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Five Loves of Danny Messer
Fandom: CSI:NY with crossovers with CSI and CSI: Miami.
Title: Five Loves of Danny Messer
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer/various pairings
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five pairings that could happen.
Author's Note: Written fordarkmagic_luvr in response to the Five Pairings Meme. True, she got one already, but she asked for Danny, and who am I to refuse a request for Danny. Especially when Tripp comes in and defends his girl decides he wants his say.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, CSI: Miami, or CSI:NY. They are owned by CBS.
Lindsay Monroe
Danny’s eyes were wide, and his jaw dropped, and he just stared at what had appeared in front of him. “What—did you do—to my kitchen?”
“Umm—” Lindsay paused, trying to find a way that was least likely to end in him yelling at her, “—I was trying to make breakfast—and the pancake batter—it kind of—well—it exploded—”
There was white gunk everywhere, all over the counter, the stove, the walls. Danny didn’t want to look up, because he was pretty sure that there would probably be some on the ceiling as well, and in the middle of it all was Lindsay, wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts, white gunk splattered in her hair, and an apologetic look on her face. He couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face and he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“It exploded?” he said, and she started laughing at the smile on his face, the slight fear in her eyes relaxing away.
“Yeah,” she nodded, “Not sure how, but exploding is definitely the word for it.” He moved over to her and pulled her into a quick kiss. Tasting the batter on her lips, he smiled.
“Blueberry?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Your favorite.”
“Nice,” he nodded, but before she could kiss him again, he glanced around his kitchen. “We should probably clean this up.”
“We probably should,” she nodded, before turning him around and pulling him away, “But I think I need a shower first.”
***
Kaile Maka
“You have any cereal?” she asked him as she walked into the kitchen, and he looked up from the pan he was working on, and gave her a look.
“I’m standin’ here, makin’ bacon and eggs, and you want cereal?” he frowned, and she gave him a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I appreciate it, but you’re spoilin’ me here,” she sighed, “I need something a little different today.”
“Third cabinet on the right,” he said, and she gave him a look as she surveyed his cereal collection.
“C’mon Messer, you’re killing me here,” she sighed, “Where’s the sugar?”
“They’re too damn sweet,” he replied, making a face, “Makes me sick. Besides, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to eat chocolate for breakfast?”
“Maybe,” she sighed, pulling out the sweetest one she could find, before walking over to the island and sitting at the counter, “Doesn’t mean I listened.”
“Well maybe you should have,” Danny replied, “Might have been a little healthier for you in the long run.”
“What can I say, Danny?” she said with a smirk as she wandered over his kitchen, getting the various things she needed, “I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth.”
***
Calleigh Duquesne
Danny looked up as Tripp came into the lab, and gave him a friendly smile, even though the look on the man’s face said he reason for being there wasn’t a friendly matter. “Detective Tripp.”
“Detective Messer,” Tripp replied, eyeing him slightly.
“What can I do for ya?”
“I was talking to a colleague of yours from New York,” he began, walking over to stand next to the younger man, “A Detective Maka.”
Danny froze slightly. He was a dead man. “What—what did Maka tell you?”
“She informed me that you had quite the reputation up in New York,” Frank replied.
“Well—sir—that was in my younger days,” Danny nodded, conjuring up the most confident smile he could, “Back when I was—well—not looking to settle down. I’ve gotten past that now.”
“That’s good to hear,” Tripp nodded, “But I still need to take the necessary precautions.”
“Really?” Danny said, “And—and what would those be?”
“Now, Calleigh is a grown woman, and capable of making her own decisions, and I respect that,” the older man sighed, “But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t trust you for about as far as I can throw you.”
“You don’t?”
“Nope,” Tripp replied, before clapping the man on the back, “And just know that if you hurt her, Delko and I know where the gators hide out. And gators don’t leave much in the ways of remains. ¿Comprende?”
