Danny/Amy| fic_cd_mix: Kingfish Fiasco- Loser
Title: Loser
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Fandom: CSI:NY
Claim: Danny Messer/Amy Fisher
fic_cd_mix Prompt: The Last Rule Of Steve- Kingfish Fiasco
Word Count: 509
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY, but I do own the people you don't recognize, so don't take them without permission please.
Author's Notes:I like it even more with Flack thrown in. Amy/Flack/Danny first meeting. yeahhhh!
Link to table: table
Hello, good-bye.
I'm following the hardest rule.
Of course Danny noticed her. You'd have to be blind and stupid not to notice her. She was smart, cute, snappy- like Kaile all over again. Of course he noticed her. First time he met her she was pointing her gun at him, and introducing herself as his next fantasy. He laughed at that. She was funny, and cute, something new.
"Woah, woah, waoh, woah," said Danny, sliding to a hault after turning a corner quite quickly to see his suspect groaning face down on the ground and standing over him was a petite girl with short brown hair pointing her gun at him. Danny took a step forward and aimed his own gun a little higher, listening to Flack slow to a stop behind him.
"What the hell is this?"
"This?" the girl asked, looking at Danny a bit condescendingly. "This is your newest wet dream, pal. Drop the gun."
"Look, kid, we're NYPD-"
"Really?" she was rude, Danny thought. Interrupting people, pointing guns at officers. He watched her sigh and lower her gun, pulling her badge out of her pocket at tossing it at Flack, who caught it. "Me too."
"Ya've gatta be kidding me," said Danny, lowering his own gun and looking at Flack for conformation. He was busy on his radio, but nodded at Danny.
"She's ligit, man. She's Mac's new guy."
You're the Vegas chick?"
"Technically, yes, but I went to school here. So no."
"Wait," interrupted Flack, holding out his arm and pointing the the suspect they'd been chasing. "You took him down?"
"He was blocking my door," she said, pointing behind her at the open door hanging open. "That's a fire hazard."
"What's your name?" asked Danny, putting his gun away completely and watching the girl do the same.
"Amy Fisher," she said, taking a step forward and holding out her hand for him to shake. He did and nodded.
"I'm Messer, Danny Messer."
"What are you? James Bond?"
"You don't actually have to prove yourself to her," said Flack with a groan, seriously not enjoying himself. "I think she get's it."
"I wanna prove myself to her."
"You're wasting time, man. She's got you doing whatever she wants and you're doing extra-"
"I'm not her bitch."
"I know that."
"Then stop making it sound like I am."
"Listen, Danny, I know Amy," said Flack , grabbing onto Danny's shoulder and holding him back from moving any further. "You don't have to do the things you would for other girls. She doesn't like that sort of thing."
"I can't make her feel pretty?"
"Not if it's gonna coast you three paychecks."
"You're a loser."
"No, you're a loser. She's gonna kick your ass when she finds out you're splurging for a ring-"
"I like her."
"She get's that's, Messer. I think she figured that out when you kinda messed up her wedding, if not before-"
"I'm getting her a ring."
"You and your commitment issues."
I hang out with the losers.
It's all in the worst way.
It's right in front of my face
- THE LAST RULE OF STEVE by Kingfish Fiasco
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Fandom: CSI:NY
Claim: Danny Messer/Amy Fisher
fic_cd_mix Prompt: The Last Rule Of Steve- Kingfish Fiasco
Word Count: 509
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY, but I do own the people you don't recognize, so don't take them without permission please.
Author's Notes:I like it even more with Flack thrown in. Amy/Flack/Danny first meeting. yeahhhh!
Link to table: table
Hello, good-bye.
I'm following the hardest rule.
Of course Danny noticed her. You'd have to be blind and stupid not to notice her. She was smart, cute, snappy- like Kaile all over again. Of course he noticed her. First time he met her she was pointing her gun at him, and introducing herself as his next fantasy. He laughed at that. She was funny, and cute, something new.
"Woah, woah, waoh, woah," said Danny, sliding to a hault after turning a corner quite quickly to see his suspect groaning face down on the ground and standing over him was a petite girl with short brown hair pointing her gun at him. Danny took a step forward and aimed his own gun a little higher, listening to Flack slow to a stop behind him.
"What the hell is this?"
"This?" the girl asked, looking at Danny a bit condescendingly. "This is your newest wet dream, pal. Drop the gun."
"Look, kid, we're NYPD-"
"Really?" she was rude, Danny thought. Interrupting people, pointing guns at officers. He watched her sigh and lower her gun, pulling her badge out of her pocket at tossing it at Flack, who caught it. "Me too."
"Ya've gatta be kidding me," said Danny, lowering his own gun and looking at Flack for conformation. He was busy on his radio, but nodded at Danny.
"She's ligit, man. She's Mac's new guy."
You're the Vegas chick?"
"Technically, yes, but I went to school here. So no."
"Wait," interrupted Flack, holding out his arm and pointing the the suspect they'd been chasing. "You took him down?"
"He was blocking my door," she said, pointing behind her at the open door hanging open. "That's a fire hazard."
"What's your name?" asked Danny, putting his gun away completely and watching the girl do the same.
"Amy Fisher," she said, taking a step forward and holding out her hand for him to shake. He did and nodded.
"I'm Messer, Danny Messer."
"What are you? James Bond?"
"You don't actually have to prove yourself to her," said Flack with a groan, seriously not enjoying himself. "I think she get's it."
"I wanna prove myself to her."
"You're wasting time, man. She's got you doing whatever she wants and you're doing extra-"
"I'm not her bitch."
"I know that."
"Then stop making it sound like I am."
"Listen, Danny, I know Amy," said Flack , grabbing onto Danny's shoulder and holding him back from moving any further. "You don't have to do the things you would for other girls. She doesn't like that sort of thing."
"I can't make her feel pretty?"
"Not if it's gonna coast you three paychecks."
"You're a loser."
"No, you're a loser. She's gonna kick your ass when she finds out you're splurging for a ring-"
"I like her."
"She get's that's, Messer. I think she figured that out when you kinda messed up her wedding, if not before-"
"I'm getting her a ring."
"You and your commitment issues."
I hang out with the losers.
It's all in the worst way.
It's right in front of my face
- THE LAST RULE OF STEVE by Kingfish Fiasco