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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-14 05:11 pm
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Delko/Maka - What Have you Heard...
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI:NY
Title: What Have you Heard...
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Eric Delko/Kaile Maka
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coclaim100 Prompt: 025. Truth
Content Warning: Spoilers for season 4 (CSI: Miami) and season 2 (CSI:NY)
Summary: He was reminding her a bit of Danny in the way that everything he touched seemed to fall apart no matter how hard he tried to hold it together. And she knew, like she had known with Danny, that it was OK to flirt, but that was as far as it was gonna go.
Author's Note: Doesn't happen long after "Didn't Think So." Not really important that you read it, but might be good to read it first.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Why did it have to be so damn hot all the time?
Maka wiped her forehead against her sleeve as she continued interviewing the suspects in front of her. It was September for Christ’s sake. According to the norm, it was supposed to be getting cooler, the leaves were supposed to be falling, and she was supposed to be needing a jacket just to go for a brief walk outside.
Not in Miami.
In Miami, the locals were still wearing mini-skirts and low cut tops, and there wasn’t even a hint of chill in the air. In fact, it felt like they were in the middle of a heat wave half the time, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to be able to deal with this. After all, she was from up north. Where it snowed in December and the leaves changed color in the fall. She wasn’t from the land of eternal sunshine. She had been there since June and she still wasn’t used to it, starting to feel a very desperate need for the weather to change.
And what was making it worse was that she could feel the CSI’s eyes boring into her back. She knew that he didn’t trust her right away, and she wasn’t expecting him to, but she was getting sick of what seemed like him focusing more on her than he was on the scene.
She had heard quite a bit on the rumor mill about Eric Delko and his—not-so-stellar run of luck. She knew that he popped positive for PHP, but that it was deemed special circumstances and the charges dropped. She also knew that his best friend was shot and killed in the line of duty two years ago, and that only a few months earlier, he had lost his sister as well. He was reminding her a bit of Danny in the way that everything he touched seemed to fall apart no matter how hard he tried to hold it together. And she knew, like she had known with Danny, that it was OK to flirt, but that was as far as it was gonna go. Boys like that had a tendency to drag you down with them if you got to close, and Maka was in no mood to be dragged. Especially when she was still the new girl in town.
She had also heard about the new betting pool going round to see how long it would take him to get in her pants, and that she wasn’t too thrilled with either. Ryan explained that Delko had a tendency to go for something new every week, and that if “she wasn’t careful, Delko’s something new would be her.”
She appreciated that he was looking out of her, but Ryan hadn’t seen who she used to work with.
She finished with her witness, and once they were back behind the crime scene tape, she didn’t even turn around before speaking to him.
“If you were paying as much attention to the scene as you are to my ass we might be outta here by now,” she said with a smirk, and she heard a soft chuckle behind her.
“My bad,” he said, and she turned around in time to see him pose the camera over the body, “So, Kaile, where do you hail from?”
“New York, and it’s Maka on the job,” she corrected without skipping a beat, “If I’m nice, I might let you call me Kaile when we’re off shift.”
Eric felt the grin crawl up the side of his face, but his eyes stayed trained on the body. Someone had warned her about him. Or she had heard a bit too much about him in the rumor mill. “I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I doubt that there’s much truth in it.”
“In which part?” she sighed, “The part that involves you being a player, or the part that involves your sister’s death in May.”
Eric hesitated for a second, and she just shook her head and continued, “Look, I don’t put to much stock in a guy’s reputation outside the job. What you do after you clock out every day is up to you.”
“So you make everyone you work with call you Maka?”
“Yeah, I do,” she nodded, “But I only really have to say something about it when guys like you decide that they want to be cute and call me ‘Kaile.’”
“So you’ve worked with guys like me before, huh?”
She shook her head with a smirk, “There’s one of you on every team.” He gave her a smile, before returning to the crime scene. He was silent for a moment, before he spoke up again.
“What have you heard about my sister’s death?” The question was quieter than the other ones. It had less of a flirtatious tone to it, and was more serious. Maka looked up at him briefly before her eyes returned to her memo book.
“That a hit was put and carried out on her by a pretty big gangbanger,” she said, “That you were there, and got out of it with what was basically a flesh wound.” She watched as he looked back down at the body in front of him, suddenly uncomfortable, “And that a few weeks earlier, she had married Horatio. Anything else I should know?”
