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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-02 10:18 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-02 10:18 am
Danny/Lindsay - A Night at Spamalot
Title: A Night at Spamalot
Author: Me!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Because of unforseen circumstances, Danny is forced into seeing a show he wasn't necessarily prepared to see.
Spoilers: For Spamalot. Nothing CSI related.
Author's Note: Sequel to Whipped Cream and Spray Cheese. If you haven't read that one, read it first. I know things are going to be thrown at me for the end. Don't worry, there will be a sequel.
"I Fart in You General Direction!"
“NNNNOOOOOOO!!!!”
The wail came from the break room like a banshee shrieking, and Danny Messer and Lindsay Monroe looked from each other, to the direction of the wail, then back at each other again. They slowly made her way towards the break room, and as they got close enough, Emma Peters came flying out of the room and straight into Lindsay’s arms.
“Whoa, Ems,” Danny frowned, as Lindsay gave him a concerned look. Flack came up from behind them and shot Danny a look, and the other man shrugged. Then she let go of Lindsay, and went back to the doorway and shouted back in.
“Your father was a hamster, and your mother smelt of elderberries! I fart in your general direction!”
“Oh my God,” Lindsay gasped, “You can’t go?”
“The Bunny of Doom won’t give me the time off!” Emma sighed, starting to overdramatically cry, before going back to Lindsay. Flack eyes went wide and he started pumping his fist in triumph before his girlfriend’s back before she turned around, and he stopped, put on a sympathetic look and took her in his arms.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, “I know you were looking forward to it.”
“That’s the understatement of the year,” Lindsay muttered. Danny shot her a questioning look, and she frowned. She was about to say something when Emma tore her face from Flack’s chest and turned to Lindsay.
“Do you two have off that night?”
“Yeah,” Lindsay nodded. Emma reached into her back pocket and put the tickets into Lindsay’s open hand.
“You must go! One of them must suffer!”
“Don’t worry,” Lindsay replied, “He will.”
“I will WHAT!?!?!” Danny shouted, getting annoyed that he was the only one in the conversation not knowing what was going on.
“Emma had Spamalot tickets, but Harper won’t give her the night off,” Lindsay explained, “So now we have to go in her and Flack’s place.”
“I have to?” Danny replied, “Can’t Stella or somebody go?”
“No! You must go! I demand it!” Emma replied, and Flack was shooting Danny a smug look over her head, and Danny shot him an evil glare.
“Have fun, man,” Flack grinned, ignoring the look.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Danny groaned, rubbing his face with his hands, before continuing into the break room. Lindsay rolled her eyes and followed him. Emma turned back to Flack, and gave him a smile.
“You know, you’re not getting out of this completely unharmed,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’m not?” he frowned.
“Nope,” she shook her head, “I’m renting Dirty Dancing on the way home.”
“Dear God no,” Flack shook his head, “Not Dirty Dancing.”
“Yup,” she replied, giving them a quick kiss before skipping away.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, “Not Dirty Dancing.”
***
“Danny, trust me. You’ll love it,” Lindsay sighed, as she walked around their kitchen, tossing out the left over take-out containers.
“How do you know that?”
“You liked Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”
“Yeah, but—that’s different,” Danny replied defensively.
“It’s not that different.”
“Yes it is,” Danny replied.
“Fine, it is,” Lindsay conceded, wanting to end the bickering, “But still, you’ll enjoy it. Trust me.”
“What if I don’t?” Danny sighed, as she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“If you don’t enjoy the show, I’ll—” she leaned forwards and whispered softly in his ear, and his eyes went wide.
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he sighed pulling back from her and she gave him a smile.
“You do have to make an effort to enjoy it, Danny.”
“I will. But if I don’t, I’m going to hold you to that.”
“OK,” Lindsay nodded with a smile as he pulled her in for a kiss, “You do that.”
“You’re that confident I’m gonna like this.”
“I’m that confident.”
“Alright,” Danny nodded, “Let’s do this.”
