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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-03-21 12:51 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-03-21 12:51 am
Potter - Dead Man Walking
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: Dead Man Walking
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer, Adam Ross, Brian Peluso, Nick Potter, and Lindsay Monroe
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csi50 Prompt: 026. inner geek
Content Warning: Absolutely ridiculous (almost crack, but not quite)
Summary: Potter gets hazed, Lindsay gets locked in a closet and Danny is in very, very big trouble.
Author's Note: This isn't related to any of my series. I wrote this just for fun. Or I might make it into another series, the "Abusing Potter" series. I dont know.
For Reference: CSI:NY and Conviction. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask, I don't mind answering.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC. However, Dave the Janitor is mine, so please don't use him without my permission.
“Now when he comes down to ask you about the evidence, I want you to use as many big geek words as you possibly can,” Brian’s voice echoed through the speaker of the phone.
“Why would I do that?” Lindsay frowned.
“Because the kid is new to the job, Monroe,” he replied, drumming his fingers on his desk, “He’s never tried a case with a CSI involved before, and the rest of us aren’t quite done hazing him yet.”
“Just because you’re hazing him, doesn’t mean I want to,” Lindsay replied with a sigh, “I’m not going to pick on the poor kid because he’s new.”
Brian sighed huffily, and waited for a long time to change her mind before speaking up again, “Are you at work?”
“I just got here, why?”
“Find Adam and put him on the phone,” Brian demanded. Lindsay pulled the phone back from her ear in disbelief for a second, before putting it back again.
“Call him yourself!” she replied. There was a dull click! through the speaker, and Brian waited for a minute before closing his phone, and then searching his desk for the list of city phone numbers that he, ideally, should have stored in his phone, but didn’t. Once he found the paper, he punched out the number on his desk phone before picking up the abandoned Red Bull on his desk.
“New York City Crimelab. How may I direct your call?”
“Adam Ross, please?” he asked as he pushed open the tab on his drink and settled back into his seat.
“Just one moment. May I ask who’s calling?”
“ADA Peluso. And tell him its an emergency.”
“Just a moment, Mr. Peluso, I’ll transfer you now.”
The customary violin music filled the air, and soon a familiar voice picked up the phone, “Trace lab.”
“Adam, it’s Brian Peluso.”
“Well, this is a bit of a surprise.”
“Really? I thought I had managed to get Monroe into giant fits of outrage, as per usual.”
“Ahh—that was why she stormed past here in a huff, saying something about asshole lawyers. I should have figured I might be getting a call from you sometime soon.”
“You’re a smartass, Ross,” Peluso smirked, “I like that. And it’s not my fault Monroe doesn’t have a sense of humor.”
“Really? She seems to get most of my jokes.”
“Well, maybe she just doesn’t understand the idea of a good hazing. That’s why you are now my go-to guy, Adam.”
“Well, what can your go-to guy do for you, Counselor?”
“You see, Ross, it works like this—”
***
Lindsay was on her way back from autopsy, and looked up when she saw someone walking towards her. She gave them a slight smile, and then looked confused when the person ducked and threw her over their shoulder.
“What the—” she protested, before letting go of her autopsy results and starting to pound into the person’s back, “—Damnit, put me down.”
“Sorry, Montana,” Danny replied as he put her down in the janitor’s closet, before shutting and locking the door behind her, “Can’t have you ruining our fun, now can we?”
“Danny—swear to God I’m going to kill you!” she shouted as she pounded on the door.
***
Nick Potter stood uneasily in the lobby of the crimelab, looking around like he had never been there before. He really hadn’t, but he didn’t think it would be this—big. Or intimidating. Or any other equally daunting adjective that might come to mind. He slowly made his way to the receptionist’s desk, and gave her a small smile.
“Hi—I’m ADA Nick Potter. I’m looking for either Detectives Monroe or Messer?” He was silently hoping for Monroe. She was definitely the more attractive—and nicer—of the two. He had heard rumors of Danny Messer’s pranks and other—less than friendly activity, and he really wasn’t in the mood to be the victim of one of them. He had gotten enough hazing from the other ADAs.
Suddenly, a loud Staten Island accent was heard over his shoulder, “You Potter?” Nick turned and saw a man, tall and blondish with glasses. Nick nodded, and Danny gave him a grin before extending his hand to him. “Danny Messer.”
“Nice to meet you,” Nick replied before shaking his hand.