“No,” Eric shook his head, “I think you covered it.” They dropped into silence and she could tell that he was uncomfortable. She knew that the way she had put things hadn’t exactly put him in the best light, but that was the way things were put to her. She knew Ryan and Delko had—issues.
“I’ve heard a lot of things, Delko,” she said, “But I also take the source into mind and from what I’ve been told about things between you and Wolfe, I took most of the way he said things with a grain of salt and focused more on the facts.” He stood up and looked her in the eye, as if he was trying to get a grasp of what she was telling him, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Do I even want to know what Wolfe said about me?”
She gave him a smile before taking some of the bags of evidence from him, “Let’s just say you don’t want to prove him right.” Feeling the tone of the conversation shift back to the way it was, she flashed him a smirk. “So what have you heard about me?”
He gave her a grin on that one, “That the reason you’re down here is because you castrated your captain after he grabbed your ass.” At that she laughed and shook her head.
“I didn’t castrate him,” she explained, “He just—couldn’t walk straight for a while.”
“But he did grab your ass?” Eric replied slowly.
“Yes, he did,” Maka nodded.
“Why didn’t you file sexual harassment charges?” At that she flashed him a look, and he knew she was probably sick of getting that question.
“Because there were no witnesses, and it was basically my word against that of a decorated captain, who was also my boss,” she replied as they reached the Hummer, “I’m just considering myself lucky that he didn’t file assault charges.”
“How long do you think you’ll be down here?” Eric asked, “Just until things cool off?”
“That’s what I’m hoping,” she replied, “But I really don’t know. The paperwork says temporary though, meaning it’s got to end sometime.”
Eric nodded, before shutting the door of the Hummer, and she continued, “Could have been worse. They could have sent me to Bozeman, Montana.”
Eric laughed as he looked at her, “Where the hell is Bozeman, Montana?”
“Exactly.”
Title: What Have you Heard...
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Eric Delko/Kaile Maka
coclaim100 Prompt: 025. Truth Content Warning: Spoilers for season 4 (CSI: Miami) and season 2 (CSI:NY)
Summary: He was reminding her a bit of Danny in the way that everything he touched seemed to fall apart no matter how hard he tried to hold it together. And she knew, like she had known with Danny, that it was OK to flirt, but that was as far as it was gonna go.
Author's Note: Doesn't happen long after "Didn't Think So." Not really important that you read it, but might be good to read it first.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Why did it have to be so damn hot all the time?
Maka wiped her forehead against her sleeve as she continued interviewing the suspects in front of her. It was September for Christ’s sake. According to the norm, it was supposed to be getting cooler, the leaves were supposed to be falling, and she was supposed to be needing a jacket just to go for a brief walk outside.
Not in Miami.
In Miami, the locals were still wearing mini-skirts and low cut tops, and there wasn’t even a hint of chill in the air. In fact, it felt like they were in the middle of a heat wave half the time, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to be able to deal with this. After all, she was from up north. Where it snowed in December and the leaves changed color in the fall. She wasn’t from the land of eternal sunshine. She had been there since June and she still wasn’t used to it, starting to feel a very desperate need for the weather to change.
And what was making it worse was that she could feel the CSI’s eyes boring into her back. She knew that he didn’t trust her right away, and she wasn’t expecting him to, but she was getting sick of what seemed like him focusing more on her than he was on the scene.
She had heard quite a bit on the rumor mill about Eric Delko and his—not-so-stellar run of luck. She knew that he popped positive for PHP, but that it was deemed special circumstances and the charges dropped. She also knew that his best friend was shot and killed in the line of duty two years ago, and that only a few months earlier, he had lost his sister as well. He was reminding her a bit of Danny in the way that everything he touched seemed to fall apart no matter how hard he tried to hold it together. And she knew, like she had known with Danny, that it was OK to flirt, but that was as far as it was gonna go. Boys like that had a tendency to drag you down with them if you got to close, and Maka was in no mood to be dragged. Especially when she was still the new girl in town.
She had also heard about the new betting pool going round to see how long it would take him to get in her pants, and that she wasn’t too thrilled with either. Ryan explained that Delko had a tendency to go for something new every week, and that if “she wasn’t careful, Delko’s something new would be her.”
She appreciated that he was looking out of her, but Ryan hadn’t seen who she used to work with.
She finished with her witness, and once they were back behind the crime scene tape, she didn’t even turn around before speaking to him.
“If you were paying as much attention to the scene as you are to my ass we might be outta here by now,” she said with a smirk, and she heard a soft chuckle behind her.
