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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-04-03 10:39 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-04-03 10:39 pm
Danny/Christina - A Sense of Direction
heeheehee...i'm done. i feel accomplished. and as soon as i let her know i finished--i'm claiming flack. *nods*
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: A Sense of Direction
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer/Christina Finn
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csi50 Prompt: 020. wild trip
7rainbowprompts Prompt: 9. stubble
fic_variations Prompt: small (#3)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Danny and Christina try to get away for a while.
Author's Note: Part of my Fork in the Road series. I actually love this one. So I think it makes up for my meh feelings about the last one.
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.
“Danny?”
Christina’s voice sounded exhausted and frustrated from where she was sitting in the passenger’s seat next to him. They had managed to wrangle a weekend completely off, and Danny had managed to get a reservation somewhere, far away from the city. However when the time came to actually get on the road, Christina discovered two things. The first of which being that Danny had no sense of direction whatsoever. The second of which being that he also didn’t take direction well. She had been trying to navigate him in the right direction, and still be nice about it, but he was making that difficult.
“Yes, Christina?”
“You missed the turn.” Again.
“What do you mean I missed the turn?”
“The way we were supposed to go went like this—” She held up her right arm in a way so that her hand was curving away from her to the right. “And you went like this—” She took her left arm, and pushed it straight out in front of her, demonstrating her point.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “I know what missing a turn means, Christina.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what you did,” she sighed, “We were supposed to make a right onto Knightsbridge Road, and you went right by it.”
“I thought you said Knightsbridge came after Henderson.”
“No, I said it came before,” she said with a sigh. Her eyes were tired from staring at the map the whole way, and she was starting to think that she would have felt less stress if she had just stayed at work.
“Oh,” he sighed, “Well, I’ll just turn around then.”
“Good,” she replied, watching him as he turned around and drove back to where the road was, and turned onto it, continuing on their way.
“Alright, so where do I have to turn next?” he asked, glancing over at the directions she had in her hand.
“You don’t have to turn per say,” she sighed, “You have to bear left at a fork coming up.”
“Bear left at the fork,” he nodded, “Got it.”
She looked up for a minute, and she knew she probably shouldn’t distract him, given his track record for missing turns, but the fork wasn’t coming for a while, so she was going to risk it.
“You haven’t driven much, have you?”
“I’m sorry?” he asked, glancing at her briefly.
“You—you haven’t driven much over the course of your life.”
“Maybe,” he shrugged, “I mean, I did grow up in the city, Christina.”
“Yeah, I know but—Danny, can I be honest with you?”
“You’re not always honest with me?”
“We’ll talk about that later,” she said quickly, moving on to her original statement, “Really, sweetie. I love you—but you have no sense of direction.”
“What?”
“How many turns have you missed on this trip alone?”
“For your information, Christina, we Messers have an amazing sense of direction,” he said, glancing quickly between her and the road, and pointing to her with one hand.
“Danny—” she began, and he could tell by her tone that she was getting ready to use her lawyer voice on him. Which meant he was going to loose. “I know that there’s this who guy mind block when it comes to directions, but I have been sitting in the car with you for the past hour and a half, trying to get us to this place in one piece, so I think I know a little bit about how you take or follow directions, OK?”
“Whatever,” Danny sighed, before leaning towards the opposite side of the car away from her.
She shook her head and turned back to the road, looking for the nearest street sign so they could judge how far from the fork they were. She caught the sign, and then looked down at her map. He glanced at her briefly and watched as her forehead furrowed in confusion.
“Danny, did we pass the fork?”
“What fork?”
“The fork we were supposed to bear left at?”
“There was a fork?”
Christina looked up at the ceiling of the car, before burying her face in her hands.
“We should have never left the city.”
***
“Reservation for Messer?” Danny said as they finally reached the front desk of the lodge, luggage in hand. It had been a long drive, and now all Christina wanted to do was get to their room, and get some sleep.
“If you’d just give me a minute,” the concierge replied, before turning to her computer. Danny slipped an arm around her waist, and she gave him a smile.
“Ride wasn’t that bad, was it?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“It could have been worse,” she sighed, “We could have both had no idea how to follow directions.”
He chuckled slightly, before leaning in and kissing the top of Christina’s forehead, the stubble brushing her skin. He then looked back to the woman helping them, and frowned at he look on the concierge’s face. “There a problem?”
“Sir—your reservation doesn’t seem to be in our database.”
“Wait—you lost our reservation?” Danny frowned.
“I’m afraid so,” the concierge replied, “Did you confirm your reservation?”
Suddenly, the look on Danny’s face seemed slightly more dumbfounded, “You were supposed to confirm the reservation?”
Christina started to laugh before leaning forward and burying her face in Danny’s shoulder. Danny just hung his head slightly, and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m very sorry, sir,” the other woman sighed.
“Is there any chance you have a room we could use just for the night?” he asked, and she shook her head sadly.
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re all booked up for the night.”
“Where’s the nearest hotel?” Christina asked, and listened carefully as the woman gave her directions. She then turned to Danny and held out her hand, “Keys.”
“Why?”
“Danny—I’m exhausted. I do not want to spend three hours getting to a hotel that is twenty minutes away.”
“Fine,” he smirked, placing the keys in her hand.
“Thank you,” she replied before they gathered their luggage and headed back out again. She was quiet for a minute, before turning back to him, “You know—I think this is the shortest vacation I’ve ever taken.”
He grinned, “Yeah—it’s too bad.” They continued to walk some more, and he looked up again, “Although—they probably still think we’re out here. We could probably hide out in one of our apartments and they would be none the wiser.”