Danny just nodded, and Frank gave him a nod before making his way out of the lab. Once he was gone, Danny gritted his teeth and went back to work, “I’m gonna kill Maka—”
***
Sofia Curtis
Sofia looked up from the book she was reading when she saw the lights flicker in the apartment. She walked over to where Danny was standing in the kitchen, chopping something for the food he was supposed to be making them. He saw her coming, and held up his hand.
“What have I said about being in here while I’m cooking?” he asked, giving her a look.
“Did you see that?”
“See what?” he frowned.
“The lights flickered,” she sighed.
“Oh, that,” he shrugged.
“Don’t you think we should find some candles or flashlights or something in case the power goes out?”
“The power’s not gonna go out.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, the lights do that all the time.”
“They flicker like that all the time?”
“Yeah,” he said, looking up, “You don’t trust me? I’ve been living here a while now, and I can almost guarantee the fact that—”
He was cut off as the apartment was plunged into pitch black, and he sighed heavily.
“—maybe we should find those flashlights and candles—”
***
Aiden Burn
Aiden found him staring out the back window of his apartment, just looking, not really picking a focus or anything. He tended to do that, and she usually didn’t stop him, but it was also usually at a decent hour when he was doing it.
“Danny?”
No response. His focus was completely on the window in front of him, and she knew it was going to take more than that to break it.
“Danny? Everything alright?”
“Wha?” he said, turning slightly to look at her, “Yeah—yeah, I’m fine.”
“It’s three in the morning,” she sighed, stepping out of the doorway and moving towards him, “What are you doin’ out here?”
“Just thinking.”
“Well, could you ‘just think’ a little later?” she smirked, “It’s late.”
He shrugged, “I’ve always been more of a night owl.”
“Yeah, well, not getting any sleep isn’t exactly healthy,” she sighed, offering her hand to him, “C’mon. Come back to bed.”
He turned to her, watching the smile on her face, and the light in her eyes. “I miss you.”
“What’s to miss, Danny?” she asked as he started to move towards her, “I’m right here.” He went to take her hand, and watched as his fingers slipped right through hers, as though he was pawing air.
“No you’re not.”
Title: Five Loves of Danny Messer
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer/various pairings
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five pairings that could happen.
Author's Note: Written for
darkmagic_luvr in response to the Five Pairings Meme. True, she got one already, but she asked for Danny, and who am I to refuse a request for Danny. Especially when Tripp comes in and Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI, CSI: Miami, or CSI:NY. They are owned by CBS.
Lindsay Monroe
Danny’s eyes were wide, and his jaw dropped, and he just stared at what had appeared in front of him. “What—did you do—to my kitchen?”
“Umm—” Lindsay paused, trying to find a way that was least likely to end in him yelling at her, “—I was trying to make breakfast—and the pancake batter—it kind of—well—it exploded—”
There was white gunk everywhere, all over the counter, the stove, the walls. Danny didn’t want to look up, because he was pretty sure that there would probably be some on the ceiling as well, and in the middle of it all was Lindsay, wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts, white gunk splattered in her hair, and an apologetic look on her face. He couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face and he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“It exploded?” he said, and she started laughing at the smile on his face, the slight fear in her eyes relaxing away.
“Yeah,” she nodded, “Not sure how, but exploding is definitely the word for it.” He moved over to her and pulled her into a quick kiss. Tasting the batter on her lips, he smiled.
“Blueberry?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Your favorite.”
“Nice,” he nodded, but before she could kiss him again, he glanced around his kitchen. “We should probably clean this up.”
“We probably should,” she nodded, before turning him around and pulling him away, “But I think I need a shower first.”
***
Kaile Maka
“You have any cereal?” she asked him as she walked into the kitchen, and he looked up from the pan he was working on, and gave her a look.
“I’m standin’ here, makin’ bacon and eggs, and you want cereal?” he frowned, and she gave him a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I appreciate it, but you’re spoilin’ me here,” she sighed, “I need something a little different today.”
“Third cabinet on the right,” he said, and she gave him a look as she surveyed his cereal collection.
