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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-04 10:39 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-04 10:39 pm
Danny/Lindsay - Shriek Shriek, Scream Scream
Title: Shriek Shriek, Scream Scream
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: Danny In Shower Challenge, Danny Messer / Lindsay Monroe / no shirt on.
Content Warning: Wet, naked Danny. Prepare yourselves accordingly.
Summary: All Lindsay wanted to do was take a shower.
Author's Note: I really wasn't planning to write a second one for Ragna's (goddess_loki) challenge, but I got this prompt on the prompt generator, and i couldn't resist. And the title is from a Bugs Bunny cartoon.
Lindsay Monroe stormed into the locker room feeling her temper start to get the better of her. She usually didn’t let suspects get to her like that, but this guy was pushing all the right buttons in the worst possible way.
She started to pace by her locker, trying to steady her breathing, hold herself together, so she could get back to interrogating the suspect. She needed to calm down. She needed—
She heard a voice humming in one of the stalls of the shower, than the patter of hot water hitting the tiled floor of the locker room showers. What she needed was a nice cold shower to get her temperature down and get her head back in the game.
She heard someone in one of the other showers, but was choosing to ignore it. She was quick, and she started removing her clothing, and was topless when she heard someone coming from the other end of the locker room. She glanced down at her bare chest, muttered a quick “shit” to herself, and began scrambling around for the something to cover herself with. She snatched up her shirt, and realizing it was almost transparent, dashed over to the towel rack for a towel.
In the meantime, she hadn’t heard the shower turn off, nor the wet footsteps heading towards her end of the locker room. She started to reach for the towel on the rack, when she was suddenly frozen in mid grab. Because standing across from her, soaking wet and naked as the day he was born, was Danny Messer.
They both froze in place, both too dumbfounded at what they were seeing to really have any reaction, but Danny managed to snap out of it first, snatching a towel off the rack and using it to cover himself.
“Whoa, Montana!”
That snapped Lindsay out of it, and then she glanced down, realized what he was staring at to begin with, and couldn’t think of any other reaction but to scream.
***
The female shriek echoed from the locker room, and reached the ears of Flack and Hawkes, who were standing in the hallway of the crime lab, discussing some kind of evidence on a case.
Hawkes frowned, “Didn’t Lindsay just head in there to—” Flack’s eyes widened in fear, and they both glanced at the door of the locker room.
Thinking that Lindsay was actually in trouble, both men dashed for the entrance to the locker room, and threw the door open, and froze at the sight of Lindsay practically topless and Danny barely holding a towel around his middle.
“Oh my—”
“Holy shi—”
“Dear Ga—”
“Goddamnit!”
Both Flack and Hawkes quickly turned around, and Flack rubbed the back of his neck before shouting back to her, “We’ll, uh—we’ll watch the door. Right, Hawkes?”
“Right,” Hawkes nodded as they both walked out of the locker room. Once they were out of earshot of the other two, he muttered to Flack, “Let’s never mention this again, alright?”
“I agree,” Flack nodded, “Never again.”
Lindsay could feel her face burning from the embarrassment. It was one thing to have just Danny seeing her like this; it was another entirely to have three-fourths of the men she worked with every day to have seen her topless. She tightened the towel around herself, and started to storm past Danny for the shower.
“Whoa, whoa, Lindsay, slow down,” he replied, backing up to keep pace with her, “The floor’s kind of—” Before the word ‘slippery’ could escape his lips, Lindsay’s feet slid out from under her, and she pitched forward into him. He caught her, but their momentum on the wet floor caused his own feet to slide and the next thing both of them knew was his back was against the tiled wall, and Lindsay was on top of them.
They were both staring at each other again, the air in the room humid from the hot shower Danny had taken earlier, and they couldn’t think of anything to do but just stand their awkwardly, until Danny, again snapped out of it.
“I better let you go—” he began, pointing to the shower stall next to him, “—go, um—take—take your—”
“Yeah,” Lindsay replied, shaking her head clear of the fog she seemed to be in, “My shower.”
Danny disappeared into the locker room, and Lindsay brought her face to her palm, feeling her cheeks burn even more.
Oh. My. GOD.
