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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-15 01:34 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-15 01:34 am
Danny/Sofia - Learning to Shut Up
Fandom: CSI/CSI:NY
Title: Learning to Shut Up
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer/Sofia Curtis, Nick Stokes
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coclaim100 Prompt: 008. Temper
fivebyfiction Prompt: Hate
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Four moments where Sofia almost (or wanted to) shoot Danny, and one in the middle where it was almost the other way around.
Author's Note: Written for the December Challenge atfivebyfiction where we were asked to write a "Five Moments" fic.
Another Note: Hee...this was fun. Danny just doesn't shut up when she's around.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“Detective Messer?”
Danny looked up and saw a man and a woman walking towards him, badges on their belts and luggage in their hands. Armed with only titles and last names, he was on his own to assume who was who. The guy seemed pretty built, and more—well, cop-like—and although he probably should have known better because of the people he worked with, he assumed that the guy was most likely—
“Detective Curtis?” he asked, extending his hand to the man. The man gave him a sympathetic smile before speaking.
“Actually, I’m CSI Nick Stokes,” Nick sighed before shaking his hand, and then pointing to the woman standing next to him, “That’s Detective Curtis.”
“Sofia Curtis,” she emphasized as she shook Danny’s hand, and Danny suddenly looked uncomfortable.
“Sorry bout that,” he sighed, “They only gave me last names.”
“So you just automatically assume that the guy is the detective?” Sofia asked, and he knew that they had barely known each other five minutes, and he had already pissed her off. That had to be a record.
“No—” he began, until he realized that his answer was going to make him sound very juvenile and simplistic. He wasn’t sure he wanted her to know that about him quite yet.
“No, what?”
Fuck it, it’s the only excuse you have. “—No, he just seemed more—detective-like.”
“More detective-like?” Sofia repeated, throwing a look in Nick’s direction. The other man just looked amused.
Danny knew that there was very little chance this working together was going to end well.
***
“Well, that would make sense except for the fact that the body was found in Central Park,” Danny pointed out. Sofia turned on him and raised an eyebrow on his direction.
“And that changes anything how?”
“Well, according to your theory, he would have had to been dragged to the park from the place where he was drowned. Unless he was drowned in a—”
“Fountan?” Sofia cut him off before showing him the folder in her hand, “The chemical composition of the water in the vic’s lungs is a match to the fountain near where he was found.”
“Who did this test?” Danny asked. Sofia rolled her eyes.
“I did.”
Danny looked up, confused, “You know how to—”
“I was a CSI before I was a homicide detective, Danny,” she replied, “They don’t let you do both in Las Vegas.”
“But still, the nearest fountain is pretty far from where we found the body,” Danny commented.
“Lindsay found and photographed drag marks leading from the body, in the direction of said fountain.”
Danny stared at her for a second, “I’m gonna go double check these results.”
“Why? Don’t think I did them right?” she turned to him, placing a hand on her hip.
“Not at all,” Danny replied, realizing what he last said had been quite dangerous on his part, “I just like to double check. Make sure the results are solid, before I head back and process the fountain.”
“You’re lying through your teeth,” she said, and he blinked.
“Maybe.”
“How do people work with you?” she shook her head.
“Usually my charm and good looks win them over.”
“That was rhetorical.”
“I see.”
“Do you always need to have the last word?”
“Yes.” When he saw the look Sofia was giving him, he proceeded to walk very quickly from the room, thinking that he might have just seen her reaching for her gun.
***
Danny’s mouth crushed onto Sofia’s as they stumbled back into his apartment, barely taking time to breath. He liked this version of fighting with Sofia better than the other version. He’d rather have this kind of fighting happening rather than the other. Now, he had thought that he would have to be the last person on Earth before Sofia Curtis even considered doing this kind of arguing with him, but apparently, it was happening a little sooner than he thought.
Not that he was complaining.
Both of them gasped for air as he tore his mouth away from hers, and his forehead came to rest against hers. He started to play with the buttons on her shirt, while she worked on getting his hands under the shoulders of his jacket.
