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Danny/Maka - Not an Insult
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI:NY
Title: Not an Insult
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Kaile Maka and Danny Messer
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coclaim100 Prompt: 084. Rejection
Content Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: Danny and Maka catch up at a bar, by themselves.
Author's Note: Part of my A Place for Us series. Follow-up to Devil on my Shoulder. This is the last one. All done!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“When you have to leave Miami to get a good beer—that’s a problem, Maka,” Danny said with a smirk as they walked into the bar.
“We didn’t leave Miami to get a good beer,” Maka corrected as she led him over to one of the booths, “We left Miami to get good beer somewhere where we could actually talk.”
“Ahh—” Danny nodded, “So basically somewhere that isn’t trying to make your eardrums explode.”
“Something like that,” she laughed. When the waitress came she ordered two beers, and then she turned back to Danny, “So—how’s everyone up there?”
“Good,” he nodded, “Pretty good. Stella’s fallin’ head over heels for this CSI from Vegas.”
“Really?” Maka smirked, “What’s his name?”
“Nick Stokes,” he replied, “I’m surprised she didn’t mention him to you at that gala thing—she met him before that.”
“I am too,” she sighed, “Usually she tells me these things.”
“Yeah—I guess it’s gotten to be more of a thing since she saw you though,” Danny replied, waving his hands around as he talked, “She’s been there a few times, he’s been here, all that fun stuff.”
“I see—he treating her well?”
“So far as I can tell,” Danny nodded, giving the waitress a smile as the beers came, “Guy’s one of those gentleman types. Plus he’s from Texas, so he’s got the accent and all that.”
“Looks like Stella’s falling for a country boy,” she teased and he looked up at her.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
“Whatever’s going on between Nick and Stella has nothing to do with me and Montana.”
“You’re the one who drew that connection, not me,” she replied, holding up her hands in self defense.
“Besides, I’m not even interested in Monroe anymore,” Danny said as he took a sip of his beer, and Maka’s head shot up.
“You’ve moved on to some other poor woman?”
“Can’t someone stop having interest in a woman without being interested in someone else?”
“You can’t,” Maka replied, a knowing look on her face, “So—who is she?”
“No one!”
“C’mon, Danny—”
“Kaile, there’s no girl,” Danny repeated more firmly. Maka leaned back in the booth and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“You know I’m just going to dig this all out of Flack later, don’t you?”
“Well, you do that,” Danny replied, “You’re not getting it out of me.”
“Which means that there is someone,” Maka grinned, before taking a sip of her beer.
“There is no one,” Danny said before picking up his beer and leaning forward on the table, “Unlike you however, who is very clearly attracted to this Delko guy.”
‘Oh, no,” she said, shaking her head, “If you don’t want to talk to me about mystery woman, you get no details on Delko.”
“Kaile, there is no mystery woman,” he sighed burying his face in his hands, “And we’ll see how you’re singing a few beers from now, I doubt you’ll be keep whatever it is a secret anymore.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she smirked, “But this is my last one. I have to drive, remember? This isn’t like the city where you can just call a cab.”
Danny sighed heavily before leaning back slightly, “Then it looks like we were at a stand still here.”
“Looks like it,” Maka grinned.
“I’ll get it out of you by the end of the night,” he said.
“Is that a promise?” she smirked.
“I don’t know about a promise,” Danny stated, “But I’m going to try my hardest.”
She leaned back in the booth and crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Do your worst, Messer.”
***
It was a few hours, and few beers for Danny later when she finally helped him stumble out of the bar and back to her car. He was leaning a bit heavily on her shoulder, but he was pretty much walking on his own. She had just kept feeding him beers as they emptied, just to keep him talking. She had missed everyone, and if he kept talking she could hear about how they were. And as much as she hated to admit it, she had missed him and spending time with him.
“Just know this, Kaile,” he slurred, turning to point his finger in her face, “If this Delko guy hurts you, me and Flack are gonna be on the next plane down here to kick his ass.”
“Tell Flack the same goes for Calleigh,” she said, knowing he wasn’t going to. It was more of a verbal reminder for her to threaten him later.
“OK,” he said, trying to form the OK sign with his fingers but failing miserably. She gave him a pat on the back.
“Don’t push it, Messer,” she grinned, “I don’t think you’re gonna get it.”
She settled him into the passenger seat of her car, before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in. He turned to her at this point, and gave her a smile.
“I miss you,” he sighed, “Back home.”
“I miss you too, Danny,” she sighed, “Nobody down here can guilt me into doing stupid things quite like you can.”
“I have a feeling there’s an insult in there somewhere,” he said, pointing his finger at her again, “But—I can’t think of what it is.”
She laughed as she started the car, and shook her head, “You are definitely one of a kind, Danny.”
“Was that an insult too?” he asked, frowning slightly.
