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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-10-28 05:47 pm
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Brian/Lindsay - Back Again (2/2)
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: Back Again (2/2)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Brian Peluso/Lindsay Monroe
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25_streetsigns Prompt: 23. Dangerous Intersection
Content Warning: Spoilers for Conviction in its entirety, and through season 3 of NY.
Summary: Brian and Lindsay grab a drink.
Author's Note: Part of my Back Again series. Brian's more difficult to try and get to talk to me than Lindsay is, apparently.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Part 1
She looked different.
It was the first thing he noticed when she came up to him in Starbucks, and it was more than a haircut. She seemed so much—lighter. It was kind of hard to explain. It was like some huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she was just so much happier than she was before. It was a bit of a relief to see. He had always been worried about her while they were together—however brief that was. There always seemed to be something in the back of her mind, holding her back, but now it seemed like that fog had lifted, and she was someone who had the world at her fingertips again.
And he liked seeing that in her. Happy looked good on her.
They sat down at the bar and ordered her drinks, and he looked at her, not exactly sure where to begin. He didn’t want to ask her about her new found happiness directly—he had a feeling it would be something that was going to make this conversation even more awkward—but he had to admit he was curious.
“You really do look good,” he said, playing with the lip of his drink slightly. “You seem a lot more—comfortable.”
“Yeah, well—I guess I’m finally settling in.”
“Guess so,” he nodded slowly.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she nodded, looking down as she started to twirl the straw on her drink. They drifted into silence for a moment, before she turned back to him with a small smile. “So—how’s Christina?”
Christina. Right. He turned back to the bar for a minute, focusing more on the drink before actually responding. “Chris—isn’t in the picture anymore.”
“No?” Lindsay replied, probably sounding a bit more surprised than she wanted to. “That’s a shame.”
“Yeah, I guess,” he nodded, before taking another sip of his drink. “It just—wasn’t working out.”
“I see,” Lindsay nodded.
“How ‘bout you?” he asked curiously. “Boyfriend?” Messer?
“Nope,” she shook her head. “No boyfriend. Just me.”
Brian perked up slightly at that, interested. She wasn’t the kind of person he would expect to be alone, at least for this long a time. Then again, he hadn’t really taken the chance to get to know her very well. Then again, he figured that he himself was the one to blame for that.
Things with Christina had not ended well, at least not on his end, so coming back to New York and seeing her was a bit of a reminder of that fact. However, she seemed to be not holding what had happened against him, which surprised him a bit, yet made him feel a bit better about the situation. If he and Lindsay could get off to a good start, as friends at least, maybe he did stand a chance of not screwing up every single relationship he ever had.
“That’s—nice,” he said, not exactly sure how to respond to that without sounding to happy about it.
She smirked back at him, “That’s one word for it.”
He smiled back at her, and he could tell she was watching him closely, trying to figure something out. She placed her drink down after a minute, looking down at the bar before speaking up.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot,” he replied, shifting on the stool to look at her more.
“Are you really happy to be back here?”
Brian looked away from her again, carefully considering his answer. He took another sip of his drink and swallowed before answering. “I guess it’s more of me being happy to not be there,” he replied, before turning to look at her again.
“I see,” Lindsay nodded. He watched her again as she turned away from him to look at her drink. He couldn’t help think that talking to her should be easier, but he didn’t know how to bridge the gap and actually make that happen. He thought about it for a minute, before turning back to her and looking her in the eye.
“I have an idea?”
“Yeah?” she said, looking at him intently.
“We should just talk. But we can’t talk about work or our personal lives.”
Lindsay frowned slightly, “What else is there to talk about, then?”
“Movies, books—celebrity gossip?”
“You follow the tabloids, Peluso?”
“I’ve been on a lot of planes recently,” he said dryly. “You up for it or what?”
She thought about it for a minute, before nodding. “I think I could give it a shot.”
“Good,” he nodded, before giving her a grin. “And I think we need another round, don’t you?”
“I think we do,” she grinned back as turned to signal the bartender.
***
The cab stopped in front of Lindsay’s building with a lurch, and she turned to him with a smile, starting to open the door as she grabbed her purse. “I had a really good time tonight.”
“Good,” he nodded. “I’m glad.”
“Good,” she sighed. She watched him for a minute, as though she was waiting for him to do something, before turning to get out again. “Well—guess I’ll be seeing you, then.”
“Lindsay—wait,” he said, his hand reaching out to take her arm. They had worked before his brain could tell them not to, and when she turned back to him, a look of confusion on her face, he didn’t know what to say to her. When he had pulled her back into the car, she had slid in a little further than she had been before, and she was so close now, that he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and kissing her softly.
The kiss wasn’t long or slow, or have anything complicated behind it. It was just a kiss. She didn’t exactly pull back, but she didn’t really lean into it either. When he did pull back, she didn’t say anything, just sat there and tried to process what had just happened. When he started to lean in again, she placed a hand against his chest and pulled back slightly.
“Brian—”
“Sorry,” he sighed, pulling away completely and running a hand through his hair. “Sorry, that was stupid.”
“It’s OK,” she sighed, shaking her head as she pulled back. “But we’re just friends, right? At least for right now?”
“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. “Yeah, we are.”
She nodded slowly, before finally climbing out of the car. “Night, Brian.”