“I knew I was dating you for a reason,” she grinned.
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: A Sense of Direction
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer/Christina Finn
csi50 Prompt: 020. wild trip7rainbowprompts Prompt: 9. stubblefic_variations Prompt: small (#3)Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Danny and Christina try to get away for a while.
Author's Note: Part of my Fork in the Road series. I actually love this one. So I think it makes up for my meh feelings about the last one.
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.
“Danny?”
Christina’s voice sounded exhausted and frustrated from where she was sitting in the passenger’s seat next to him. They had managed to wrangle a weekend completely off, and Danny had managed to get a reservation somewhere, far away from the city. However when the time came to actually get on the road, Christina discovered two things. The first of which being that Danny had no sense of direction whatsoever. The second of which being that he also didn’t take direction well. She had been trying to navigate him in the right direction, and still be nice about it, but he was making that difficult.
“Yes, Christina?”
“You missed the turn.” Again.
“What do you mean I missed the turn?”
“The way we were supposed to go went like this—” She held up her right arm in a way so that her hand was curving away from her to the right. “And you went like this—” She took her left arm, and pushed it straight out in front of her, demonstrating her point.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “I know what missing a turn means, Christina.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what you did,” she sighed, “We were supposed to make a right onto Knightsbridge Road, and you went right by it.”
“I thought you said Knightsbridge came after Henderson.”
“No, I said it came before,” she said with a sigh. Her eyes were tired from staring at the map the whole way, and she was starting to think that she would have felt less stress if she had just stayed at work.
“Oh,” he sighed, “Well, I’ll just turn around then.”
“Good,” she replied, watching him as he turned around and drove back to where the road was, and turned onto it, continuing on their way.
“Alright, so where do I have to turn next?” he asked, glancing over at the directions she had in her hand.
“You don’t have to turn per say,” she sighed, “You have to bear left at a fork coming up.”
“Bear left at the fork,” he nodded, “Got it.”
She looked up for a minute, and she knew she probably shouldn’t distract him, given his track record for missing turns, but the fork wasn’t coming for a while, so she was going to risk it.
“You haven’t driven much, have you?”
“I’m sorry?” he asked, glancing at her briefly.
“You—you haven’t driven much over the course of your life.”
“Maybe,” he shrugged, “I mean, I did grow up in the city, Christina.”
“Yeah, I know but—Danny, can I be honest with you?”
“You’re not always honest with me?”
“We’ll talk about that later,” she said quickly, moving on to her original statement, “Really, sweetie. I love you—but you have no sense of direction.”
“What?”
“How many turns have you missed on this trip alone?”
“For your information, Christina, we Messers have an amazing sense of direction,” he said, glancing quickly between her and the road, and pointing to her with one hand.
“Danny—” she began, and he could tell by her tone that she was getting ready to use her lawyer voice on him. Which meant he was going to loose. “I know that there’s this who guy mind block when it comes to directions, but I have been sitting in the car with you for the past hour and a half, trying to get us to this place in one piece, so I think I know a little bit about how you take or follow directions, OK?”
“Whatever,” Danny sighed, before leaning towards the opposite side of the car away from her.
She shook her head and turned back to the road, looking for the nearest street sign so they could judge how far from the fork they were. She caught the sign, and then looked down at her map. He glanced at her briefly and watched as her forehead furrowed in confusion.
“Danny, did we pass the fork?”
“What fork?”
“The fork we were supposed to bear left at?”
“There was a fork?”
Christina looked up at the ceiling of the car, before burying her face in her hands.
“We should have never left the city.”
***
“Reservation for Messer?” Danny said as they finally reached the front desk of the lodge, luggage in hand. It had been a long drive, and now all Christina wanted to do was get to their room, and get some sleep.
“If you’d just give me a minute,” the concierge replied, before turning to her computer. Danny slipped an arm around her waist, and she gave him a smile.
“Ride wasn’t that bad, was it?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“It could have been worse,” she sighed, “We could have both had no idea how to follow directions.”
He chuckled slightly, before leaning in and kissing the top of Christina’s forehead, the stubble brushing her skin. He then looked back to the woman helping them, and frowned at he look on the concierge’s face. “There a problem?”
“Sir—your reservation doesn’t seem to be in our database.”
“Wait—you lost our reservation?” Danny frowned.
“I’m afraid so,” the concierge replied, “Did you confirm your reservation?”
Suddenly, the look on Danny’s face seemed slightly more dumbfounded, “You were supposed to confirm the reservation?”
Christina started to laugh before leaning forward and burying her face in Danny’s shoulder. Danny just hung his head slightly, and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’m very sorry, sir,” the other woman sighed.
“Is there any chance you have a room we could use just for the night?” he asked, and she shook her head sadly.
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re all booked up for the night.”
“Where’s the nearest hotel?” Christina asked, and listened carefully as the woman gave her directions. She then turned to Danny and held out her hand, “Keys.”
“Why?”
“Danny—I’m exhausted. I do not want to spend three hours getting to a hotel that is twenty minutes away.”
“Fine,” he smirked, placing the keys in her hand.
“Thank you,” she replied before they gathered their luggage and headed back out again. She was quiet for a minute, before turning back to him, “You know—I think this is the shortest vacation I’ve ever taken.”
He grinned, “Yeah—it’s too bad.” They continued to walk some more, and he looked up again, “Although—they probably still think we’re out here. We could probably hide out in one of our apartments and they would be none the wiser.”
“I knew I was dating you for a reason,” she grinned.