"The Song That Goes Like This"
“They just sang a song about not being dead yet, Linds,” Danny whispered in her ear as they sat in the dark theater, watching the scene play out in front of them. It had become apparent why Emma was so upset when she couldn’t go once they had gotten to the theater. She had gotten orchestra seats. Orchestra seats.
“Yup,” she replied, “Shhh! I’m trying to watch the show.”
Danny was having a lot of trouble suspending disbelief for this. True, he loved Monty Python, but this was too much. He had never been a musical kind of person. The idea of full grown men prancing around on stage singing and dancing had never appealed to him. Yet the show was somewhat amusing—somewhat.
***
By intermission, Danny was laughing at the French taunting and the ridiculous number that followed. There was definitely plenty of Monty Python in this, more than he had expected. The show was actually turning out to be a lot of fun. Not that he was about to let his girlfriend know that.
“C’mon, Danny,” she sighed, sitting back down in her seat, “Admit it. You’re enjoying this.
“I’m admitting nothing. We’re only halfway through the show.” He noticed the plastic bag in her hands and nodded to it. “Whatcha buy?”
“For Emma,” she replied, pulling out a black t-shirt with white lettering proclaiming ‘I’m Not Dead Yet.’ “I figured this would probably cheer her up. We could drop it off on the way to work tomorrow.”
“She’ll love it.”
“Really?” Lindsay sighed. The entire time she had known Emma, she had always sensed that she and Danny were really close. But she really had no idea how close, “You two seem to have known each other a long time.
“She’s like my little sister,” Danny replied, “I was the first CSI she worked with when she was a rookie. I called her Jersey for months.”
“Ahh, so I’m not the only one who gets referred to by her home state,” Lindsay nodded.
“Yeah, but instead of getting annoyed and rolling her eyes like you do, Emma would steal my glasses and have me wandering around blind as a bat for about twenty minutes. After a few rounds of that, I never called her Jersey again.”
“Yeah, well, Montana grew on me,” Lindsay shrugged, giving him a look, “But if I had actually resorted to attacking you back you would have stopped?”
“Yeah, but I probably wouldn’t have found you half as interesting,” Danny replied with a smile, giving her a quick kiss as the lights went down for the beginning of Act Two.
***
“A19?” ‘King Arthur’ bellowed from the stage, “Who is sitting in A19?”
“Oh my God,” Lindsay looked down at her ticket, “Danny, that’s you!”
“What?” Danny looked up at her, fear in his blue eyes.
“Danny, you’re sitting in A19!”
“You’re shitting me,” Danny shook his head, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Excuse me, my good man,” one of the knights said to him, coming down off the stage to where he was sitting, “If you wouldn’t mind standing up for a moment.” Danny got up and he watched as the knight pulled out the grail out from under his chair. Then the knight proceeded to pull Danny out of the seats, and up onto stage with them.
He was scared to death.
Lindsay was laughing her ass off.
When he returned to his seat, somewhat traumatized from the event that had just taken place, and Lindsay leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Emma’s gonna be pissed.”
“Don’t I know it. Don’t I know it,” Danny replied, burying his face in his hands.
"The Shot Heard Round the World"
“Admit it, Danny,” Lindsay replied, walking arm and arm with him to Emma’s apartment, hoping to catch her and give her the gift before heading off to work, “You had a good time last night.”
“I had a bunch of weird knights, one of whom happened to fly on the wrong side of the sky, pull me up on stage, sing to me, and then give me a mini-grail,” Danny replied, “That does not qualify as a good time in my book.”
“Still, you enjoyed it,” Lindsay grinned before getting a concerned look on her face, “Isn’t that Emma’s apartment?”
Danny looked up and the color drained from his face. The door to the room was ajar, and there was evidence it had been opened with some force from the splinters around the door jamb. He could hear sounds of a struggle coming from inside the apartment, and he turned to Lindsay.
“Stay here, call for backup.”
“Danny, wait—”
“Lindsay, call for backup.”
At that, he went running into the room, gun drawn. Lindsay fumbled with her cell phone, quickly punching out nine-one-one, ears focused on the sounds going on inside the room.