“Likewise,” Danny said, “It’s always nice to meet fresh blood—I mean, fresh faces. You can only look at Peluso’s ugly mug so many times, you know what I’m sayin’?” He paused, and Nick just stared at him slightly. “It was a joke, man. Can’t you take a joke?”
“Oh—sorry. I didn’t realize—”
“What, you don’t have a sense of humor or somethin’?”
“No—I do, I do,” Nick nodded, “I just—I didn’t realize you were joking.”
“No, really Potter, that’s fine,” Danny sighed, “I understand. You’re more of an all work and no play kinda guy.”
“Well—no actually, I—”
“No, that’s alright, it’s cool,” Danny nodded, “We’ll just get right down to business then.”
“No, really, I—”
“Potter, Potter, Potter. You don’t need to explain yourself,” Danny replied, before punching the button for the elevator, “It’s fine.”
Nick could tell by the tone of voice Danny was using that this visit was going to be anything but fine. He slowly climbed into the elevator behind Danny, and then slowly turned to the other man.
“Umm—where’s Detective Monroe?”
“She’s a bit tied up at the moment,” Danny replied, watching the numbers at the top of the elevator light up, “She’s not going to be able to make it.”
“Oh,” Nick nodded slowly. I’m gonna die.
***
Dave the janitor whistled softly as he came around the corner where the closet was located, and paused when he heard a rhythmic thumping on the door. He frowned slightly, before reaching forward and trying the handle. Finding it locked, the frown deepened, and he shouted through the door.
“Somebody in there?”
“Dave! Thank God, it’s me, Lindsay!”
“Detective Monroe?” he said, reaching for his keys, “That really you?”
“Yes!” Dave pulled the door open and she stumbled forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. He caught her in surprise, and frowned when she pulled away from him.
“How’d you get stuck in there?” he asked.
“That doesn’t matter now,” she sighed, “Have you seen Detective Messer around?”
“I saw him over in Adam’s lab with some guy in a suit a little while ago,” Dave replied, jerking his thumb back towards the lab, “Might still catch him there now if you hurry.”
“Thanks, Dave,” she said with a smile before jogging slightly around the corner and back towards the rest of the labs. Dave just shook his head and headed into the closet for what he had came there for, starting to whistle to himself again.
***
Danny and Adam were laughing as they headed down from the lab. “Did you see the look on the poor kid’s face when you started going on about whatever it was.”
“I was just using the full chemical names for everything,” Adam grinned, “Peluso said that he had told the guy to just smile and nod his head when it came to the science stuff, but the kid looked far too confused to even do that.”
“You know—we are lucky that this wasn’t a real case,” Danny shook his head, “Because Mac would have had our heads for pulling a stunt like that.”
“I agree,” Adam nodded with a smile, and Danny’s grin widened.
“I say next time he comes by, we take him down to see Sid.”
“Dude, are you kidding?” Adam said with a grin, “That would scar him for life. When’s he coming by again?” Danny laughed, and nodded to Dave as he came there way.
“Hey, Detective Messer,” Dave said with a smile, “Detective Monroe was looking for you.”
Danny’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, “She was?”
“She didn’t find ya?” Dave frowned, “You wouldn’t believe what happened to her. Someone locked her in the janitor’s closet.”
“Really?” Danny stammered, “I take it you let her out then.”
“Of course I did!” Dave replied in surprise, “Who would do something like that, lock the poor girl in a closet like that?”
“Haven’t the slightest idea,” Danny sighed, before watching Dave walk away.
“You locked her in a closet?” Adam said, looking at Danny in disbelief, “I don’t think that was what Peluso meant when he said distract her.”
“Yes, well—distracting Montana takes time and energy,” Danny replied, “Two things I didn’t have at the moment. I was acting on my gut. And my gut’s not too bright.”
“You are such a dead man,” Adam replied, “You better hide, dude.”
“If you’re looking for me, I’ll be in Sid’s office,” Danny sighed, “It’s the last place she’ll look for me.”
“Got it,” Adam nodded as Danny started to head for the elevator. He walked a few paces before turning back.
“Oh, and Ross?” he said.
“Yeah?”
“If she asks, you haven’t seen me.”
“And who are you again?” Adam asked.
“Good man, Ross. Good man.”
