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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-18 10:14 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-18 10:14 pm
Brian/Lindsay - Axe Murderers in Bars
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: Axe Murderders in Bars
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Brian Peluso/Lindsay Monroe
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csi50 Prompt: 36. independent
Content Warning: Spoilers through early season 2.
Summary: Lindsay encounters a friendly stranger in a bar.
Author's Note: This is not part of my The Tip of the Scale series, just a little side piece that happens to fit into mycsi50 claim. For makeitstopjamie, who asked me a while ago to write Brian/Lindsay, and this is me finally getting around to it. Also, you do know that now I'm going to have to write Danny/Finn, at least once.
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.
Lindsay wanted a drink. A nice, long, strong one, in a bar where there wasn’t a chance she’d run into Danny, or Flack, or anyone else she worked with. She got that she was the new girl. But she was already sick of the hazing and the nicknames. She was ready to cause some serious bodily harm. If Danny called her “Montana” one more time—he might be losing some vital body parts.
It’s not like she wasn’t expecting some—not so friendly behavior, but they were grown adults. She was expecting open hostility, not childish pranks. She rolled her eyes when she thought of all the things Danny had done to her over the past week and she just wished that he would grow up.
Seriously.
She saw the man sit down on the stool next to her, and watched as the bartender poured him a drink without even asking what he wanted. A regular. She hoped he wasn’t going to try and get her to talk, because she really wasn’t in the mood. She took another sip of her drink and ignored him, hoping that he would do the same. She felt his eyes look her up and down once, before a smile crossed his face.
“You new around here?”
She glanced at him once. He wasn’t that bad looking, but she wasn’t about to take any chances.
“Just moved here from Montana,” she replied, slowly, “Transferred into the crimelab.”
“NYPD?” he smirked, “We should get to know each other then.”
Lindsay turned on him in surprise, “We should?”
“Brian Peluso,” he said, extending his hand to her, “I work in the DA’s office.”
“As a CSO?” she smirked, and he laughed.
“I’m an ADA. What are you? A lab tech?”
“CSI,” she replied before shaking his hand, “Detective Lindsay Monroe.”
“Nice to meet you, Lindsay Monroe,” he said with a smile, “I wasn’t aware that the crimelab was taking on new detectives.”
“I’m working under Mac Taylor,” she explained, and she saw recognition come to his face. Ah. Burn’s replacement. But he didn’t say it. Instead he just winced.
“Working with Messer,” he shook his head, “It may be the last thing you want, but you have my pity.”
“Oh, trust me,” Lindsay sighed, starting to take another sip, “I pity myself.”
They lapsed into silence for a moment, pondering their own thoughts, and drinking their drinks, before Lindsay turned to him again, giving him a look.
“Why didn’t you say it?”
“Why didn’t I say what?” he frowned, looking at the woman in confusion.
“That I’m Aiden’s replacement,” she said, “Everyone in the justice system who’s worked with her, their first reference to the lab has been that I’m her replacement. And I know you thought it—so why didn’t you say it?”
Brian turned to her, and gave her a look, “Look, I worked with Aiden. And you are totally, completely, and absolutely independent of who she was. To only refer to you as her replacement would be an insult to you not only as a person, in the sense that you don’t have your own identity, but also to your ability as a CSI in implying that you wouldn’t be able to do as good a job as she would. Therefore, you are, in many ways, so much more than Aiden was.”
Lindsay stared at him for a second before her face broke into a smile, “Oh—you’re good.”
“Am I?” he laughed, and she nodded.
“I can see why they made you a lawyer,” Lindsay sighed, “I almost believed that.”
“Only almost?” Brian shrugged, “I’m getting better. Last woman I said that to slapped me.”
Lindsay laughed, “Well, you’re going to have to do a little more convincing in order to get me to believe that you really meant it.”
“Well, how bout I buy you dinner and see if I can do that little more convincing?”
Lindsay was a little wary. “How do I know you’re really an ADA, and not just some axe murderer posing as an ADA.”
“Little paranoid, are we?”
“I was told that the city was crawling with nutjobs.”
“And that’s true,” Brian smirked, “But that doesn’t mean that every guy who asks you out in a bar is an axe murderer.”
“Well, you’re going to have to prove that,” she said.
“I do?”
“I’m a scientist,” she grinned, “I like evidence.”
“Alright,” Brian sighed, before leaning forward and eyeing the glass next to her, “How bout I just settle for buying you another drink first?”
