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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-24 12:11 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-24 12:11 am
Danny/Maka - Oh What a Pickle
OK, Emily's new dynamic duo: Flack and Hawkes. From now on, if there is meddling to be done, it's the two of them. Don't ask me why.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Oh, What a Pickle
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
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25_foods Prompt: 008. Pickle
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: “Why do you order your burger with pickles, if you’re not going to eat them anyway?”
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Don Flack Jr. / Sheldon Hawkes / help. Direct follow-up to Broadway Dreams. Written because I had to. Oh, and in case you're wondering, Piscataway is a very large suburb in New Jersey a good few hours away from the city, and *cough emilylivesthere cough.*
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY.
Hawkes watched the man as he picked the pickles off his hamburger. “Flack?”
“Yes, Hawkes?”
“Why do you order your burger with pickles, if you’re not going to eat them anyway?”
Flack looked up at the other man, ask if he had just asked him the most amazingly difficult question in the world, “I do order it without the pickles. They put it on there anyway.”
“Oh,” Hawkes replied, and Flack’s eyes drifted back over the crowd to the two people standing in front of them. They were sitting on the courthouse steps, waiting for their turn to testify in court, and Maka and Danny were standing in front of the hot dog vendor, talking.
“We have got to help them, Hawkes,” Flack stated, from out of the blue, and Hawkes looked slightly confused before following the man’s gaze.
“Maka and Danny?” he said.
“I’m sick of those to making googly eyes at each other all the time,” he said, as he chewed on his hamburger, “They need to jump each other already and get it over with.”
Hawkes smirked and shook his head. “Well how do you propose we do that, Flack?” he began, cocking an eyebrow in the other man’s direction, “Lock them in a closet?”
Flack looked up at the man in surprise, and Hawkes knew he had said the wrong thing, “Oh, no.”
“I was just gonna get ‘em drunk,” Flack said, “But I’m likin your idea better.”
“I’m not helping you lock Maka and Danny in a closet, Flack,” Hawkes stated flatly.
“Fine,” Flack replied, stubbornly, “I’ll find someone else. But note that if this goes down favorably, you get no credit, and if you don’t, it all falls on you.”
Hawkes gave the man a look, but Flack didn’t even flinch. Taking a deep breath, he hung his head towards his food, “How are we going to do this?”
“Alright, here’s how it’s gonna work—” Flack began as he took another bite of his burger.
***
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Stella shook her head at Flack as they made their way down the hallway.
“I can’t believe you actually said yes,” Flack admitted, “You usually don’t like to meddle.”
“I see your point about those two, though,” she sighed, “I’m just sending her to the supply closet, right?”
“That’s all ya gotta do.”
“You better pray that Mac doesn’t hear about this,” Stella said before heading back into the lab. Flack gave her a smirk before making himself scarce. Stella busied herself with whatever evidence she was processing, before she spotted Maka coming up the hall. She quickly walked to the door and poked her head out, “Hey, Maka. Can you do me a favor?”
“What?” the woman asked.
“I’m kind of in the middle of something and I ran out of Luminol. Can you grab a bottle for me from the supply closet?”
“Yeah, no problem,” Maka replied, before pointing back to the door, “Right in there?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Stella replied, and she watched as Maka headed to the closet, and was putting her hand on the handle just as Danny was arriving.
“Messer,” she said, turning the knob.
“Kaile,” he replied with a smirk and she rolled her eyes. She held the door open, and he shook his head, “No, ladies first.” She smirked at that, before heading in. Danny was close behind her as the door started to shut, and quickly stuck one of the thinner boxes between the door and the doorjamb.
“Door sticks,” he explained, before both of them disappeared into the closet. Stella watched as Flack came out of hiding, whistling softly to himself, before his foot came down on the top corner of the box, flipping out from the door, and listening as the heavy door closed with a loud slam.
“Whoops,” he said flatly, “I hope no one was in there.” Stella only shook her head and laughed.
***
Danny heard the door close, and a look of horror crossed his face. “No,” he began, dashing back towards the door, “No, no, no, no, no.”
Maka gave him a concerned look, as she watched him reach down and pull on the doorknob. Then her eyes widened, “Don’t tell me we’re—”
“We’re locked in here,” Danny finished for her, giving up on the door, “And I have a sneaking suspicion we’ve been set up.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Hawkes has the worst poker face,” Danny replied, “And I can tell when Flack is scheming a mile a way.”
“So what do we do?” Maka asked.
“Wait for someone to come by, let us out.”
“Stella’s right there, maybe she—”
“Stella’s in on it,” Danny replied, “She’s not gonna let us out.” He pulled out his cell phone, thinking that maybe they could call someone, but he let out a laugh when he saw the display, “Of course, no signal.”
“You been set up before, Messer?” Maka smirked.
“Nah, I’ve just helped Flack do it,” Danny laughed, “He’s worse than your grandmother.”
