Trust Me, You Look Like Shit
Title: Trust Me, You Look Like Shit
Author/Artist: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing: Danny Messer/Amy Fisher
Fandom: CSI:NY
30_kisses Theme: #1. Look Over Here
Disclaimer: I own anyone you don’t recognize, so don’t take them without permission.
Author's Note: I've wanted to write this for awhile. There are general spoilers for 'Snow Day' but none of the canon things went on, like Lindsay and Danny.
Danny looked up as Lindsay called his name, relieve beyond beliefe that he was saved, and Adam was saved.
That was more important than anything, that he got out alive. Danny let Lindsay help him out of the truck when someone else called his name. He looked up just in time to see Amy running towards him with both Don and Casanov behind her.
Lindsay backed off a bit as Amy wrapped her arm around Danny's waist, getting a good look at his face and reaching up to wipe the blood off his chin.
"Oh, god, Danny," she whispred, giving him a once over. "Fuck. Damn it what did they do to you?"
"I'm fine," said Danny hoarsly.
"You don't look fine," said Don, shaking his head at Danny's condition, turning and waving at EMT to check him out.
"I'll take care of him," said Amy quietly, looking over at Lindsay who nodded and stepped back completely, letting Amy lead Danny over to a table where EMT was setting up. She set him onto an overturned box carefully, a took a step back, bending down until she was eye level with him and cupping his face in her hands.
"God, you look aweful."
"And you looked just radiant with a bullet through your stomach," mumbled Danny, leaning forward into her hands. Amy chuckled and dropped her head.
"I'm gonna let that go, 'cause it doesn't take away from you looking like shit."
"Thanks."
"Seriously. You look like ground beef."
"Thank you, Fisher," said Danny chuckling and wincing as he did so. Amy noticed and the grin on her face slid off.
"Why do you get yourself beat up all the time, Messer?"
"'Cause you seem to like taking care of me."
"Hey, Messer," Danny and Amy looked around as Casanov walked up to them in a hurry, nodding in the direction of the truk they had been stashed in. "You better haul ass and get outta here before they start trying to get your statement."
"Thought that was your job, Casanova," said Amy, letting her hands drop from Danny's face to his shoulder. Casanov smirked and shrugged casually at the stab.
"Thought you might appriciate not listening to an Irish woman question you about the Irish men who held you and Ross hostage."
"Yeah, sahe wouldn't do much good to anyone right now," mutted Danny. "Which is unfortunate, 'cause she kicks ass at interogating."
"Then let's get you looked at properly," said Amy, nodding her thanks to Casanov and turning back to Danny. "You up for it?"
"You're comming with me, right?" asked Danny, grabbing her hand as she pulled away from him momentarily. Amy nodded and took a step back to shout over to someone with a gurny.
"I'm not gonna leave you, Danny," said Amy softly, brushing back the hair on Danny's forehead. "Okay?"
"Okay."
Author/Artist: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing: Danny Messer/Amy Fisher
Fandom: CSI:NY
30_kisses Theme: #1. Look Over Here
Disclaimer: I own anyone you don’t recognize, so don’t take them without permission.
Author's Note: I've wanted to write this for awhile. There are general spoilers for 'Snow Day' but none of the canon things went on, like Lindsay and Danny.
Danny looked up as Lindsay called his name, relieve beyond beliefe that he was saved, and Adam was saved.
That was more important than anything, that he got out alive. Danny let Lindsay help him out of the truck when someone else called his name. He looked up just in time to see Amy running towards him with both Don and Casanov behind her.
Lindsay backed off a bit as Amy wrapped her arm around Danny's waist, getting a good look at his face and reaching up to wipe the blood off his chin.
"Oh, god, Danny," she whispred, giving him a once over. "Fuck. Damn it what did they do to you?"
"I'm fine," said Danny hoarsly.
"You don't look fine," said Don, shaking his head at Danny's condition, turning and waving at EMT to check him out.
"I'll take care of him," said Amy quietly, looking over at Lindsay who nodded and stepped back completely, letting Amy lead Danny over to a table where EMT was setting up. She set him onto an overturned box carefully, a took a step back, bending down until she was eye level with him and cupping his face in her hands.
"God, you look aweful."
"And you looked just radiant with a bullet through your stomach," mumbled Danny, leaning forward into her hands. Amy chuckled and dropped her head.
"I'm gonna let that go, 'cause it doesn't take away from you looking like shit."
"Thanks."
"Seriously. You look like ground beef."
"Thank you, Fisher," said Danny chuckling and wincing as he did so. Amy noticed and the grin on her face slid off.
"Why do you get yourself beat up all the time, Messer?"
"'Cause you seem to like taking care of me."
"Hey, Messer," Danny and Amy looked around as Casanov walked up to them in a hurry, nodding in the direction of the truk they had been stashed in. "You better haul ass and get outta here before they start trying to get your statement."
"Thought that was your job, Casanova," said Amy, letting her hands drop from Danny's face to his shoulder. Casanov smirked and shrugged casually at the stab.
"Thought you might appriciate not listening to an Irish woman question you about the Irish men who held you and Ross hostage."
"Yeah, sahe wouldn't do much good to anyone right now," mutted Danny. "Which is unfortunate, 'cause she kicks ass at interogating."
"Then let's get you looked at properly," said Amy, nodding her thanks to Casanov and turning back to Danny. "You up for it?"
"You're comming with me, right?" asked Danny, grabbing her hand as she pulled away from him momentarily. Amy nodded and took a step back to shout over to someone with a gurny.
"I'm not gonna leave you, Danny," said Amy softly, brushing back the hair on Danny's forehead. "Okay?"
"Okay."