“Are we doing the right thing here?” she sighed, before finally shoving his jacket off his shoulders. His hands left her for a second to shrug it to the floor, before they were back on her again, sliding across her stomach, and slowly inching their way higher.
“Don’t think about it now,” he murmured, lowering his lips to nibble on the nape of her neck, hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her against him, “Think about it later.” He felt her hands come up to brace his shoulders, and he knew that this wasn’t going to bode well.
“Danny,” she protested, pushing against his shoulders so that he’d pull away from her. Her voice was taking on that tone that let her know she was annoyed with him, and he knew that things were heading south, “I think really should consider the consequences of our actions before we act on them.”
“I don’t think that our relationship could get any worse if we do this,” he replied, “At the point where we are, I’d say that we can only go up from here.”
“That is true,” she sighed, looking down, away from him, “But I just don’t know—”
“Sofia, look at me,” he said, cupping her face in his hands, and bringing her eyes to his, “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then please—” he sighed, “—and I mean this with all the affection in the world—shut up and let me kiss you.” He watched as she started at him for a second, before nodding her head and pulling him back in to her.
***
“So you really think this is the murder weapon?” Danny sighed as they walked into the ballistics lab, him watching her as she set up to do the ballistics test. They had been arguing about this for the better part of an hour, and Danny wasn’t ready to quite let it go yet.
“Yes, Danny, I think this is the murder weapon,” she said, beginning to grow weary of this argument. She grabbed the safety protection, and started to put them on.
“The bullet itself was from a nine mill,” Danny replied, “But it was too torn up from going through something to get decent striations off it. Why are you running a ballistics test with that gun, when you’re not even sure if we’ll be able to get a match or not?”
“Because, Danny, we do have some striations, and if we try to match those we can at least see if we are heading in the right direction or not.”
“But it’s never going to hold up in court, and it could match any number of weapons.”
“Yes, but any number of weapons didn’t have a person with motive behind it,” she sighed before putting the ear protection over her own, and giving him a look. He knew he was pushing it, she didn’t have to tell him that, but she was going to at least threaten him if it was going to get him out of her hair, “Now, please, Danny, if you don’t get out of here right now, I might decide to use you for the test, instead.”
He was silent for a moment, before heading toward the door. “I’ll let you do your test.”
“Thank you.”
***
“You really gotta stop saving my ass, Curtis,” he said with as smirk, and she rolled her eyes. He was sitting on the edge of the ambulance, wincing slightly as the EMT applied rubbing alcohol to the cut on the back of his head, from when the perp had hit him with the butt of the gun in order to subdue him. Sofia had come in, and after failing to talk the guy down, wound up shooting the guy in the shoulder in order to disarm him and get him away from Danny.
“Don’t make light of this, Danny,” she said, her hands on her hips, “I could have missed.”
“But you didn’t,” he replied, looking up at her.
“I could have killed him.” He could hear the frustration rising with every word, and it was making him nervous.
“But you didn’t.”
“I could have killed you,” she sighed, suddenly looking very defeated. He pushed the medic off of him, before getting up and walking closer to her, pulling her in and holding her against him.
“But you didn’t,” he whispered in her ear, and felt her arms tighten around his waist, not letting him go. They stood like that for a moment, before Danny spoke up again.
“Sofia?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you let me go for a minute? I’m feelin’ kinda dizzy.”
Sofia rolled her eyes, before sitting him back down again. The EMT went back to work on his head, and he cursed softly again at the rubbing alcohol.
“How did your mother take you to the doctor as a child?” Sofia asked, a playful smirk on her face.
“I know I’m a horrible patient, but why are you asking about my childhood?”
“Because if you’re horrible patient now, I can only imagine what you were like as a child.”
“If you must know, it got worse as I got older.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, you see, when I was a kid, I was an angel.”
