Toasty,

Cause I've received so many reviews of you guys, I feel like I need to write more to thank you all! So here is the next part to play in the piece, the next act we could say if we were feeling poetic right now-which strangely I am. Anyway, thanks so much to you all and Danielle feel lucky you have five USA tonight whilst I'm stuck watching whatever BBC has to offer :(

Like I said, thanks to all the reviews!

Oh and by the way, I know in the original play it had Tybalt's death as a way of making the marriage go ahead faster but with this story I'm gonna use it to the opposite effect, cause Cliff isn't really evil at all.

And another btw, the case they had been working on with the Martian is still in progress!

Disclaimer:I don't own CSI New York, if that wasn't obvious by now I'm quite surprised…. and scared for your mental welfare.

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Jess walked slowly down the sterile corridors of the hospital, glancing through the door windows every so often. The scene was always the same: a crying family or a deathly looking person on a clean unemotional white sheeted bed. Jess had always hated hospitals, there were so many people dying in them that the atmosphere always seemed dark.

Jess took a few more turns and found herself at the right door. She had been dreading the thought of entering it, inside was a person she felt that she never wanted to see again, yet she knew she had to do it. For her sake… and for his too. The Angell blood ran deep through her veins, a blood he shared with her.

Opening the door just a crack, she saw he was still asleep. Lost in his own world from which he couldn't wake, but he could hear her.

"Mitch…" Jess sighed as she stepped fully into the room and closed the door firmly behind her. His body lay motionless and there wasn't even a blink of his eyes to show he had heard a word she said. Yet she knew he was listening to every word, where ever he was down there.

"Mitchell how could you do this to me? I know you don't understand what I'm even talking about but… well you see Lindsay was happily dating… well I think she was dating but if not she was in love with the man you shot! I know she loves him, she won't leave his side and she won't even speak to me about it, we've been best friends since kindergarten Mitch!" Jess was pacing the hospital room, the cold white room passed in a blur to her eyes as she continued.

"Daniel Messer was best friends with Donald Flack Jr, you know this don't you? Well of course you do! Anyway, well you don't know this and you can't react to this I know but… well I'm in love with him and if it weren't for this stupid bloody feud then I could kiss him freely in public, even hold his hand when other people are around. I can't though, in fact I sometimes even have to act as if I hate him and you know what? It's killing me inside. I can't take it much longer Mitch; I really just can't do it! It's either me or the feud but one of us has to go!" Jess felt herself about to burst, just like a bubble would. She felt some what like a bubble as well when she thought about it. She felt fragile, alone and more then ever like she could just disappear at any given moment, she was being swept by the wind and she had no control over which way that wind took her.

"Oh Mitch, I can't do this much longer, but I love him so much. He's the only thing that keeps me from running over that ledge rather then being pushed. I can't imagine going on without him there, life alone seems like hell now, he is all I feel I can ever love- never another now. So deeply I've fallen that even though everyone can't seem to take it real, it's the only thing that ties me to reality."

The silent body of Mitchell Angell continued to be just that. No twitch of the fingers like in some movies, no bleary words as he woke up to speak to her. He was still gone.

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Nurses had tried and failed to move her, hell even Jess couldn't make her move. She simply sat on the uncomfortable plastic chair right next to his bed, stroking his hand every so often lovingly. Everyone had simply given up on trying to get her to leave, even the doctors now saw her as a piece of furniture in the room- she was just there. No one paid it anymore head except Don and Jess, both kept trying to get her to go home and sort herself out, clean and sleep maybe even eat- she wouldn't though.

The only time she had left was to go to the bathroom and even then it was only to go and grab some coffee and a cookie from the canteen. Even then she didn't really eat the cookie, just nibbled on it. She found she just couldn't eat without feeling the urge to throw up everywhere; she couldn't sleep for all the blood she had seen began to cloud her mind, push her into insanity until she woke.

"Danny," she sobbed quietly before picking his cold hand up once more and holding it close to her chest.

"There were so many things I needed to tell you before… before this. I wanted to say these words to you when you could still react to them and still kiss me, hold me tight. Now I'll just have to settle with you knowing them, though that is really what I want. I want you to know… that I think I've fallen in love with you. I know it's been such a short time and all that but you know what? It doesn't matter. I love your mechanical hopelessness, which confuses me to no end since you're one of the smartest people I've ever met. You know how to laugh and hell; you know how to make me laugh as well. Your smile drives me crazy, everything does! Even the sound of your voice, that beautiful accent you carry so well, it makes me love you even more. Danny, I wish I could hear you tell me what you think, be it good or bad…I mean I know you probably don't feel like this about a small city Montana girl but… I need to know! I love you more then I thought I could love anyone and… that scares me like hell but well, it's a nice scary thing. If that makes any sense…" Lindsay was so lost in her rambling she didn't notice the heart monitors beeping gain speed or the small shifts in his face as he tried so hard to smile at her.