“FREEZE! NYPD! PUT THE GUN DO—”
BANG!
THE END
Author: Me!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Because of unforseen circumstances, Danny is forced into seeing a show he wasn't necessarily prepared to see.
Spoilers: For Spamalot. Nothing CSI related.
Author's Note: Sequel to Whipped Cream and Spray Cheese. If you haven't read that one, read it first. I know things are going to be thrown at me for the end. Don't worry, there will be a sequel.
"I Fart in You General Direction!"
“NNNNOOOOOOO!!!!”
The wail came from the break room like a banshee shrieking, and Danny Messer and Lindsay Monroe looked from each other, to the direction of the wail, then back at each other again. They slowly made her way towards the break room, and as they got close enough, Emma Peters came flying out of the room and straight into Lindsay’s arms.
“Whoa, Ems,” Danny frowned, as Lindsay gave him a concerned look. Flack came up from behind them and shot Danny a look, and the other man shrugged. Then she let go of Lindsay, and went back to the doorway and shouted back in.
“Your father was a hamster, and your mother smelt of elderberries! I fart in your general direction!”
“Oh my God,” Lindsay gasped, “You can’t go?”
“The Bunny of Doom won’t give me the time off!” Emma sighed, starting to overdramatically cry, before going back to Lindsay. Flack eyes went wide and he started pumping his fist in triumph before his girlfriend’s back before she turned around, and he stopped, put on a sympathetic look and took her in his arms.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, “I know you were looking forward to it.”
“That’s the understatement of the year,” Lindsay muttered. Danny shot her a questioning look, and she frowned. She was about to say something when Emma tore her face from Flack’s chest and turned to Lindsay.
“Do you two have off that night?”
“Yeah,” Lindsay nodded. Emma reached into her back pocket and put the tickets into Lindsay’s open hand.
“You must go! One of them must suffer!”
“Don’t worry,” Lindsay replied, “He will.”
“I will WHAT!?!?!” Danny shouted, getting annoyed that he was the only one in the conversation not knowing what was going on.
“Emma had Spamalot tickets, but Harper won’t give her the night off,” Lindsay explained, “So now we have to go in her and Flack’s place.”
“I have to?” Danny replied, “Can’t Stella or somebody go?”
“No! You must go! I demand it!” Emma replied, and Flack was shooting Danny a smug look over her head, and Danny shot him an evil glare.
“Have fun, man,” Flack grinned, ignoring the look.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Danny groaned, rubbing his face with his hands, before continuing into the break room. Lindsay rolled her eyes and followed him. Emma turned back to Flack, and gave him a smile.
“You know, you’re not getting out of this completely unharmed,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I’m not?” he frowned.
“Nope,” she shook her head, “I’m renting Dirty Dancing on the way home.”
“Dear God no,” Flack shook his head, “Not Dirty Dancing.”
“Yup,” she replied, giving them a quick kiss before skipping away.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, “Not Dirty Dancing.”
***
“Danny, trust me. You’ll love it,” Lindsay sighed, as she walked around their kitchen, tossing out the left over take-out containers.
“How do you know that?”
“You liked Monty Python and the Holy Grail.”
“Yeah, but—that’s different,” Danny replied defensively.
“It’s not that different.”
“Yes it is,” Danny replied.
“Fine, it is,” Lindsay conceded, wanting to end the bickering, “But still, you’ll enjoy it. Trust me.”
“What if I don’t?” Danny sighed, as she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“If you don’t enjoy the show, I’ll—” she leaned forwards and whispered softly in his ear, and his eyes went wide.
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he sighed pulling back from her and she gave him a smile.
“You do have to make an effort to enjoy it, Danny.”
“I will. But if I don’t, I’m going to hold you to that.”
“OK,” Lindsay nodded with a smile as he pulled her in for a kiss, “You do that.”
“You’re that confident I’m gonna like this.”
“I’m that confident.”
“Alright,” Danny nodded, “Let’s do this.”