Title: Dead Man Walking
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer, Adam Ross, Brian Peluso, Nick Potter, and Lindsay Monroe
csi50 Prompt: 026. inner geekContent Warning: Absolutely ridiculous (almost crack, but not quite)
Summary: Potter gets hazed, Lindsay gets locked in a closet and Danny is in very, very big trouble.
Author's Note: This isn't related to any of my series. I wrote this just for fun. Or I might make it into another series, the "Abusing Potter" series. I dont know.
For Reference: CSI:NY and Conviction. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask, I don't mind answering.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC. However, Dave the Janitor is mine, so please don't use him without my permission.
“Now when he comes down to ask you about the evidence, I want you to use as many big geek words as you possibly can,” Brian’s voice echoed through the speaker of the phone.
“Why would I do that?” Lindsay frowned.
“Because the kid is new to the job, Monroe,” he replied, drumming his fingers on his desk, “He’s never tried a case with a CSI involved before, and the rest of us aren’t quite done hazing him yet.”
“Just because you’re hazing him, doesn’t mean I want to,” Lindsay replied with a sigh, “I’m not going to pick on the poor kid because he’s new.”
Brian sighed huffily, and waited for a long time to change her mind before speaking up again, “Are you at work?”
“I just got here, why?”
“Find Adam and put him on the phone,” Brian demanded. Lindsay pulled the phone back from her ear in disbelief for a second, before putting it back again.
“Call him yourself!” she replied. There was a dull click! through the speaker, and Brian waited for a minute before closing his phone, and then searching his desk for the list of city phone numbers that he, ideally, should have stored in his phone, but didn’t. Once he found the paper, he punched out the number on his desk phone before picking up the abandoned Red Bull on his desk.
“New York City Crimelab. How may I direct your call?”
“Adam Ross, please?” he asked as he pushed open the tab on his drink and settled back into his seat.
“Just one moment. May I ask who’s calling?”
“ADA Peluso. And tell him its an emergency.”
“Just a moment, Mr. Peluso, I’ll transfer you now.”
The customary violin music filled the air, and soon a familiar voice picked up the phone, “Trace lab.”
“Adam, it’s Brian Peluso.”
“Well, this is a bit of a surprise.”
“Really? I thought I had managed to get Monroe into giant fits of outrage, as per usual.”
“Ahh—that was why she stormed past here in a huff, saying something about asshole lawyers. I should have figured I might be getting a call from you sometime soon.”
“You’re a smartass, Ross,” Peluso smirked, “I like that. And it’s not my fault Monroe doesn’t have a sense of humor.”
“Really? She seems to get most of my jokes.”
“Well, maybe she just doesn’t understand the idea of a good hazing. That’s why you are now my go-to guy, Adam.”
“Well, what can your go-to guy do for you, Counselor?”
“You see, Ross, it works like this—”
***
Lindsay was on her way back from autopsy, and looked up when she saw someone walking towards her. She gave them a slight smile, and then looked confused when the person ducked and threw her over their shoulder.
“What the—” she protested, before letting go of her autopsy results and starting to pound into the person’s back, “—Damnit, put me down.”
“Sorry, Montana,” Danny replied as he put her down in the janitor’s closet, before shutting and locking the door behind her, “Can’t have you ruining our fun, now can we?”
“Danny—swear to God I’m going to kill you!” she shouted as she pounded on the door.
***
Nick Potter stood uneasily in the lobby of the crimelab, looking around like he had never been there before. He really hadn’t, but he didn’t think it would be this—big. Or intimidating. Or any other equally daunting adjective that might come to mind. He slowly made his way to the receptionist’s desk, and gave her a small smile.
“Hi—I’m ADA Nick Potter. I’m looking for either Detectives Monroe or Messer?” He was silently hoping for Monroe. She was definitely the more attractive—and nicer—of the two. He had heard rumors of Danny Messer’s pranks and other—less than friendly activity, and he really wasn’t in the mood to be the victim of one of them. He had gotten enough hazing from the other ADAs.
Suddenly, a loud Staten Island accent was heard over his shoulder, “You Potter?” Nick turned and saw a man, tall and blondish with glasses. Nick nodded, and Danny gave him a grin before extending his hand to him. “Danny Messer.”
“Nice to meet you,” Nick replied before shaking his hand.
“Likewise,” Danny said, “It’s always nice to meet fresh blood—I mean, fresh faces. You can only look at Peluso’s ugly mug so many times, you know what I’m sayin’?” He paused, and Nick just stared at him slightly. “It was a joke, man. Can’t you take a joke?”
