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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-03-26 03:12 pm
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CSI:NY/Conviction - All Hallow's Eve (2/?)
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: All Hallow's Eve (2/?)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Nick Potter, Jessica Rossi, Jennifer Angell, Don Flack
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csi50 Prompt: 009. records
Content Warning: Spoilers if you don't know who Angell is.
Summary: The four characters mentioned above lament their choice of Halloween costumes.
Author's Note: This is part of my Fork in the Road series, but it's still on the Potter!abuse trend my brain is on. And my brain is also still with the ridiculous. You've been warned. This shouldn't be that long though.
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.
Part 1
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Nick stared back at his reflection in the mirror, and Angell walked over to him, putting her earrings in. She looked at his reflection and gave him a smile.
“You look great.”
“I look like a reject from Jersey Boys,” he said, giving her a look, and she laughed.
“You don’t look like a reject, and you’re thinking the wrong musical.”
Nick looked down at his clothes. He was wearing jeans that were a bit tighter than he’s used to, a button down t-shirt, and a sweater vest. This wasn’t what he had been envisioning when he said he’d let her pick the costumes. She, however, looked great. She was wearing a fifties’ style dress, with her hair pulled back into a bun, and simple make-up.
“I know,” he replied, “Who am I again?”
“Tony,” she repeated, “From West Side Story.”
“Right,” he sighed, before shaking his head, “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”
“They’re going to tease you over this?” Angell said, giving him a skeptical look, and Nick buried his face in his hands.
“They tease me over everything I do,” he replied, “You wouldn’t believe the hazing I’ve been through.”
“Sounds like the DA’s office has got a few Messers on their hands,” Angell smirked.
“Messer was one of them,” Nick said with a grin, and she laughed.
“Well—I’m sorry I’m feeding the fire,” she sighed, walking back over to him and giving him a small hug. “For the record, Potter, you’re not that bad.”
“Really?” he said, and she nodded.
“And because you’re not that bad, I’m entrusting you with this responsibility,” she placed both hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eye, “If I get totally smashed—don’t let me go home with anyone but Hawkes.”
“Why’s Hawkes so special?”
“He’s the only one I trust not to take advantage of me in my drunken state,” she sighed, “Flack, assorted other cops, Desmond, Peluso—”
“Peluso’s dating Lindsay actually,” Nick interrupted, “So he shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Whatever,” she shook her head, “Hawkes is the only other man who’s allowed to take me home.”
“What if I get smashed and forget?”
“Then I kick your ass because it’s your fault I’m going to this thing to begin with.”
“Fair enough,” he nodded, and she grinned.
“Alright—ready to go?”
“Let’s do this,” Nick replied, following her out of the room.
***
“Ugh,” Jess groaned from the bathroom as she studied herself in the mirror, “For the record, this is the last time I let you pick the costumes.”
“You know, you wouldn’t be complaining so much, Rossi, if you had just gone with the gold bikini like I had originally suggested,” Flack said with a grin as he walked towards the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, “Less layers.” She glared at him.
“One more word about that bikini, and I’ll beat you over the head with a baseball bat,” she sighed, adjusting the layers off the full length white dress she was wearing. When she was finished with that, she studied herself in the mirror one last time, adjusting the large braids coiled on either side of her head, “Do you know how long it took to get my hair like this?”
“I really could care less,” Flack said dryly, as she walked past him, and she gave him a light punch in the shoulder. His outfit wasn’t that far from what Han Solo had worn in the movie. Dark pants, white shirt, with a black fisherman’s vest. He turned and followed her, “So are we ready to go now?”
“I guess so,” she sighed, “I should have gone with Hawkes.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” he said, giving her a grin, “Because if you had gone with Hawkes, I would have had to go with Rubirosa. And that would have been a disaster.”
“Why?” Jess said, turning to him with a smirk, “She can’t play Leia.”
“No,” Flack shook his head, “Because one of us would be dead by the end of the night, and it probably wouldn’t be her.”
“Connie has murderous thoughts towards you?” Jess said, turning to him in surprise, and then a knowing look crossed her face, “You slept with her, didn’t you?”
“You make it sound as though having sex with me is motive for murder.”
“Well, you slept with her and then you screwed it up somehow.”
“It was a one night stand that ended badly, let’s just put it that way.”
“Oh, Flack,” Jess shook her head, “You should know better by now.”
“Hey—she was a bit too controlling for my taste, thank you very much. We grabbed drinks once, we wound up having drunk sex, and then the next thing I know, she’s clearing out my closet and telling me I need to buy new ties.”
“Well, Flack—your tie collection could use some cleaning up,” Jess said, “Some of your choices are a bit—iffy.”
“She was even throwing out ties that my mother had given me,” Flack replied, “I’m sorry, Jess, but something needed to be done.”
“Why do I have the feeling this is going to be a really, really long drunk night?”
“Because these always are.”
“Very good point,” she sighed before walking back to him, “Flack, just so you know—if we ever have drunk sex, I won’t clean out your tie collection.”
“Rossi, just so you know—if we ever have drunk sex, I want you to try the gold bikini.”
Jess laughed, before smacking him on the shoulder and heading out the door. Despite what she had just said, she knew that if she had decided to go with Hawkes, she wouldn’t be having nearly this much fun.
