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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-13 03:12 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-13 03:12 pm
Danny/Maka - Baby Sitters and Barbie Dolls
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Baby Sitters and Barbie Dolls
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRK
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
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25_foods Prompt: 023. Writer's Choice - Fish
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: "Are they trying to poison us?"
Author's Note: I decided to take a break from my epic and write something fun that doesn't have to follow a sequence of events. This is meant to be ridiculously cute. I hope it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. But I do own Danny and Maka's kids, as well as Mrs. Endelmeyer, so please don't steal them.
“Now, all three of you,” their mother had said, looking all three of their children in the eye, “Be good for Mrs. Endelmeyer. Remember that she is not your Uncle Don, and she is much older and can’t get around as easily as he can. Alright?”
Three sets of blue eyes blinked back up at her, and she sighed, before running a hand through her long hair, “I know not much of this is going to stick because, after all, you are your father’s children, but please—” She paused to kiss her oldest on the top of his head, “—be good—” She followed to the one in the middle, “—for me. Please.” She dropped one last kiss on the head of her baby, and was prepared to walk out of the room.
“Kaile, if we don’t leave now we’re gonna be late,” Danny’s voice echoed from the doorway of the apartment. As she disappeared from the doorway of the girls’ room, thirteen year-old Alex Messer, the oldest and only boy, slowly leaned his head down and whispered something in his baby sister’s ear. With that, the little girl let out a scream, rushed past her mother and attached herself to her father’s leg.
“Don’tgodon’tgodon’tgodon’tgo,” five year-old Gracie squealed tears coming to her eyes. Danny rolled his eyes, before detaching his daughter from his legs and pulling her up into his arms.
“Why not?” he asked as she threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder, “Why can’t me and your mom go out to dinner?”
“Because Alex says Mrs. Endelmeyer steals little girl’s Barbie dolls, chops them up in a blender, and eats them for dessert,” she sniffed, and Kaile let out an inward groan.
“Alex, stop scaring your sister!” Kaile’s voice echoed through the house, and Alex’s came right back to her.
“But, Ma, it’s fun!” he replied. The middle Messer, Mandy, was eleven, and was too old to fall for Alex’s pranks.
Danny shook his head and then turned to his little girl.
“That is not in any way true,” he sighed, “Your Barbies are perfectly safe.”
“Promise?” she said, the tears starting to dry on her cheeks.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to her temple before putting her down on the ground, “Feel better?”
“No,” she replied, running off to safeguard her Barbies from the baby-sitter.
“Don’t worry about them, Danny,” Mrs. Endelmeyer sighed, starting to edge both him and Kaile out of the apartment, “They’ll be fine. I’ll take good care of them. Enjoy the wedding.”
“We will,” Kaile replied before the door shut in front of them.
***
“Children! Dinner!” the baby-sitter’s voice echoed through the room, and the kids rushed to the table expecting their usual meal when their parents were out. But the smell that reached their noses was not one they were familiar with. “Sit down, sit down!” she said, and the three children apprehensively slid into their seats. As their plates were placed in front of them, they both stared down at it before Alex leaned in and whispered to Mandy.
“What is it?”
“I think it’s fish,” she whispered back. Gracie’s eyes went wide, and she also leaned into her sister.
“Is she trying to poison us?”
“I don’t think so,” Mandy replied, rolling her eyes. But she did know that if there was one thing her sister would not eat, it was fish. She slowly raised her eyes to Mrs. Endelmeyer, and gave the woman a smile, “Mrs. Endelmeyer, is there anything else to eat? Gracie doesn’t like fish.”
“What you mean, she doesn’t like fish?” Mrs. Endelmeyer replied, “She just needs to find the way she likes it.”
“She gets it from our dad,” Alex nodded, “No matter how it’s prepared, he won’t touch it.”
“Well, she should learn to at least eat it,” Mrs. Endelmeyer stated, “Fish is good for you. Good for your cholesterol.”
Gracie felt like she was ready to cry.
***
Don Flack pulled his buzzing cell phone out of his pocket and glanced down at the caller ID. He frowned, and excused himself from the woman he was talking to and walked towards a quieter end of the room. “Hello?”
“Uncle Don?” Gracie’s small voice echoed through the speaker to his ear.
“Gracie, sweetie, what’s the matter?”
“If you eat fish, will it kill you?” she asked.
“No, honey, it won’t kill you.”
“And what’s chomestormal?”
“What—cholesterol?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Chomestormal.”
“It’s—umm—well—it’s something very bad for you,” Don replied, trying to explain it to her when he didn’t know fully what it was himself.
“Then why do you want to eat fish if it’s good for your chomestormal?” she asked, honestly confused.