“Night, Lindsay,” he murmured as the door shut behind her.
Title: Back Again (2/2)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Brian Peluso/Lindsay Monroe
25_streetsigns Prompt: 23. Dangerous IntersectionContent Warning: Spoilers for Conviction in its entirety, and through season 3 of NY.
Summary: Brian and Lindsay grab a drink.
Author's Note: Part of my Back Again series. Brian's more difficult to try and get to talk to me than Lindsay is, apparently.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Part 1
She looked different.
It was the first thing he noticed when she came up to him in Starbucks, and it was more than a haircut. She seemed so much—lighter. It was kind of hard to explain. It was like some huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she was just so much happier than she was before. It was a bit of a relief to see. He had always been worried about her while they were together—however brief that was. There always seemed to be something in the back of her mind, holding her back, but now it seemed like that fog had lifted, and she was someone who had the world at her fingertips again.
And he liked seeing that in her. Happy looked good on her.
They sat down at the bar and ordered her drinks, and he looked at her, not exactly sure where to begin. He didn’t want to ask her about her new found happiness directly—he had a feeling it would be something that was going to make this conversation even more awkward—but he had to admit he was curious.
“You really do look good,” he said, playing with the lip of his drink slightly. “You seem a lot more—comfortable.”
“Yeah, well—I guess I’m finally settling in.”
“Guess so,” he nodded slowly.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she nodded, looking down as she started to twirl the straw on her drink. They drifted into silence for a moment, before she turned back to him with a small smile. “So—how’s Christina?”
Christina. Right. He turned back to the bar for a minute, focusing more on the drink before actually responding. “Chris—isn’t in the picture anymore.”
“No?” Lindsay replied, probably sounding a bit more surprised than she wanted to. “That’s a shame.”
“Yeah, I guess,” he nodded, before taking another sip of his drink. “It just—wasn’t working out.”
“I see,” Lindsay nodded.
“How ‘bout you?” he asked curiously. “Boyfriend?” Messer?
“Nope,” she shook her head. “No boyfriend. Just me.”
Brian perked up slightly at that, interested. She wasn’t the kind of person he would expect to be alone, at least for this long a time. Then again, he hadn’t really taken the chance to get to know her very well. Then again, he figured that he himself was the one to blame for that.
Things with Christina had not ended well, at least not on his end, so coming back to New York and seeing her was a bit of a reminder of that fact. However, she seemed to be not holding what had happened against him, which surprised him a bit, yet made him feel a bit better about the situation. If he and Lindsay could get off to a good start, as friends at least, maybe he did stand a chance of not screwing up every single relationship he ever had.
“That’s—nice,” he said, not exactly sure how to respond to that without sounding to happy about it.
She smirked back at him, “That’s one word for it.”
He smiled back at her, and he could tell she was watching him closely, trying to figure something out. She placed her drink down after a minute, looking down at the bar before speaking up.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot,” he replied, shifting on the stool to look at her more.
“Are you really happy to be back here?”
Brian looked away from her again, carefully considering his answer. He took another sip of his drink and swallowed before answering. “I guess it’s more of me being happy to not be there,” he replied, before turning to look at her again.
“I see,” Lindsay nodded. He watched her again as she turned away from him to look at her drink. He couldn’t help think that talking to her should be easier, but he didn’t know how to bridge the gap and actually make that happen. He thought about it for a minute, before turning back to her and looking her in the eye.
“I have an idea?”
“Yeah?” she said, looking at him intently.
“We should just talk. But we can’t talk about work or our personal lives.”
Lindsay frowned slightly, “What else is there to talk about, then?”
“Movies, books—celebrity gossip?”
“You follow the tabloids, Peluso?”
“I’ve been on a lot of planes recently,” he said dryly. “You up for it or what?”
She thought about it for a minute, before nodding. “I think I could give it a shot.”
“Good,” he nodded, before giving her a grin. “And I think we need another round, don’t you?”
“I think we do,” she grinned back as turned to signal the bartender.
***
The cab stopped in front of Lindsay’s building with a lurch, and she turned to him with a smile, starting to open the door as she grabbed her purse. “I had a really good time tonight.”
“Good,” he nodded. “I’m glad.”
“Good,” she sighed. She watched him for a minute, as though she was waiting for him to do something, before turning to get out again. “Well—guess I’ll be seeing you, then.”
“Lindsay—wait,” he said, his hand reaching out to take her arm. They had worked before his brain could tell them not to, and when she turned back to him, a look of confusion on her face, he didn’t know what to say to her. When he had pulled her back into the car, she had slid in a little further than she had been before, and she was so close now, that he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and kissing her softly.
The kiss wasn’t long or slow, or have anything complicated behind it. It was just a kiss. She didn’t exactly pull back, but she didn’t really lean into it either. When he did pull back, she didn’t say anything, just sat there and tried to process what had just happened. When he started to lean in again, she placed a hand against his chest and pulled back slightly.
“Brian—”
“Sorry,” he sighed, pulling away completely and running a hand through his hair. “Sorry, that was stupid.”
“It’s OK,” she sighed, shaking her head as she pulled back. “But we’re just friends, right? At least for right now?”
“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. “Yeah, we are.”
She nodded slowly, before finally climbing out of the car. “Night, Brian.”
“Night, Lindsay,” he murmured as the door shut behind her.
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