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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-04-25 09:57 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-04-25 09:57 am
Danny/Maka - Out of Your League
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Out of Your League
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka, Don Flack
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25_foods Prompt: 016. pudding
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Danny tries to make a move on the new detective working with the crimelab.
Author's Note: Written fordragonessasmith for the "Stump the Author" Meme. She asked for Danny and Maka's first meeting in return for stumping me, and I started this a while ago, but I didn't finish it. I did today when I realized that I haven't worked on my 25_foods claim since January, and that's a bit more than two months.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original cahracters are mine, and should not be used without my permisson.
“Hold on a minute,” Danny said, pulling away from the group he was with slightly, a wide grin on his face, “Who is that?”
Cassady followed his gaze to the person in question: a tall Asian woman standing on the line at the cafeteria, studying the food with a skeptical eye, probably wondering if it was safe to eat. Cassady laughed slightly, before shaking his head and walking away, “Out of your league.”
“Whadaya mean out of my league?” Danny asked with a grin, “Who is it?”
“Detective Kaile Maka,” Cassady replied, running a hand through his hair, “Just transferred in. Out of your league.”
“She hasn’t even met me yet,” Danny said, “How do you know that she’s already out of my league?”
“Because I’ve actually had a conversation with her Messer,” Cassady replied, “And she’s got too much class for you.”
“You sayin’ I don’t like class?”
“Nah, I’m sayin’ that she’s got enough class to know better then to sleep with you.”
Danny pushed the man’s shoulder lightly, and shook his head, “Get outta here. Go back to Vice.” Cassady laughed as he walked away, and Danny shook his head slowly. “Outta my league, my ass,” he muttered before walking over to where Maka was standing. He slid up next to her on line, before starting to pick various things off the counter in front of him.
Maka glanced over at him for a second. He was paying more attention to what he was picking up off the counter, and frowned slightly, “How do you know what to get?”
“Been eatin’ here a while,” he replied, “I’ve come to have a few favorites.” He gave her a smile, “You new?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, before shifting her tray and extending her hand to him, “Kaile Maka.”
“Danny Messer,” he replied, and he noticed a flicker of recognition in her eyes, “Someone mention me?”
“Yeah, Detective Bonasera,” Maka nodded, “She told me to avoid you at all costs.”
“Oh, really?” he smirked, “Well, Stella tends to exaggerate. I doubt I’m that bad.”
“Uh-huh,” Maka replied, looking him up and down for a minute before picking up a few things off the counter and heading to the pay line. Danny grabbed on last thing off the counter without even thinking about what he was grabbing, and then followed her.
“Mind if I sit with you?” he asked, “I could fill you in on who’s who—maybe a bit better than Stella can.”
“Really?” Maka said, before glancing around the cafeteria, seeing very few tables open. She turned back for a minute and looked him up and down. A little scruffy, but at least he hadn’t been piling on pick-up lines since they met. “I guess so. Where do you want to sit?”
Danny led the way to a table after they both paid, and then looked down at what he had gathered in front of him. Because truth is, he really hadn’t known what he was picking up from the counter, he was too busy getting her attention. And while normally he knew what was safe and what wasn’t, he noticed that he hadn’t picked up any of those items on this little trip through the lunch line.
Maka watching him as he studied his food, as though he was trying to figure out which angle to attack from. She smirked slightly, before leaning forward and saying to him, “So tell me, Messer. Exactly how full of shit are you?”
“I resent that implication, Kaile,” he said, staring at the cup of pudding in front of him, and wondering what the hell he was thinking. The pudding?
“I’ll take that as pretty full of it,” she sighed, suddenly not so interested in sticking around anymore. She spotted someone else she knew across the room before turning back to him with a smirk, “And by the way—on the job? It’s Maka.”
Danny watched her walk away, and glanced down at his food until he heard the chair squeak against the floor in front of him, and Flack was looking at him with a smirk. He groaned inwardly, as Flack started to speak.
“So—she shoot you down too?”
“Shut up, Flack.”
“You know, I don’t know why you even bothered,” Flack replied, shifting his eyes from his friend to his food, “Anyone could see that she was out of your league.”
“Flack, I swear to God—”
He watched as the look on Flack face changed from one of amusement to one of disgust, “You got the pudding?” Then that damn smirk returned, “She’s really got you whipped, doesn’t she?”
Danny was half-tempted to throw the pudding in the man’s face. But he didn’t. He just glared in Flack’s direction, before getting up, and walking over to the trashcan, tossing his food. He glanced across the room, and caught the smirk that Maka was sending him, and he shook his head before walking away.