Part 3
Title: All Hallow's Eve (2/?)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Nick Potter, Jessica Rossi, Jennifer Angell, Don Flack
csi50 Prompt: 009. recordsContent Warning: Spoilers if you don't know who Angell is.
Summary: The four characters mentioned above lament their choice of Halloween costumes.
Author's Note: This is part of my Fork in the Road series, but it's still on the Potter!abuse trend my brain is on. And my brain is also still with the ridiculous. You've been warned. This shouldn't be that long though.
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.
Part 1
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Nick stared back at his reflection in the mirror, and Angell walked over to him, putting her earrings in. She looked at his reflection and gave him a smile.
“You look great.”
“I look like a reject from Jersey Boys,” he said, giving her a look, and she laughed.
“You don’t look like a reject, and you’re thinking the wrong musical.”
Nick looked down at his clothes. He was wearing jeans that were a bit tighter than he’s used to, a button down t-shirt, and a sweater vest. This wasn’t what he had been envisioning when he said he’d let her pick the costumes. She, however, looked great. She was wearing a fifties’ style dress, with her hair pulled back into a bun, and simple make-up.
“I know,” he replied, “Who am I again?”
“Tony,” she repeated, “From West Side Story.”
“Right,” he sighed, before shaking his head, “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”
“They’re going to tease you over this?” Angell said, giving him a skeptical look, and Nick buried his face in his hands.
“They tease me over everything I do,” he replied, “You wouldn’t believe the hazing I’ve been through.”
“Sounds like the DA’s office has got a few Messers on their hands,” Angell smirked.
“Messer was one of them,” Nick said with a grin, and she laughed.
“Well—I’m sorry I’m feeding the fire,” she sighed, walking back over to him and giving him a small hug. “For the record, Potter, you’re not that bad.”
“Really?” he said, and she nodded.
“And because you’re not that bad, I’m entrusting you with this responsibility,” she placed both hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eye, “If I get totally smashed—don’t let me go home with anyone but Hawkes.”
“Why’s Hawkes so special?”
“He’s the only one I trust not to take advantage of me in my drunken state,” she sighed, “Flack, assorted other cops, Desmond, Peluso—”
“Peluso’s dating Lindsay actually,” Nick interrupted, “So he shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Whatever,” she shook her head, “Hawkes is the only other man who’s allowed to take me home.”
“What if I get smashed and forget?”
“Then I kick your ass because it’s your fault I’m going to this thing to begin with.”
“Fair enough,” he nodded, and she grinned.
“Alright—ready to go?”
“Let’s do this,” Nick replied, following her out of the room.
***
“Ugh,” Jess groaned from the bathroom as she studied herself in the mirror, “For the record, this is the last time I let you pick the costumes.”
“You know, you wouldn’t be complaining so much, Rossi, if you had just gone with the gold bikini like I had originally suggested,” Flack said with a grin as he walked towards the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, “Less layers.” She glared at him.
“One more word about that bikini, and I’ll beat you over the head with a baseball bat,” she sighed, adjusting the layers off the full length white dress she was wearing. When she was finished with that, she studied herself in the mirror one last time, adjusting the large braids coiled on either side of her head, “Do you know how long it took to get my hair like this?”
“I really could care less,” Flack said dryly, as she walked past him, and she gave him a light punch in the shoulder. His outfit wasn’t that far from what Han Solo had worn in the movie. Dark pants, white shirt, with a black fisherman’s vest. He turned and followed her, “So are we ready to go now?”
“I guess so,” she sighed, “I should have gone with Hawkes.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” he said, giving her a grin, “Because if you had gone with Hawkes, I would have had to go with Rubirosa. And that would have been a disaster.”
“Why?” Jess said, turning to him with a smirk, “She can’t play Leia.”
“No,” Flack shook his head, “Because one of us would be dead by the end of the night, and it probably wouldn’t be her.”
“Connie has murderous thoughts towards you?” Jess said, turning to him in surprise, and then a knowing look crossed her face, “You slept with her, didn’t you?”
“You make it sound as though having sex with me is motive for murder.”
“Well, you slept with her and then you screwed it up somehow.”
“It was a one night stand that ended badly, let’s just put it that way.”
“Oh, Flack,” Jess shook her head, “You should know better by now.”
“Hey—she was a bit too controlling for my taste, thank you very much. We grabbed drinks once, we wound up having drunk sex, and then the next thing I know, she’s clearing out my closet and telling me I need to buy new ties.”
“Well, Flack—your tie collection could use some cleaning up,” Jess said, “Some of your choices are a bit—iffy.”
“She was even throwing out ties that my mother had given me,” Flack replied, “I’m sorry, Jess, but something needed to be done.”
“Why do I have the feeling this is going to be a really, really long drunk night?”
“Because these always are.”
“Very good point,” she sighed before walking back to him, “Flack, just so you know—if we ever have drunk sex, I won’t clean out your tie collection.”
“Rossi, just so you know—if we ever have drunk sex, I want you to try the gold bikini.”
Jess laughed, before smacking him on the shoulder and heading out the door. Despite what she had just said, she knew that if she had decided to go with Hawkes, she wouldn’t be having nearly this much fun.
Part 3