“No, see, when someone says that, it helps you not have too much chomestormal—I mean cholesterol,” Don replied, “Anything else Gracie?”
“Do baby-sitters really put your Barbies in a blender and eat them for dessert?”
“Did you ask your dad?”
“Yes. He said they don’t. But I don’t believe him, because Mommy says that she shouldn’t trust Daddy as far as she could throw him, and I can’t throw him at all.”
Don chuckled to himself before answering. This kid was too much, “No, Gracie, she’s not going to eat your Barbies for dessert.”
“I’m still gonna hide them anyway.”
“It’s a good idea. Better to be safe than sorry.”
“I thnk so too,” she replied, “Bye Uncle Don.”
“Bye Gracie.” He hung up the phone before heading back to the bar, and finding that the woman he had been talking to was gone. Looking disappointed, he muttered, “That kid is lucky she’s cute.”
***
Danny was dancing with Kaile her head resting against his chest and their bodies swaying in time together when she looked up at him, gave him a nudge. “Hey,” she frowned, “Stop worrying about our kids. They’re fine.”
“I know,” Danny replied, “It’s not them, it’s just—”
“It’s just what?” Kaile said as they stopped moving.
“We’ve never left Gracie home with anyone but Don before,” Danny sighed, “I’m worried about how she’s handling it.”
“She called him,” Kaile replied, “About an hour ago. And it turns out she listens to me more than she should.”
Danny gave her a look before pulling her back into him, so they could continue to dance, but Kaile pushing him back, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and handing it to him.
“Go call your daughter if it’ll make you feel better,” she replied, before walking away. He quickly flipped open the phone before ducking out into the lobby.
***
A half hour later, he was returning to the table after talking with Gracie. Mrs. Endelmeyer had found her under her bed, half-asleep protecting her stash of favorite dolls. He had talked with her for a little bit, and said good night, and he was feeling slightly more comfortable with having left them alone with someone they didn’t know as well.
“Gracie alright?” Don asked.
“Yeah, she’s fine,” Danny replied, “Sorry, she called you man.”
“It’s alright,” Don grinned, “Just next time, tell her not to call me unless it’s a real emergency.”
“I’ll do that,” Danny replied, before the plates of food were set down in front of them. Danny frowned when a familiar odor reached his nose. He looked down at the plate before leaning into his wife and whispering in her ear, “Are they trying to poison us?”
Kaile shot him a look before shaking her head, “I swear to God, sometimes you’re worse than your daughter—”
Title: Baby Sitters and Barbie Dolls
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRK
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
25_foods Prompt: 023. Writer's Choice - FishContent Warning: N/A
Summary: "Are they trying to poison us?"
Author's Note: I decided to take a break from my epic and write something fun that doesn't have to follow a sequence of events. This is meant to be ridiculously cute. I hope it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. But I do own Danny and Maka's kids, as well as Mrs. Endelmeyer, so please don't steal them.
“Now, all three of you,” their mother had said, looking all three of their children in the eye, “Be good for Mrs. Endelmeyer. Remember that she is not your Uncle Don, and she is much older and can’t get around as easily as he can. Alright?”
Three sets of blue eyes blinked back up at her, and she sighed, before running a hand through her long hair, “I know not much of this is going to stick because, after all, you are your father’s children, but please—” She paused to kiss her oldest on the top of his head, “—be good—” She followed to the one in the middle, “—for me. Please.” She dropped one last kiss on the head of her baby, and was prepared to walk out of the room.
“Kaile, if we don’t leave now we’re gonna be late,” Danny’s voice echoed from the doorway of the apartment. As she disappeared from the doorway of the girls’ room, thirteen year-old Alex Messer, the oldest and only boy, slowly leaned his head down and whispered something in his baby sister’s ear. With that, the little girl let out a scream, rushed past her mother and attached herself to her father’s leg.
“Don’tgodon’tgodon’tgodon’tgo,” five year-old Gracie squealed tears coming to her eyes. Danny rolled his eyes, before detaching his daughter from his legs and pulling her up into his arms.
“Why not?” he asked as she threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder, “Why can’t me and your mom go out to dinner?”
“Because Alex says Mrs. Endelmeyer steals little girl’s Barbie dolls, chops them up in a blender, and eats them for dessert,” she sniffed, and Kaile let out an inward groan.
“Alex, stop scaring your sister!” Kaile’s voice echoed through the house, and Alex’s came right back to her.
“But, Ma, it’s fun!” he replied. The middle Messer, Mandy, was eleven, and was too old to fall for Alex’s pranks.
Danny shook his head and then turned to his little girl.
“That is not in any way true,” he sighed, “Your Barbies are perfectly safe.”
“Promise?” she said, the tears starting to dry on her cheeks.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to her temple before putting her down on the ground, “Feel better?”