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: Danny In Shower Challenge, Danny Messer / Lindsay Monroe / no shirt on.
Content Warning: Wet, naked Danny. Prepare yourselves accordingly.
Summary: All Lindsay wanted to do was take a shower.
Author's Note: I really wasn't planning to write a second one for Ragna's (
goddess_loki) challenge, but I got this prompt on the prompt generator, and i couldn't resist. And the title is from a Bugs Bunny cartoon.Lindsay Monroe stormed into the locker room feeling her temper start to get the better of her. She usually didn’t let suspects get to her like that, but this guy was pushing all the right buttons in the worst possible way.
She started to pace by her locker, trying to steady her breathing, hold herself together, so she could get back to interrogating the suspect. She needed to calm down. She needed—
She heard a voice humming in one of the stalls of the shower, than the patter of hot water hitting the tiled floor of the locker room showers. What she needed was a nice cold shower to get her temperature down and get her head back in the game.
She heard someone in one of the other showers, but was choosing to ignore it. She was quick, and she started removing her clothing, and was topless when she heard someone coming from the other end of the locker room. She glanced down at her bare chest, muttered a quick “shit” to herself, and began scrambling around for the something to cover herself with. She snatched up her shirt, and realizing it was almost transparent, dashed over to the towel rack for a towel.
In the meantime, she hadn’t heard the shower turn off, nor the wet footsteps heading towards her end of the locker room. She started to reach for the towel on the rack, when she was suddenly frozen in mid grab. Because standing across from her, soaking wet and naked as the day he was born, was Danny Messer.
They both froze in place, both too dumbfounded at what they were seeing to really have any reaction, but Danny managed to snap out of it first, snatching a towel off the rack and using it to cover himself.
“Whoa, Montana!”
That snapped Lindsay out of it, and then she glanced down, realized what he was staring at to begin with, and couldn’t think of any other reaction but to scream.
***
The female shriek echoed from the locker room, and reached the ears of Flack and Hawkes, who were standing in the hallway of the crime lab, discussing some kind of evidence on a case.
Hawkes frowned, “Didn’t Lindsay just head in there to—” Flack’s eyes widened in fear, and they both glanced at the door of the locker room.
Thinking that Lindsay was actually in trouble, both men dashed for the entrance to the locker room, and threw the door open, and froze at the sight of Lindsay practically topless and Danny barely holding a towel around his middle.
“Oh my—”
“Holy shi—”
“Dear Ga—”
“Goddamnit!”
Both Flack and Hawkes quickly turned around, and Flack rubbed the back of his neck before shouting back to her, “We’ll, uh—we’ll watch the door. Right, Hawkes?”
“Right,” Hawkes nodded as they both walked out of the locker room. Once they were out of earshot of the other two, he muttered to Flack, “Let’s never mention this again, alright?”
“I agree,” Flack nodded, “Never again.”
Lindsay could feel her face burning from the embarrassment. It was one thing to have just Danny seeing her like this; it was another entirely to have three-fourths of the men she worked with every day to have seen her topless. She tightened the towel around herself, and started to storm past Danny for the shower.
“Whoa, whoa, Lindsay, slow down,” he replied, backing up to keep pace with her, “The floor’s kind of—” Before the word ‘slippery’ could escape his lips, Lindsay’s feet slid out from under her, and she pitched forward into him. He caught her, but their momentum on the wet floor caused his own feet to slide and the next thing both of them knew was his back was against the tiled wall, and Lindsay was on top of them.
They were both staring at each other again, the air in the room humid from the hot shower Danny had taken earlier, and they couldn’t think of anything to do but just stand their awkwardly, until Danny, again snapped out of it.
“I better let you go—” he began, pointing to the shower stall next to him, “—go, um—take—take your—”
“Yeah,” Lindsay replied, shaking her head clear of the fog she seemed to be in, “My shower.”
Danny disappeared into the locker room, and Lindsay brought her face to her palm, feeling her cheeks burn even more.
Oh. My. GOD.
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but i'm glad you liked it.
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(Anonymous) 2006-09-05 08:06 am (UTC)(link)no subject
thanks for reading!
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it took lots of practice, believe me. and a really ridiculous imagination.
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'you wouldn't get it.'
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-x-liv
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