“So what does he expect to happen while we’re locked in this closet?” she asked, moving closer to him.
“Probably something along the lines of me asking you to dinner, or closet sex, depending on your mood,” he said with a grin, and she rolled her eyes.
“So why don’t you just ask me, and get us out of here,” she said, hands on her hips. Danny shook his head, the smirk not leaving his face, and she frowned.
“You were the one who kissed me, if I remember correctly,” Danny sighed, “And it wasn’t even a very good one. I think you should be the one doing the asking.”
“Fine,” she said, not wanting to be stuck in the closet with him, any more that she wanted to ask the next question. Well, she wanted to, but she was hoping she didn’t have to. “Want to have dinner, Messer?”
“Maybe,” he replied.
“Maybe?” she raged, “You’ve been drooling over me for months, and I get a maybe?”
“I have some conditions.”
“Oh, Lord,” she groaned, “What now?”
“One, you have to call me Danny,” he said, “Not Messer. Two, you have to actually kiss me. I mean, really kiss me. Not that thin-lipped two second bullshit you pulled at the party.”
She took a deep breath as she walked over to him, before leaning in and pressing her lips to his. She felt his hands drift over her waist as the kiss deepened, and he pulled her in closer to him, his weight resting against the door behind him. When they finally broke for air, she looked at him softly, the cockiness gone from her voice.
“Have dinner with me, Danny?”
“I’d love to, Kaile.” She grinned and started to lean in to kiss him again when the door was suddenly pulled out from behind him, and they both tumbled to the ground, Maka on top of Danny. They both looked up to find Mac, Don, and Stella staring down at them.
“Oh,” Flack stated simply, “I guess there was someone in there.” When he saw on the look on Maka’s face, he gave them all a sheepish grin. “I think that I’m supposed to be interrogating a witness in umm—ermm—Piscataway. I better start—start driving.” Through that entire speech he had been slowly backing away from the group, and at the end he broke out into a full out run down the hallways of the crimelab.
Maka hopped back onto her feet and brushed herself off, before helping Danny to his feet. They then met Mac’s gaze, and shot them grins, identical to that of Flack.
“Stella, your Luminol,” Maka replied, handing Stella the bottle, and then walking off, Danny followed in suit, muttering something about Hawkes and a coffin, and a very confused Mac turned to Stella.
“What just happened?”
Stella laughed, before shaking her head, “Oh, Mac. The things that go on in your lab.”
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Oh, What a Pickle
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Danny Messer/Kaile Maka
25_foods Prompt: 008. PickleContent Warning: N/A
Summary: “Why do you order your burger with pickles, if you’re not going to eat them anyway?”
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Don Flack Jr. / Sheldon Hawkes / help. Direct follow-up to Broadway Dreams. Written because I had to. Oh, and in case you're wondering, Piscataway is a very large suburb in New Jersey a good few hours away from the city, and *cough emilylivesthere cough.*
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY.
Hawkes watched the man as he picked the pickles off his hamburger. “Flack?”
“Yes, Hawkes?”
“Why do you order your burger with pickles, if you’re not going to eat them anyway?”
Flack looked up at the other man, ask if he had just asked him the most amazingly difficult question in the world, “I do order it without the pickles. They put it on there anyway.”
“Oh,” Hawkes replied, and Flack’s eyes drifted back over the crowd to the two people standing in front of them. They were sitting on the courthouse steps, waiting for their turn to testify in court, and Maka and Danny were standing in front of the hot dog vendor, talking.
“We have got to help them, Hawkes,” Flack stated, from out of the blue, and Hawkes looked slightly confused before following the man’s gaze.
“Maka and Danny?” he said.
“I’m sick of those to making googly eyes at each other all the time,” he said, as he chewed on his hamburger, “They need to jump each other already and get it over with.”
Hawkes smirked and shook his head. “Well how do you propose we do that, Flack?” he began, cocking an eyebrow in the other man’s direction, “Lock them in a closet?”
Flack looked up at the man in surprise, and Hawkes knew he had said the wrong thing, “Oh, no.”
“I was just gonna get ‘em drunk,” Flack said, “But I’m likin your idea better.”
“I’m not helping you lock Maka and Danny in a closet, Flack,” Hawkes stated flatly.
“Fine,” Flack replied, stubbornly, “I’ll find someone else. But note that if this goes down favorably, you get no credit, and if you don’t, it all falls on you.”
Hawkes gave the man a look, but Flack didn’t even flinch. Taking a deep breath, he hung his head towards his food, “How are we going to do this?”
“Alright, here’s how it’s gonna work—” Flack began as he took another bite of his burger.
***
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Stella shook her head at Flack as they made their way down the hallway.
“I can’t believe you actually said yes,” Flack admitted, “You usually don’t like to meddle.”
“I see your point about those two, though,” she sighed, “I’m just sending her to the supply closet, right?”
“That’s all ya gotta do.”