"I love you," Lindsay repeated as she stood up out of the chair, which was now burning hot since she'd occupied it for so long, she then quietly opened the door and slipped out the room oblivious to the small hand twitch on the bed, aching for her touch once more.

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Mitchell Angell's room was bare of any one but him. There was evidence Jess had been in the room at some point because her favourite grey coat was left over one of the chairs, but it was clear she wasn't still occupying the room. Lindsay walked in slowly and shut the door carefully behind her. Once she gazed at the figure on the bed she couldn't help but wonder how she had lived with the same man that shot the man she loved.

His chest was rising and falling steadily, the heart monitor reacting normally. He was most likely unaware she was even in the room. Lindsay opened the door again quickly and searched the corridor for any nurses but none appeared. Once she had closed the door again she walked over to the bed and felt the tears dripping down her face.

"You son of a bitch," She whispered quietly and pushed back the automatic curl at the edge of her lips when she swore, just remembering how Danny had described it as 'the sexiest thing he'd ever heard'.

Slowly, she walked over to the corner of the wall where she knew the electrical switch was. Lindsay hadn't been as lucky as some in finding a job she was good at and enjoyed. Becoming an IT tech wasn't her first job and she highly doubted it would be her last. Before the tech job she happened to have become a nurse, it only took a year at a small med school at it hadn't cost anything her waitress job and some savings couldn't sort out. She knew exactly where the switches were and she knew how to switch them off without raising any alarm.

Carefully, she moved the beside table that had been strategically placed in front of it, so not just anyone would find it or see it. Once that was out her way, she moved back to the door and gave another check that there wasn't any staff lurking. There weren't any cameras at this particular hospital; the credit crunch doesn't just affect the police part of public services, the fire department and the health struggle too.

Lindsay walked calmly back over to the switch and tensed her hand above it. She knew what pulling it would mean, it would stop the vital things he needed going into the IV, it would stop the oxygen that was flowing through his mouth via the mask and it would stop the emergency call system should his heart stop. Her fingers, however much she wanted to pull the switch, were frozen in place. She knew he could have potentially killed the man she loved and she knew he had killed others too, he was gang member, he was a bad member of society, he was a drunk! Yet she still couldn't make her fingers switch it off.

"Mitchell," She whimpered to herself as the tears fell faster. She pulled back from the switch and straightened up slowly. Moving at a pace known only to slugs she managed to push the small table back into place and once she had done that she backed away to the door.

"I hate you," Lindsay whispered quietly.

"Yet I know killing you only makes me as bad as you, and I don't ever want to be some one like you. Die by yourself," she hissed venomously before leaving the room and closing the door. Just as she went to walk back to Danny's room she heard Jess's voice behind her.

"Linds?" The woman questioned and Lindsay slowed and turned back to her friend.

"Tell him if… when he wakes up… tell him I forgive him."

"Oh Linds!" Jess cried and she began to walk towards her, but Lindsay backed up quickly.

"Tell him also, that I'm sorry…" Lindsay continued quietly looking at the floor.

"Sorry? What for?" Jess asked, her eyebrows knitted with confusion, her voice wavering. Staring hard at the floor Jess gulped and thought quietly of what she could possibly say. When she looked up again, Lindsay was gone.

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Flack walked calmly into the hospital room, but as soon as he saw Danny his demeanour fell and the broken man within was revealed. He moved the chair that had been resting against the wall and dragged it to the other side of the bed, since he guessed the first chair belonged to Lindsay and Danny wouldn't want any one there but her. It might confuse him; Don reckoned that wasn't too hard, especially since he had fallen into the coma.

"Danno?" Don asked gently, sitting down on the chair.

"You're an idiot."

"Lindsay is worried like hell, she loves you man."

"Sheldon is on his way."

"Mitchell is also in a coma."

The random short sentences flew out his mouth, he had always found it easy to talk to Danny, they could relate so well and they actually understood each other. Yet this time, it was strained. It's hard to have a conversation when no one can reply.

"Danny wake up!" Don nearly shouted until he controlled his voice and leaned back on the chair.

"You're killin' me here; you're always the one getting me into trouble! You can't get yourself into trouble, it's too weird hey amigo," Don smiled to himself before shifting in the seat, an uncomfortable expression taking over his face as a tear stained Lindsay entered the room. She was virtually shaking with tears and the only noise to be heard was her sobbing.

"Lindsay?"

"Please don't Don, I know you mean well and all, god I know Jess meant well too. She's probably as upset as I am, I mean hell probably worse! I've made it even worse then that! Don, she'll most likely only listen to you, I know when she gets too upset she won't speak to a soul but I think you're the exception to that, I know she loves you. Please, see if she's ok? I didn't mean to upset her like I'm sure I did…" Lindsay was hyperventilating, her speech speeding up rapidly as she spoke. Don knew from training if he let her continue she would put herself into shock, the last thing any one needed was Lindsay hurt as well.