“No, Messer. No, it wasn’t.”
Title: Not an Insult
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Kaile Maka and Danny Messer
coclaim100 Prompt: 084. RejectionContent Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: Danny and Maka catch up at a bar, by themselves.
Author's Note: Part of my A Place for Us series. Follow-up to Devil on my Shoulder. This is the last one. All done!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“When you have to leave Miami to get a good beer—that’s a problem, Maka,” Danny said with a smirk as they walked into the bar.
“We didn’t leave Miami to get a good beer,” Maka corrected as she led him over to one of the booths, “We left Miami to get good beer somewhere where we could actually talk.”
“Ahh—” Danny nodded, “So basically somewhere that isn’t trying to make your eardrums explode.”
“Something like that,” she laughed. When the waitress came she ordered two beers, and then she turned back to Danny, “So—how’s everyone up there?”
“Good,” he nodded, “Pretty good. Stella’s fallin’ head over heels for this CSI from Vegas.”
“Really?” Maka smirked, “What’s his name?”
“Nick Stokes,” he replied, “I’m surprised she didn’t mention him to you at that gala thing—she met him before that.”
“I am too,” she sighed, “Usually she tells me these things.”
“Yeah—I guess it’s gotten to be more of a thing since she saw you though,” Danny replied, waving his hands around as he talked, “She’s been there a few times, he’s been here, all that fun stuff.”
“I see—he treating her well?”
“So far as I can tell,” Danny nodded, giving the waitress a smile as the beers came, “Guy’s one of those gentleman types. Plus he’s from Texas, so he’s got the accent and all that.”
“Looks like Stella’s falling for a country boy,” she teased and he looked up at her.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
“Whatever’s going on between Nick and Stella has nothing to do with me and Montana.”
“You’re the one who drew that connection, not me,” she replied, holding up her hands in self defense.
“Besides, I’m not even interested in Monroe anymore,” Danny said as he took a sip of his beer, and Maka’s head shot up.
“You’ve moved on to some other poor woman?”
“Can’t someone stop having interest in a woman without being interested in someone else?”
“You can’t,” Maka replied, a knowing look on her face, “So—who is she?”
“No one!”
“C’mon, Danny—”
“Kaile, there’s no girl,” Danny repeated more firmly. Maka leaned back in the booth and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“You know I’m just going to dig this all out of Flack later, don’t you?”
“Well, you do that,” Danny replied, “You’re not getting it out of me.”
“Which means that there is someone,” Maka grinned, before taking a sip of her beer.
“There is no one,” Danny said before picking up his beer and leaning forward on the table, “Unlike you however, who is very clearly attracted to this Delko guy.”
‘Oh, no,” she said, shaking her head, “If you don’t want to talk to me about mystery woman, you get no details on Delko.”
“Kaile, there is no mystery woman,” he sighed burying his face in his hands, “And we’ll see how you’re singing a few beers from now, I doubt you’ll be keep whatever it is a secret anymore.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she smirked, “But this is my last one. I have to drive, remember? This isn’t like the city where you can just call a cab.”
Danny sighed heavily before leaning back slightly, “Then it looks like we were at a stand still here.”
“Looks like it,” Maka grinned.
“I’ll get it out of you by the end of the night,” he said.
“Is that a promise?” she smirked.
“I don’t know about a promise,” Danny stated, “But I’m going to try my hardest.”
She leaned back in the booth and crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Do your worst, Messer.”
***
It was a few hours, and few beers for Danny later when she finally helped him stumble out of the bar and back to her car. He was leaning a bit heavily on her shoulder, but he was pretty much walking on his own. She had just kept feeding him beers as they emptied, just to keep him talking. She had missed everyone, and if he kept talking she could hear about how they were. And as much as she hated to admit it, she had missed him and spending time with him.
“Just know this, Kaile,” he slurred, turning to point his finger in her face, “If this Delko guy hurts you, me and Flack are gonna be on the next plane down here to kick his ass.”
“Tell Flack the same goes for Calleigh,” she said, knowing he wasn’t going to. It was more of a verbal reminder for her to threaten him later.
“OK,” he said, trying to form the OK sign with his fingers but failing miserably. She gave him a pat on the back.
“Don’t push it, Messer,” she grinned, “I don’t think you’re gonna get it.”
She settled him into the passenger seat of her car, before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in. He turned to her at this point, and gave her a smile.
“I miss you,” he sighed, “Back home.”
“I miss you too, Danny,” she sighed, “Nobody down here can guilt me into doing stupid things quite like you can.”
“I have a feeling there’s an insult in there somewhere,” he said, pointing his finger at her again, “But—I can’t think of what it is.”
She laughed as she started the car, and shook her head, “You are definitely one of a kind, Danny.”
“Was that an insult too?” he asked, frowning slightly.
“No, Messer. No, it wasn’t.”
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