“C’mon Messer, you’re killing me here,” she sighed, “Where’s the sugar?”
“They’re too damn sweet,” he replied, making a face, “Makes me sick. Besides, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to eat chocolate for breakfast?”
“Maybe,” she sighed, pulling out the sweetest one she could find, before walking over to the island and sitting at the counter, “Doesn’t mean I listened.”
“Well maybe you should have,” Danny replied, “Might have been a little healthier for you in the long run.”
“What can I say, Danny?” she said with a smirk as she wandered over his kitchen, getting the various things she needed, “I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth.”
***
Calleigh Duquesne
Danny looked up as Tripp came into the lab, and gave him a friendly smile, even though the look on the man’s face said he reason for being there wasn’t a friendly matter. “Detective Tripp.”
“Detective Messer,” Tripp replied, eyeing him slightly.
“What can I do for ya?”
“I was talking to a colleague of yours from New York,” he began, walking over to stand next to the younger man, “A Detective Maka.”
Danny froze slightly. He was a dead man. “What—what did Maka tell you?”
“She informed me that you had quite the reputation up in New York,” Frank replied.
“Well—sir—that was in my younger days,” Danny nodded, conjuring up the most confident smile he could, “Back when I was—well—not looking to settle down. I’ve gotten past that now.”
“That’s good to hear,” Tripp nodded, “But I still need to take the necessary precautions.”
“Really?” Danny said, “And—and what would those be?”
“Now, Calleigh is a grown woman, and capable of making her own decisions, and I respect that,” the older man sighed, “But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t trust you for about as far as I can throw you.”
“You don’t?”
“Nope,” Tripp replied, before clapping the man on the back, “And just know that if you hurt her, Delko and I know where the gators hide out. And gators don’t leave much in the ways of remains. ¿Comprende?”
Danny just nodded, and Frank gave him a nod before making his way out of the lab. Once he was gone, Danny gritted his teeth and went back to work, “I’m gonna kill Maka—”
***
Sofia Curtis
Sofia looked up from the book she was reading when she saw the lights flicker in the apartment. She walked over to where Danny was standing in the kitchen, chopping something for the food he was supposed to be making them. He saw her coming, and held up his hand.
“What have I said about being in here while I’m cooking?” he asked, giving her a look.
“Did you see that?”
“See what?” he frowned.
“The lights flickered,” she sighed.
“Oh, that,” he shrugged.
“Don’t you think we should find some candles or flashlights or something in case the power goes out?”
“The power’s not gonna go out.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, the lights do that all the time.”
“They flicker like that all the time?”
“Yeah,” he said, looking up, “You don’t trust me? I’ve been living here a while now, and I can almost guarantee the fact that—”
He was cut off as the apartment was plunged into pitch black, and he sighed heavily.
“—maybe we should find those flashlights and candles—”
***
Aiden Burn
Aiden found him staring out the back window of his apartment, just looking, not really picking a focus or anything. He tended to do that, and she usually didn’t stop him, but it was also usually at a decent hour when he was doing it.
“Danny?”
No response. His focus was completely on the window in front of him, and she knew it was going to take more than that to break it.
“Danny? Everything alright?”
“Wha?” he said, turning slightly to look at her, “Yeah—yeah, I’m fine.”
“It’s three in the morning,” she sighed, stepping out of the doorway and moving towards him, “What are you doin’ out here?”
“Just thinking.”
“Well, could you ‘just think’ a little later?” she smirked, “It’s late.”
He shrugged, “I’ve always been more of a night owl.”
“Yeah, well, not getting any sleep isn’t exactly healthy,” she sighed, offering her hand to him, “C’mon. Come back to bed.”
He turned to her, watching the smile on her face, and the light in her eyes. “I miss you.”
“What’s to miss, Danny?” she asked as he started to move towards her, “I’m right here.” He went to take her hand, and watched as his fingers slipped right through hers, as though he was pawing air.
“No you’re not.”