"Lindsay, I'll go see her now ok? You stay here with Danno; I think he's been missing ya."

"Ok," Lindsay replied, her voice wavering slightly as she made her way over to the chair she had been previously occupying, picking up Danny's hand gently and holding it tight.

Don stood slipped out the room, making his way towards Mitchell Angell's room.

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Once outside Mitchell's room, Don checked through the glass to see if he could spot her. Instead he was greeted with the view of the entire Angell gang and Cliff Angell, all crowded around the bed. Don backed quickly away from the door, checking from memory if Jess had been there. She hadn't.

Don walked back the way he came and decided to try and ring her, there was an off chance she might have kept her mobile on. Walking towards the exit of the hospital he switched his phone back on and ignored the dirty looks he received from the nurses. After all, he wasn't any where near any equipment; he was in the main lobby by the time it was actually up and running.

Once he was out of the doors he leaned up against one of the brick pillars and checked through his phone. He smiled at the message from Mac which had obviously been written by Stella. It stated they had both been given a few days off to recover from this incident. Don chuckled quietly; Stella would be good for Mac.

Don was about to press Jess's speed dial before he heard her call out to him.

"Don?"

"Baby," He replied, turning to see her sitting underneath a large tree, tears in her eyes. He walked over to her slowly, and sat down next to her.

"I'm weak aren't I?" Jess questioned, hugging her knees to her chest.

"You're not weak Jessie, you're unlucky. It's human to cry and anyone else faced with what you've been faced with would be in a child like fit by now screaming about how it's all wrong, but not you babe, you're stronger then any other woman I've met," Jess smiled at him and brushed at her eyes with her jumper sleeve.

"You stop me from breaking down," She whispered, shifting over so she was in his lap, his chest warm against her back, his breath on her neck.

"Ramble to me," Don said, stroking her hair absently.

"What?" Jess turned to look at him and was caught off guard by his smile. It wasn't just any of his usual smiles, it was her smile.

"I said, ramble to me, let it all out on to me I swear it helps," Jess giggled despite the reforming tears and brushed her hair out of her face.

"You're going to regret saying that," she teased, her eyes dancing with an invisible smile. His smile, it didn't appear on her face, it was in her eyes.

"I have no regrets when it comes to loving you because then it wouldn't be as it is, maybe I wouldn't have even met you."

"Ok then, don't say I didn't warn you. It's just that, I feel like I can't stick up for myself, when I know I can kick all their asses blindfolded! Everyone since I was a little girl thought I couldn't do a single thing for myself except cook and sew; you know how much I hate that? Ugh why is it men like my dad have to be such a way? It seems as if he attracts more of those kinda people, like bloody Lucian! Sometimes it makes me feel like everyone is such a way, but I know that isn't the case. Like you said, I'm just bloody unlucky. Not when it comes to you mind, well actually yes I am, because it's just my luck that you had to be a Flack! I suppose though that makes us closer, I don't know! I thought you had the luck of the Irish anyways," Jess heard him chuckle and turned back to look at him.

"Nah, that's the leprechauns."

"Leprechauns Don?" Jess replied smirking, trying to hide her laughter.

"Yeah, you know the nasty little buggers that go round stealing your Guinness and then refusing to let you get to that gold!" Don explained whilst his hands were still entwined in her hair.

"Oh god honestly, leprechauns don't exist Donnie," Jess rolled her eyes but was grinning from ear to ear.

"Ok then, don't blame me when my Guinness goes missing from the fridge and you find a bastard dwarf glugging down in the bathroom behind the shower curtain!" Jess couldn't keep the laughter in and it rolled out, music to his ears.

"I guess you'll just have to catch him in the act, breaking and entering along with stealing!" Jess was giggling like mad and had her arms firmly wrapped around his neck.

"I guess I will," he murmured into her neck and she sighed softly.

"You do know that my family are in there, and we aren't exactly out of view point?" Jess asked clinging to him tighter.

"Come on then, the Guinness in my fridge might just be under attack, we need to investigate detective."

Toasty here,

Just a little Don and Jess fluff going on there, the leprechaun stuff actually comes from when me and my dad sailed to Dublin and he being his Irish self and a devoted Guinness lover decided we had to go to the Guinness factory. While we were there we basically saw this rainbow and I went off about how we had to go after the gold and stuff (I was quite young) and on the way back to the boat dad went off about Leprechauns and it still to this day makes me laugh so I wanted to put it in.

Yeah you probably didn't need to know that but yeah. Ok just to say, I know I've kinda lost the case they were on, but it will come back into it and feature quite strongly so don't forget it! Ok, I'm finished now… wait, review!

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