“No,” she replied, running off to safeguard her Barbies from the baby-sitter.
“Don’t worry about them, Danny,” Mrs. Endelmeyer sighed, starting to edge both him and Kaile out of the apartment, “They’ll be fine. I’ll take good care of them. Enjoy the wedding.”
“We will,” Kaile replied before the door shut in front of them.
***
“Children! Dinner!” the baby-sitter’s voice echoed through the room, and the kids rushed to the table expecting their usual meal when their parents were out. But the smell that reached their noses was not one they were familiar with. “Sit down, sit down!” she said, and the three children apprehensively slid into their seats. As their plates were placed in front of them, they both stared down at it before Alex leaned in and whispered to Mandy.
“What is it?”
“I think it’s fish,” she whispered back. Gracie’s eyes went wide, and she also leaned into her sister.
“Is she trying to poison us?”
“I don’t think so,” Mandy replied, rolling her eyes. But she did know that if there was one thing her sister would not eat, it was fish. She slowly raised her eyes to Mrs. Endelmeyer, and gave the woman a smile, “Mrs. Endelmeyer, is there anything else to eat? Gracie doesn’t like fish.”
“What you mean, she doesn’t like fish?” Mrs. Endelmeyer replied, “She just needs to find the way she likes it.”
“She gets it from our dad,” Alex nodded, “No matter how it’s prepared, he won’t touch it.”
“Well, she should learn to at least eat it,” Mrs. Endelmeyer stated, “Fish is good for you. Good for your cholesterol.”
Gracie felt like she was ready to cry.
***
Don Flack pulled his buzzing cell phone out of his pocket and glanced down at the caller ID. He frowned, and excused himself from the woman he was talking to and walked towards a quieter end of the room. “Hello?”
“Uncle Don?” Gracie’s small voice echoed through the speaker to his ear.
“Gracie, sweetie, what’s the matter?”
“If you eat fish, will it kill you?” she asked.
“No, honey, it won’t kill you.”
“And what’s chomestormal?”
“What—cholesterol?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Chomestormal.”
“It’s—umm—well—it’s something very bad for you,” Don replied, trying to explain it to her when he didn’t know fully what it was himself.
“Then why do you want to eat fish if it’s good for your chomestormal?” she asked, honestly confused.
“No, see, when someone says that, it helps you not have too much chomestormal—I mean cholesterol,” Don replied, “Anything else Gracie?”
“Do baby-sitters really put your Barbies in a blender and eat them for dessert?”
“Did you ask your dad?”
“Yes. He said they don’t. But I don’t believe him, because Mommy says that she shouldn’t trust Daddy as far as she could throw him, and I can’t throw him at all.”
Don chuckled to himself before answering. This kid was too much, “No, Gracie, she’s not going to eat your Barbies for dessert.”
“I’m still gonna hide them anyway.”
“It’s a good idea. Better to be safe than sorry.”
“I thnk so too,” she replied, “Bye Uncle Don.”
“Bye Gracie.” He hung up the phone before heading back to the bar, and finding that the woman he had been talking to was gone. Looking disappointed, he muttered, “That kid is lucky she’s cute.”
***
Danny was dancing with Kaile her head resting against his chest and their bodies swaying in time together when she looked up at him, gave him a nudge. “Hey,” she frowned, “Stop worrying about our kids. They’re fine.”
“I know,” Danny replied, “It’s not them, it’s just—”
“It’s just what?” Kaile said as they stopped moving.
“We’ve never left Gracie home with anyone but Don before,” Danny sighed, “I’m worried about how she’s handling it.”
“She called him,” Kaile replied, “About an hour ago. And it turns out she listens to me more than she should.”
Danny gave her a look before pulling her back into him, so they could continue to dance, but Kaile pushing him back, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and handing it to him.
“Go call your daughter if it’ll make you feel better,” she replied, before walking away. He quickly flipped open the phone before ducking out into the lobby.
***
A half hour later, he was returning to the table after talking with Gracie. Mrs. Endelmeyer had found her under her bed, half-asleep protecting her stash of favorite dolls. He had talked with her for a little bit, and said good night, and he was feeling slightly more comfortable with having left them alone with someone they didn’t know as well.
“Gracie alright?” Don asked.
“Yeah, she’s fine,” Danny replied, “Sorry, she called you man.”
“It’s alright,” Don grinned, “Just next time, tell her not to call me unless it’s a real emergency.”
“I’ll do that,” Danny replied, before the plates of food were set down in front of them. Danny frowned when a familiar odor reached his nose. He looked down at the plate before leaning into his wife and whispering in her ear, “Are they trying to poison us?”
Kaile shot him a look before shaking her head, “I swear to God, sometimes you’re worse than your daughter—”
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