“Oh—sorry. I didn’t realize—”
“What, you don’t have a sense of humor or somethin’?”
“No—I do, I do,” Nick nodded, “I just—I didn’t realize you were joking.”
“No, really Potter, that’s fine,” Danny sighed, “I understand. You’re more of an all work and no play kinda guy.”
“Well—no actually, I—”
“No, that’s alright, it’s cool,” Danny nodded, “We’ll just get right down to business then.”
“No, really, I—”
“Potter, Potter, Potter. You don’t need to explain yourself,” Danny replied, before punching the button for the elevator, “It’s fine.”
Nick could tell by the tone of voice Danny was using that this visit was going to be anything but fine. He slowly climbed into the elevator behind Danny, and then slowly turned to the other man.
“Umm—where’s Detective Monroe?”
“She’s a bit tied up at the moment,” Danny replied, watching the numbers at the top of the elevator light up, “She’s not going to be able to make it.”
“Oh,” Nick nodded slowly. I’m gonna die.
***
Dave the janitor whistled softly as he came around the corner where the closet was located, and paused when he heard a rhythmic thumping on the door. He frowned slightly, before reaching forward and trying the handle. Finding it locked, the frown deepened, and he shouted through the door.
“Somebody in there?”
“Dave! Thank God, it’s me, Lindsay!”
“Detective Monroe?” he said, reaching for his keys, “That really you?”
“Yes!” Dave pulled the door open and she stumbled forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. He caught her in surprise, and frowned when she pulled away from him.
“How’d you get stuck in there?” he asked.
“That doesn’t matter now,” she sighed, “Have you seen Detective Messer around?”
“I saw him over in Adam’s lab with some guy in a suit a little while ago,” Dave replied, jerking his thumb back towards the lab, “Might still catch him there now if you hurry.”
“Thanks, Dave,” she said with a smile before jogging slightly around the corner and back towards the rest of the labs. Dave just shook his head and headed into the closet for what he had came there for, starting to whistle to himself again.
***
Danny and Adam were laughing as they headed down from the lab. “Did you see the look on the poor kid’s face when you started going on about whatever it was.”
“I was just using the full chemical names for everything,” Adam grinned, “Peluso said that he had told the guy to just smile and nod his head when it came to the science stuff, but the kid looked far too confused to even do that.”
“You know—we are lucky that this wasn’t a real case,” Danny shook his head, “Because Mac would have had our heads for pulling a stunt like that.”
“I agree,” Adam nodded with a smile, and Danny’s grin widened.
“I say next time he comes by, we take him down to see Sid.”
“Dude, are you kidding?” Adam said with a grin, “That would scar him for life. When’s he coming by again?” Danny laughed, and nodded to Dave as he came there way.
“Hey, Detective Messer,” Dave said with a smile, “Detective Monroe was looking for you.”
Danny’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, “She was?”
“She didn’t find ya?” Dave frowned, “You wouldn’t believe what happened to her. Someone locked her in the janitor’s closet.”
“Really?” Danny stammered, “I take it you let her out then.”
“Of course I did!” Dave replied in surprise, “Who would do something like that, lock the poor girl in a closet like that?”
“Haven’t the slightest idea,” Danny sighed, before watching Dave walk away.
“You locked her in a closet?” Adam said, looking at Danny in disbelief, “I don’t think that was what Peluso meant when he said distract her.”
“Yes, well—distracting Montana takes time and energy,” Danny replied, “Two things I didn’t have at the moment. I was acting on my gut. And my gut’s not too bright.”
“You are such a dead man,” Adam replied, “You better hide, dude.”
“If you’re looking for me, I’ll be in Sid’s office,” Danny sighed, “It’s the last place she’ll look for me.”
“Got it,” Adam nodded as Danny started to head for the elevator. He walked a few paces before turning back.
“Oh, and Ross?” he said.
“Yeah?”
“If she asks, you haven’t seen me.”
“And who are you again?” Adam asked.
“Good man, Ross. Good man.”
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I'm glad you liked it.
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You have to do an abusing Potter series, it'd be priceless. Maybe you should have Christina or Jess try to convince Lindsay to get involved.
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it's all their fault.
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think val would want to go see rocky horror with riley?
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I have a Dr's appointment at 11 I'll log on after that.
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