Lindsay grinned before giving him a nod, “I think that’s a good start.”
Title: Axe Murderders in Bars
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Brian Peluso/Lindsay Monroe
csi50 Prompt: 36. independentContent Warning: Spoilers through early season 2.
Summary: Lindsay encounters a friendly stranger in a bar.
Author's Note: This is not part of my The Tip of the Scale series, just a little side piece that happens to fit into my
csi50 claim. For makeitstopjamie, who asked me a while ago to write Brian/Lindsay, and this is me finally getting around to it. Also, you do know that now I'm going to have to write Danny/Finn, at least once.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.
Lindsay wanted a drink. A nice, long, strong one, in a bar where there wasn’t a chance she’d run into Danny, or Flack, or anyone else she worked with. She got that she was the new girl. But she was already sick of the hazing and the nicknames. She was ready to cause some serious bodily harm. If Danny called her “Montana” one more time—he might be losing some vital body parts.
It’s not like she wasn’t expecting some—not so friendly behavior, but they were grown adults. She was expecting open hostility, not childish pranks. She rolled her eyes when she thought of all the things Danny had done to her over the past week and she just wished that he would grow up.
Seriously.
She saw the man sit down on the stool next to her, and watched as the bartender poured him a drink without even asking what he wanted. A regular. She hoped he wasn’t going to try and get her to talk, because she really wasn’t in the mood. She took another sip of her drink and ignored him, hoping that he would do the same. She felt his eyes look her up and down once, before a smile crossed his face.
“You new around here?”
She glanced at him once. He wasn’t that bad looking, but she wasn’t about to take any chances.
“Just moved here from Montana,” she replied, slowly, “Transferred into the crimelab.”
“NYPD?” he smirked, “We should get to know each other then.”
Lindsay turned on him in surprise, “We should?”
“Brian Peluso,” he said, extending his hand to her, “I work in the DA’s office.”
“As a CSO?” she smirked, and he laughed.
“I’m an ADA. What are you? A lab tech?”
“CSI,” she replied before shaking his hand, “Detective Lindsay Monroe.”
“Nice to meet you, Lindsay Monroe,” he said with a smile, “I wasn’t aware that the crimelab was taking on new detectives.”
“I’m working under Mac Taylor,” she explained, and she saw recognition come to his face. Ah. Burn’s replacement. But he didn’t say it. Instead he just winced.
“Working with Messer,” he shook his head, “It may be the last thing you want, but you have my pity.”
“Oh, trust me,” Lindsay sighed, starting to take another sip, “I pity myself.”
They lapsed into silence for a moment, pondering their own thoughts, and drinking their drinks, before Lindsay turned to him again, giving him a look.
“Why didn’t you say it?”
“Why didn’t I say what?” he frowned, looking at the woman in confusion.
“That I’m Aiden’s replacement,” she said, “Everyone in the justice system who’s worked with her, their first reference to the lab has been that I’m her replacement. And I know you thought it—so why didn’t you say it?”
Brian turned to her, and gave her a look, “Look, I worked with Aiden. And you are totally, completely, and absolutely independent of who she was. To only refer to you as her replacement would be an insult to you not only as a person, in the sense that you don’t have your own identity, but also to your ability as a CSI in implying that you wouldn’t be able to do as good a job as she would. Therefore, you are, in many ways, so much more than Aiden was.”
Lindsay stared at him for a second before her face broke into a smile, “Oh—you’re good.”
“Am I?” he laughed, and she nodded.
“I can see why they made you a lawyer,” Lindsay sighed, “I almost believed that.”
“Only almost?” Brian shrugged, “I’m getting better. Last woman I said that to slapped me.”
Lindsay laughed, “Well, you’re going to have to do a little more convincing in order to get me to believe that you really meant it.”
“Well, how bout I buy you dinner and see if I can do that little more convincing?”
Lindsay was a little wary. “How do I know you’re really an ADA, and not just some axe murderer posing as an ADA.”
“Little paranoid, are we?”
“I was told that the city was crawling with nutjobs.”
“And that’s true,” Brian smirked, “But that doesn’t mean that every guy who asks you out in a bar is an axe murderer.”
“Well, you’re going to have to prove that,” she said.
“I do?”
“I’m a scientist,” she grinned, “I like evidence.”
“Alright,” Brian sighed, before leaning forward and eyeing the glass next to her, “How bout I just settle for buying you another drink first?”
Lindsay grinned before giving him a nod, “I think that’s a good start.”