Toasty here,
Well, it's world book day today and for some estranged reason that seems to mean U need to update to Danielle? Well anyways, I have the Wicked soundtrack (which I have been playing on repeat every moment I possibly can) and therefore I have some inspiration and some time- seems like a reason to update to me. I had a 2 hour english exam today and have a 3 hour one tomorrow but it should all be good, it's not like the maths one on Monday (which I am worried about for obvious reason i.e I can't do it) where as with English at least I have some confidence in it. Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI New York or Guinness (which does appear quite a few times I suppose) and never shall :)
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"Look Mac, I don't care how slim the chance is, I know it's all protocol but this is the woman I love we're talking about! I know it took a lot of persuasion for me to even be allowed in on this… I am grateful… but Mac if there is even the smallest chance Jess is in there- that is enough for me," Don stood outside Mac's office, rehearsing exactly what he was going to say to him, preparing for the row and uproar he knew would be coming. It was true, they didn't actually know Jess or Stella were being kept at the run down warehouse… they had no evidence anything criminal was occurring there- but Don didn't care. There was a chance Jess was there and he would do anything to feel her soft brunette hair tickle his neck, to feel her beautiful lips upon his own. He knew without he was falling apart, he couldn't afford to be like that. Don didn't dare to think about the chance she could be already dead- he couldn't. It would rip him apart faster then a chainsaw to flimsy paper.
Mac hadn't been speaking to… well pretty much anyone since Stella had gone missing. Everyone knew they were amazingly close friends and knew he cared for all his team- Jess and Stella meant a lot to him as friends but Don couldn't push away the crawling feeling that Stella meant more then a close friend to him. Mac had been on the phone for the last hour and Don had been standing there ever since he first uttered his greeting to the unknown person, waiting for his moment. All to quickly Mac's office door swung open and Don straightened up but was cut off before he could whisper a letter.
"They said no," for once, neither had anything to say to other as they stood there, facing each other looking as grim as one another.
"Do you want to get a drink or something?" Don mumbled quietly, his argument fading every second he thought about it. He knew Mac would have fought for it just as hard as Don- had the 60 minute conversation not proved that? Mac sighed quietly, stress showing in every moment of his body as he nodded slightly. Neither smiled at the idea, nor did they banter as they would have regularly… it wasn't a drink of celebration; it was more both trying to feel a little more comforted and normal.
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They both sat down at the bar, Don's Guinness sitting idly in front of him while he traced his finger around the ring of moisture left on the bar from the glass. Mac sat beside him sipping some amber liquid with a bittersweet look on his face as he gazed outside the small pub window. The rain fell softly outside and Don noticed where his friend's eyes were and joined him looking sorrowfully as the water collected in puddles on the street.
"What would we do if they were never found?" Don whispered almost to himself, yet just loud enough for Mac to choke slightly on his beer. He shook his head roughly, as if to shake the very thought from his head.
"No, we will find them Don, Thomas Hardy will not escape the law this time, that I swear," Mac's voice sounded desperate from pure emotion and hoarse from the alcohol. Don said nothing but the sadness across his face said all that was needed. He glanced down at his tie and chuckled humourlessly and Mac turned to look at him in confusion.
"Jess always said how terrible my ties were…" Don trailed off, not knowing how to end the sentence and fighting a surging urge to sob aloud. Mac shook his head once again tried a smile, but it just looked far sadder then anything else.
"Don't speak of her in the past tense… we will find her," Mac paused for a moment before he slammed the glass on the counter a little harder then he meant it to but he only sighed, "We should be getting evidence to get a warrant to search that warehouse, not trying to drown ourselves in a vat of alcohol."
Don nodded in agreement as Mac grabbed his jacket and stood up abruptly. Don gulped down the last of his Guinness and shrugged at Mac's inquisitive glance.
"You can't leave Guinness alone, the leprechauns will get to it," Don laughed humourlessly once more and unbeknown to his friend he remembered that night outside the hospital, remembering with a dark thud of his heart. He stood up and followed his friend out, hope filling him. A hope that all hope he had had before was not to be slashed down at the last moment.
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"I am so scared," Lindsay admitted her pent up emotions to Danny all at once, not caring how they may be perceived or how weak she might appear because of them- the loss of her best friend was pulling her down a deep endless abyss and only Danny seemed to be able to pull her back- yet his rescue rope was become thinner and more strained with each passing hour.
Danny did not comment on her pain at all, he only pulled her into a loving embrace and played softly with the ends of her hair causing a brief smile. A very short smile, yet a smile Danny had missed ever so terribly. Jess being missing was affecting his best friend and his lover in ways he found made even him feel like crying though he had only met her once. He remembered it vividly, the way she had spoken to him with such undeniable love for his best friend.
He hoped for everyone's sake they found her soon. Even for his own.
Toasty here,
I'm sorry if the ending is really terrible and I know they haven't found them yet ect, yet they will come to a conclusion over it soon enough I promise!