Sofia snorted, “I’ll believe that when hell freezes over—”
Title: Learning to Shut Up
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer/Sofia Curtis, Nick Stokes
coclaim100 Prompt: 008. Temperfivebyfiction Prompt: HateContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Four moments where Sofia almost (or wanted to) shoot Danny, and one in the middle where it was almost the other way around.
Author's Note: Written for the December Challenge at
fivebyfiction where we were asked to write a "Five Moments" fic.Another Note: Hee...this was fun. Danny just doesn't shut up when she's around.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“Detective Messer?”
Danny looked up and saw a man and a woman walking towards him, badges on their belts and luggage in their hands. Armed with only titles and last names, he was on his own to assume who was who. The guy seemed pretty built, and more—well, cop-like—and although he probably should have known better because of the people he worked with, he assumed that the guy was most likely—
“Detective Curtis?” he asked, extending his hand to the man. The man gave him a sympathetic smile before speaking.
“Actually, I’m CSI Nick Stokes,” Nick sighed before shaking his hand, and then pointing to the woman standing next to him, “That’s Detective Curtis.”
“Sofia Curtis,” she emphasized as she shook Danny’s hand, and Danny suddenly looked uncomfortable.
“Sorry bout that,” he sighed, “They only gave me last names.”
“So you just automatically assume that the guy is the detective?” Sofia asked, and he knew that they had barely known each other five minutes, and he had already pissed her off. That had to be a record.
“No—” he began, until he realized that his answer was going to make him sound very juvenile and simplistic. He wasn’t sure he wanted her to know that about him quite yet.
“No, what?”
Fuck it, it’s the only excuse you have. “—No, he just seemed more—detective-like.”
“More detective-like?” Sofia repeated, throwing a look in Nick’s direction. The other man just looked amused.
Danny knew that there was very little chance this working together was going to end well.
***
“Well, that would make sense except for the fact that the body was found in Central Park,” Danny pointed out. Sofia turned on him and raised an eyebrow on his direction.
“And that changes anything how?”
“Well, according to your theory, he would have had to been dragged to the park from the place where he was drowned. Unless he was drowned in a—”
“Fountan?” Sofia cut him off before showing him the folder in her hand, “The chemical composition of the water in the vic’s lungs is a match to the fountain near where he was found.”
“Who did this test?” Danny asked. Sofia rolled her eyes.
“I did.”
Danny looked up, confused, “You know how to—”
“I was a CSI before I was a homicide detective, Danny,” she replied, “They don’t let you do both in Las Vegas.”
“But still, the nearest fountain is pretty far from where we found the body,” Danny commented.
“Lindsay found and photographed drag marks leading from the body, in the direction of said fountain.”
Danny stared at her for a second, “I’m gonna go double check these results.”
“Why? Don’t think I did them right?” she turned to him, placing a hand on her hip.
“Not at all,” Danny replied, realizing what he last said had been quite dangerous on his part, “I just like to double check. Make sure the results are solid, before I head back and process the fountain.”
“You’re lying through your teeth,” she said, and he blinked.
“Maybe.”
“How do people work with you?” she shook her head.
“Usually my charm and good looks win them over.”
“That was rhetorical.”
“I see.”
“Do you always need to have the last word?”
“Yes.” When he saw the look Sofia was giving him, he proceeded to walk very quickly from the room, thinking that he might have just seen her reaching for her gun.
***
Danny’s mouth crushed onto Sofia’s as they stumbled back into his apartment, barely taking time to breath. He liked this version of fighting with Sofia better than the other version. He’d rather have this kind of fighting happening rather than the other. Now, he had thought that he would have to be the last person on Earth before Sofia Curtis even considered doing this kind of arguing with him, but apparently, it was happening a little sooner than he thought.
Not that he was complaining.
Both of them gasped for air as he tore his mouth away from hers, and his forehead came to rest against hers. He started to play with the buttons on her shirt, while she worked on getting his hands under the shoulders of his jacket.
“Are we doing the right thing here?” she sighed, before finally shoving his jacket off his shoulders. His hands left her for a second to shrug it to the floor, before they were back on her again, sliding across her stomach, and slowly inching their way higher.