“My bad,” he said, and she turned around in time to see him pose the camera over the body, “So, Kaile, where do you hail from?”
“New York, and it’s Maka on the job,” she corrected without skipping a beat, “If I’m nice, I might let you call me Kaile when we’re off shift.”
Eric felt the grin crawl up the side of his face, but his eyes stayed trained on the body. Someone had warned her about him. Or she had heard a bit too much about him in the rumor mill. “I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I doubt that there’s much truth in it.”
“In which part?” she sighed, “The part that involves you being a player, or the part that involves your sister’s death in May.”
Eric hesitated for a second, and she just shook her head and continued, “Look, I don’t put to much stock in a guy’s reputation outside the job. What you do after you clock out every day is up to you.”
“So you make everyone you work with call you Maka?”
“Yeah, I do,” she nodded, “But I only really have to say something about it when guys like you decide that they want to be cute and call me ‘Kaile.’”
“So you’ve worked with guys like me before, huh?”
She shook her head with a smirk, “There’s one of you on every team.” He gave her a smile, before returning to the crime scene. He was silent for a moment, before he spoke up again.
“What have you heard about my sister’s death?” The question was quieter than the other ones. It had less of a flirtatious tone to it, and was more serious. Maka looked up at him briefly before her eyes returned to her memo book.
“That a hit was put and carried out on her by a pretty big gangbanger,” she said, “That you were there, and got out of it with what was basically a flesh wound.” She watched as he looked back down at the body in front of him, suddenly uncomfortable, “And that a few weeks earlier, she had married Horatio. Anything else I should know?”
“No,” Eric shook his head, “I think you covered it.” They dropped into silence and she could tell that he was uncomfortable. She knew that the way she had put things hadn’t exactly put him in the best light, but that was the way things were put to her. She knew Ryan and Delko had—issues.
“I’ve heard a lot of things, Delko,” she said, “But I also take the source into mind and from what I’ve been told about things between you and Wolfe, I took most of the way he said things with a grain of salt and focused more on the facts.” He stood up and looked her in the eye, as if he was trying to get a grasp of what she was telling him, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Do I even want to know what Wolfe said about me?”
She gave him a smile before taking some of the bags of evidence from him, “Let’s just say you don’t want to prove him right.” Feeling the tone of the conversation shift back to the way it was, she flashed him a smirk. “So what have you heard about me?”
He gave her a grin on that one, “That the reason you’re down here is because you castrated your captain after he grabbed your ass.” At that she laughed and shook her head.
“I didn’t castrate him,” she explained, “He just—couldn’t walk straight for a while.”
“But he did grab your ass?” Eric replied slowly.
“Yes, he did,” Maka nodded.
“Why didn’t you file sexual harassment charges?” At that she flashed him a look, and he knew she was probably sick of getting that question.
“Because there were no witnesses, and it was basically my word against that of a decorated captain, who was also my boss,” she replied as they reached the Hummer, “I’m just considering myself lucky that he didn’t file assault charges.”
“How long do you think you’ll be down here?” Eric asked, “Just until things cool off?”
“That’s what I’m hoping,” she replied, “But I really don’t know. The paperwork says temporary though, meaning it’s got to end sometime.”
Eric nodded, before shutting the door of the Hummer, and she continued, “Could have been worse. They could have sent me to Bozeman, Montana.”
Eric laughed as he looked at her, “Where the hell is Bozeman, Montana?”
“Exactly.”
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*g* I do like Maka.
I like the interaction between them in this. I hadn't thought of the Danny/Delko parallels before but it makes sense that Maka would. And she makes up her own mind, no matter what other people say.
“But I only really have to say something about it when guys like you decide that they want to be cute and call me ‘Kaile.’”
But she still liked it when Danny called her that ... at least, I think she did. Great start between Maka/Delko.
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but thanks! i'm glad you liked it.
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You know I never noticed the comparisons between Eric and Danny, but they both do have horrible luck.
lol the Bozeman Montana line was really funny.
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these two are going to be a lot of fun (and the easiest) to write. just because i consider danny and delko as interchangable at this point.
but that's just me.
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and they're hot.
so basically they're the same person in my brain, except one's taller.
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But Danny does have that hot, Italian brooding thing going for him...
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i tend to prefer eric though. i don't know why. they're both equally hot, eric just pushes all the right buttons.
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Eric is just...lol a walking orgasm. :D