confused nod she walked straight off without looking back.
"Flack, are you sure you're ok with this one, I know he was a close friend of yours?" Mac asked concerned with who he would even call a friend.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Danno should know better then this though, I mean look what happened with Sam and Adam!" Don replied shaking his head sadly.
"Oh, we needed to talk to you about that," Stella answered somewhat thoughtfully, "There were urm… well… kissing."
"Bound to happen some day," Don answered as he began to walk away to look for Jess.
"Aren't they related though?" Stella questioned, her famous raised eyebrow appearing.
"Nah, he's adopted, you can check the records," Don called back as he continued to look for Jess.
"Thank god," Stella muttered to Mac who was taking photos. "I was starting to think we'd have to break them up, and I hate that."
"Mmmmm," Mac answered, crouched down and taking another photo of the blood.
"Mac?" Stella asked gently and he turned to look at her.
"Yeah?"
"Does shooting someone, but being shot by them at the same time balance it out?" she asked looking up at the overcast sky.
"Shooting someone never truly balances out," Mac answered as he stood up and gave her a smile.
"Especially when they interrupt our dinner."
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Jess stood by the wall, leaning up against a trash canister.
"Jess, baby?" Don asked coming around the corner and seeing her. He wasn't saying it directly, but he was asking her what was wrong, without words. They didn't need words when they were together.
"It's just, how could Mitchell do something like this? He is such an idiot, and I know I shouldn't be scared for him with what he's done but he's still my brother, yet he has hurt Lindsay at the same time, and hurt us!" Jess's hair was clenched in her hands and tears were streaming down her face so uncharacteristically, but she was only human.
"Baby, Danny will be fine- he's done worse damage to himself with a spanner and a broken alarm clock. He and Lindsay will both be fine, your brother I can't speak for, but I know it's only right to be scared for your brother. Whatever they do, they will always be your sibling. I think the same with Sam so much, why do I care when all she does is muck it all up, but she's still my sister. Nil ann ach saol,"
"What was that?" Jess asked despite the tears she was smiling.
"It's just life," Don translated as he hugged her close.
"Is tu mo ghra."
"Je t'aime trop," Jess replied smiling.
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"Miss Monroe?" The nurse stood full in white and she smiled gently at the tear stained young woman.
"It isn't bad… but it isn't the best it could be. I'm afraid that Mr. Messer has gone into a comma."
"A-a…a coma?"
Toasty here,
I know that is a bit of an evil ending, but hey at least I didn't kill them. Mercruito and Tybalt are supposed to die but I couldn't do that to Lindsay and Danny, plus Danielle might just kill me if I did.
By the way, Don says to her "It's just life," and then "I love you," before jess responds "I love you too." I'm annoyed because word won't let me put the accents in so it looks and sounds weird. I am sorry for that, blame word.