“Don’t think about it now,” he murmured, lowering his lips to nibble on the nape of her neck, hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her against him, “Think about it later.” He felt her hands come up to brace his shoulders, and he knew that this wasn’t going to bode well.
“Danny,” she protested, pushing against his shoulders so that he’d pull away from her. Her voice was taking on that tone that let her know she was annoyed with him, and he knew that things were heading south, “I think really should consider the consequences of our actions before we act on them.”
“I don’t think that our relationship could get any worse if we do this,” he replied, “At the point where we are, I’d say that we can only go up from here.”
“That is true,” she sighed, looking down, away from him, “But I just don’t know—”
“Sofia, look at me,” he said, cupping her face in his hands, and bringing her eyes to his, “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then please—” he sighed, “—and I mean this with all the affection in the world—shut up and let me kiss you.” He watched as she started at him for a second, before nodding her head and pulling him back in to her.
***
“So you really think this is the murder weapon?” Danny sighed as they walked into the ballistics lab, him watching her as she set up to do the ballistics test. They had been arguing about this for the better part of an hour, and Danny wasn’t ready to quite let it go yet.
“Yes, Danny, I think this is the murder weapon,” she said, beginning to grow weary of this argument. She grabbed the safety protection, and started to put them on.
“The bullet itself was from a nine mill,” Danny replied, “But it was too torn up from going through something to get decent striations off it. Why are you running a ballistics test with that gun, when you’re not even sure if we’ll be able to get a match or not?”
“Because, Danny, we do have some striations, and if we try to match those we can at least see if we are heading in the right direction or not.”
“But it’s never going to hold up in court, and it could match any number of weapons.”
“Yes, but any number of weapons didn’t have a person with motive behind it,” she sighed before putting the ear protection over her own, and giving him a look. He knew he was pushing it, she didn’t have to tell him that, but she was going to at least threaten him if it was going to get him out of her hair, “Now, please, Danny, if you don’t get out of here right now, I might decide to use you for the test, instead.”
He was silent for a moment, before heading toward the door. “I’ll let you do your test.”
“Thank you.”
***
“You really gotta stop saving my ass, Curtis,” he said with as smirk, and she rolled her eyes. He was sitting on the edge of the ambulance, wincing slightly as the EMT applied rubbing alcohol to the cut on the back of his head, from when the perp had hit him with the butt of the gun in order to subdue him. Sofia had come in, and after failing to talk the guy down, wound up shooting the guy in the shoulder in order to disarm him and get him away from Danny.
“Don’t make light of this, Danny,” she said, her hands on her hips, “I could have missed.”
“But you didn’t,” he replied, looking up at her.
“I could have killed him.” He could hear the frustration rising with every word, and it was making him nervous.
“But you didn’t.”
“I could have killed you,” she sighed, suddenly looking very defeated. He pushed the medic off of him, before getting up and walking closer to her, pulling her in and holding her against him.
“But you didn’t,” he whispered in her ear, and felt her arms tighten around his waist, not letting him go. They stood like that for a moment, before Danny spoke up again.
“Sofia?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you let me go for a minute? I’m feelin’ kinda dizzy.”
Sofia rolled her eyes, before sitting him back down again. The EMT went back to work on his head, and he cursed softly again at the rubbing alcohol.
“How did your mother take you to the doctor as a child?” Sofia asked, a playful smirk on her face.
“I know I’m a horrible patient, but why are you asking about my childhood?”
“Because if you’re horrible patient now, I can only imagine what you were like as a child.”
“If you must know, it got worse as I got older.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, you see, when I was a kid, I was an angel.”
Sofia snorted, “I’ll believe that when hell freezes over—”
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*giggles*
Ah I heart Danny and I heart Sofia who we NEVER see enough of.
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but yay! i'm glad you liked it.
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i'm glad youl iked it.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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I loved this...it was sooo cute!
Haven't you heard Em? Hell just froze over...
-x-liv
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i'm glad you liked it.