"The Song That Goes Like This"
“They just sang a song about not being dead yet, Linds,” Danny whispered in her ear as they sat in the dark theater, watching the scene play out in front of them. It had become apparent why Emma was so upset when she couldn’t go once they had gotten to the theater. She had gotten orchestra seats. Orchestra seats.
“Yup,” she replied, “Shhh! I’m trying to watch the show.”
Danny was having a lot of trouble suspending disbelief for this. True, he loved Monty Python, but this was too much. He had never been a musical kind of person. The idea of full grown men prancing around on stage singing and dancing had never appealed to him. Yet the show was somewhat amusing—somewhat.
***
By intermission, Danny was laughing at the French taunting and the ridiculous number that followed. There was definitely plenty of Monty Python in this, more than he had expected. The show was actually turning out to be a lot of fun. Not that he was about to let his girlfriend know that.
“C’mon, Danny,” she sighed, sitting back down in her seat, “Admit it. You’re enjoying this.
“I’m admitting nothing. We’re only halfway through the show.” He noticed the plastic bag in her hands and nodded to it. “Whatcha buy?”
“For Emma,” she replied, pulling out a black t-shirt with white lettering proclaiming ‘I’m Not Dead Yet.’ “I figured this would probably cheer her up. We could drop it off on the way to work tomorrow.”
“She’ll love it.”
“Really?” Lindsay sighed. The entire time she had known Emma, she had always sensed that she and Danny were really close. But she really had no idea how close, “You two seem to have known each other a long time.
“She’s like my little sister,” Danny replied, “I was the first CSI she worked with when she was a rookie. I called her Jersey for months.”
“Ahh, so I’m not the only one who gets referred to by her home state,” Lindsay nodded.
“Yeah, but instead of getting annoyed and rolling her eyes like you do, Emma would steal my glasses and have me wandering around blind as a bat for about twenty minutes. After a few rounds of that, I never called her Jersey again.”
“Yeah, well, Montana grew on me,” Lindsay shrugged, giving him a look, “But if I had actually resorted to attacking you back you would have stopped?”
“Yeah, but I probably wouldn’t have found you half as interesting,” Danny replied with a smile, giving her a quick kiss as the lights went down for the beginning of Act Two.
***
“A19?” ‘King Arthur’ bellowed from the stage, “Who is sitting in A19?”
“Oh my God,” Lindsay looked down at her ticket, “Danny, that’s you!”
“What?” Danny looked up at her, fear in his blue eyes.
“Danny, you’re sitting in A19!”
“You’re shitting me,” Danny shook his head, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Excuse me, my good man,” one of the knights said to him, coming down off the stage to where he was sitting, “If you wouldn’t mind standing up for a moment.” Danny got up and he watched as the knight pulled out the grail out from under his chair. Then the knight proceeded to pull Danny out of the seats, and up onto stage with them.
He was scared to death.
Lindsay was laughing her ass off.
When he returned to his seat, somewhat traumatized from the event that had just taken place, and Lindsay leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Emma’s gonna be pissed.”
“Don’t I know it. Don’t I know it,” Danny replied, burying his face in his hands.
"The Shot Heard Round the World"
“Admit it, Danny,” Lindsay replied, walking arm and arm with him to Emma’s apartment, hoping to catch her and give her the gift before heading off to work, “You had a good time last night.”
“I had a bunch of weird knights, one of whom happened to fly on the wrong side of the sky, pull me up on stage, sing to me, and then give me a mini-grail,” Danny replied, “That does not qualify as a good time in my book.”
“Still, you enjoyed it,” Lindsay grinned before getting a concerned look on her face, “Isn’t that Emma’s apartment?”
Danny looked up and the color drained from his face. The door to the room was ajar, and there was evidence it had been opened with some force from the splinters around the door jamb. He could hear sounds of a struggle coming from inside the apartment, and he turned to Lindsay.
“Stay here, call for backup.”
“Danny, wait—”
“Lindsay, call for backup.”
At that, he went running into the room, gun drawn. Lindsay fumbled with her cell phone, quickly punching out nine-one-one, ears focused on the sounds going on inside the room.
“FREEZE! NYPD! PUT THE GUN DO—”
BANG!