Damnit—she’s going to be just as bad as Flack.
Title: Out of Your League
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka, Don Flack
25_foods Prompt: 016. puddingContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Danny tries to make a move on the new detective working with the crimelab.
Author's Note: Written for
dragonessasmith for the "Stump the Author" Meme. She asked for Danny and Maka's first meeting in return for stumping me, and I started this a while ago, but I didn't finish it. I did today when I realized that I haven't worked on my 25_foods claim since January, and that's a bit more than two months.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original cahracters are mine, and should not be used without my permisson.
“Hold on a minute,” Danny said, pulling away from the group he was with slightly, a wide grin on his face, “Who is that?”
Cassady followed his gaze to the person in question: a tall Asian woman standing on the line at the cafeteria, studying the food with a skeptical eye, probably wondering if it was safe to eat. Cassady laughed slightly, before shaking his head and walking away, “Out of your league.”
“Whadaya mean out of my league?” Danny asked with a grin, “Who is it?”
“Detective Kaile Maka,” Cassady replied, running a hand through his hair, “Just transferred in. Out of your league.”
“She hasn’t even met me yet,” Danny said, “How do you know that she’s already out of my league?”
“Because I’ve actually had a conversation with her Messer,” Cassady replied, “And she’s got too much class for you.”
“You sayin’ I don’t like class?”
“Nah, I’m sayin’ that she’s got enough class to know better then to sleep with you.”
Danny pushed the man’s shoulder lightly, and shook his head, “Get outta here. Go back to Vice.” Cassady laughed as he walked away, and Danny shook his head slowly. “Outta my league, my ass,” he muttered before walking over to where Maka was standing. He slid up next to her on line, before starting to pick various things off the counter in front of him.
Maka glanced over at him for a second. He was paying more attention to what he was picking up off the counter, and frowned slightly, “How do you know what to get?”
“Been eatin’ here a while,” he replied, “I’ve come to have a few favorites.” He gave her a smile, “You new?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, before shifting her tray and extending her hand to him, “Kaile Maka.”
“Danny Messer,” he replied, and he noticed a flicker of recognition in her eyes, “Someone mention me?”
“Yeah, Detective Bonasera,” Maka nodded, “She told me to avoid you at all costs.”
“Oh, really?” he smirked, “Well, Stella tends to exaggerate. I doubt I’m that bad.”
“Uh-huh,” Maka replied, looking him up and down for a minute before picking up a few things off the counter and heading to the pay line. Danny grabbed on last thing off the counter without even thinking about what he was grabbing, and then followed her.
“Mind if I sit with you?” he asked, “I could fill you in on who’s who—maybe a bit better than Stella can.”
“Really?” Maka said, before glancing around the cafeteria, seeing very few tables open. She turned back for a minute and looked him up and down. A little scruffy, but at least he hadn’t been piling on pick-up lines since they met. “I guess so. Where do you want to sit?”
Danny led the way to a table after they both paid, and then looked down at what he had gathered in front of him. Because truth is, he really hadn’t known what he was picking up from the counter, he was too busy getting her attention. And while normally he knew what was safe and what wasn’t, he noticed that he hadn’t picked up any of those items on this little trip through the lunch line.
Maka watching him as he studied his food, as though he was trying to figure out which angle to attack from. She smirked slightly, before leaning forward and saying to him, “So tell me, Messer. Exactly how full of shit are you?”
“I resent that implication, Kaile,” he said, staring at the cup of pudding in front of him, and wondering what the hell he was thinking. The pudding?
“I’ll take that as pretty full of it,” she sighed, suddenly not so interested in sticking around anymore. She spotted someone else she knew across the room before turning back to him with a smirk, “And by the way—on the job? It’s Maka.”
Danny watched her walk away, and glanced down at his food until he heard the chair squeak against the floor in front of him, and Flack was looking at him with a smirk. He groaned inwardly, as Flack started to speak.
“So—she shoot you down too?”
“Shut up, Flack.”
“You know, I don’t know why you even bothered,” Flack replied, shifting his eyes from his friend to his food, “Anyone could see that she was out of your league.”
“Flack, I swear to God—”
He watched as the look on Flack face changed from one of amusement to one of disgust, “You got the pudding?” Then that damn smirk returned, “She’s really got you whipped, doesn’t she?”
Danny was half-tempted to throw the pudding in the man’s face. But he didn’t. He just glared in Flack’s direction, before getting up, and walking over to the trashcan, tossing his food. He glanced across the room, and caught the smirk that Maka was sending him, and he shook his head before walking away.
Damnit—she’s going to be just as bad as Flack.