“You better pray that Mac doesn’t hear about this,” Stella said before heading back into the lab. Flack gave her a smirk before making himself scarce. Stella busied herself with whatever evidence she was processing, before she spotted Maka coming up the hall. She quickly walked to the door and poked her head out, “Hey, Maka. Can you do me a favor?”
“What?” the woman asked.
“I’m kind of in the middle of something and I ran out of Luminol. Can you grab a bottle for me from the supply closet?”
“Yeah, no problem,” Maka replied, before pointing back to the door, “Right in there?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Stella replied, and she watched as Maka headed to the closet, and was putting her hand on the handle just as Danny was arriving.
“Messer,” she said, turning the knob.
“Kaile,” he replied with a smirk and she rolled her eyes. She held the door open, and he shook his head, “No, ladies first.” She smirked at that, before heading in. Danny was close behind her as the door started to shut, and quickly stuck one of the thinner boxes between the door and the doorjamb.
“Door sticks,” he explained, before both of them disappeared into the closet. Stella watched as Flack came out of hiding, whistling softly to himself, before his foot came down on the top corner of the box, flipping out from the door, and listening as the heavy door closed with a loud slam.
“Whoops,” he said flatly, “I hope no one was in there.” Stella only shook her head and laughed.
***
Danny heard the door close, and a look of horror crossed his face. “No,” he began, dashing back towards the door, “No, no, no, no, no.”
Maka gave him a concerned look, as she watched him reach down and pull on the doorknob. Then her eyes widened, “Don’t tell me we’re—”
“We’re locked in here,” Danny finished for her, giving up on the door, “And I have a sneaking suspicion we’ve been set up.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Hawkes has the worst poker face,” Danny replied, “And I can tell when Flack is scheming a mile a way.”
“So what do we do?” Maka asked.
“Wait for someone to come by, let us out.”
“Stella’s right there, maybe she—”
“Stella’s in on it,” Danny replied, “She’s not gonna let us out.” He pulled out his cell phone, thinking that maybe they could call someone, but he let out a laugh when he saw the display, “Of course, no signal.”
“You been set up before, Messer?” Maka smirked.
“Nah, I’ve just helped Flack do it,” Danny laughed, “He’s worse than your grandmother.”
“So what does he expect to happen while we’re locked in this closet?” she asked, moving closer to him.
“Probably something along the lines of me asking you to dinner, or closet sex, depending on your mood,” he said with a grin, and she rolled her eyes.
“So why don’t you just ask me, and get us out of here,” she said, hands on her hips. Danny shook his head, the smirk not leaving his face, and she frowned.
“You were the one who kissed me, if I remember correctly,” Danny sighed, “And it wasn’t even a very good one. I think you should be the one doing the asking.”
“Fine,” she said, not wanting to be stuck in the closet with him, any more that she wanted to ask the next question. Well, she wanted to, but she was hoping she didn’t have to. “Want to have dinner, Messer?”
“Maybe,” he replied.
“Maybe?” she raged, “You’ve been drooling over me for months, and I get a maybe?”
“I have some conditions.”
“Oh, Lord,” she groaned, “What now?”
“One, you have to call me Danny,” he said, “Not Messer. Two, you have to actually kiss me. I mean, really kiss me. Not that thin-lipped two second bullshit you pulled at the party.”
She took a deep breath as she walked over to him, before leaning in and pressing her lips to his. She felt his hands drift over her waist as the kiss deepened, and he pulled her in closer to him, his weight resting against the door behind him. When they finally broke for air, she looked at him softly, the cockiness gone from her voice.
“Have dinner with me, Danny?”
“I’d love to, Kaile.” She grinned and started to lean in to kiss him again when the door was suddenly pulled out from behind him, and they both tumbled to the ground, Maka on top of Danny. They both looked up to find Mac, Don, and Stella staring down at them.
“Oh,” Flack stated simply, “I guess there was someone in there.” When he saw on the look on Maka’s face, he gave them all a sheepish grin. “I think that I’m supposed to be interrogating a witness in umm—ermm—Piscataway. I better start—start driving.” Through that entire speech he had been slowly backing away from the group, and at the end he broke out into a full out run down the hallways of the crimelab.
Maka hopped back onto her feet and brushed herself off, before helping Danny to his feet. They then met Mac’s gaze, and shot them grins, identical to that of Flack.
“Stella, your Luminol,” Maka replied, handing Stella the bottle, and then walking off, Danny followed in suit, muttering something about Hawkes and a coffin, and a very confused Mac turned to Stella.
“What just happened?”
Stella laughed, before shaking her head, “Oh, Mac. The things that go on in your lab.”
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“Fine,” Flack replied, stubbornly, “I’ll find someone else. But note that if this goes down favorably, you get no credit, and if you don’t, it all falls on you.”
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“And I can tell when Flack is scheming a mile a way.” XD Priceless. I seriously love it, that line especially.
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you know we read each other's fic...we have long discussions...
do you mind if i friended you?
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