CSI:NY (Flack/Lindsay); Prompt #28: Free Association
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Running Out of Turbo
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe; Danny Messer
Prompt: #28, Free Association
Word Count: 1, 313
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Language, allusions to sex.
Disclaimer: The names of all characters contained herein are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS and Alliance Atlantis. No infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.
A/N: I think Don/Lindsay/Danny is my favorite threesome. Crossposted; csi_ny_fic and flack_monroe, written for psych_30.
You know it’s over when Lindsay packs her bags and leaves. It’s been over for a couple of months and you still can’t bring yourself to accept it because it’s fucking Lindsay and you fucking love her. She always said that she loved you and you believed her because that’s the way it was. She’d hold you and you’d hold her back, it was companionship and you can’t even remember the last time you told her that you love her. Despite all of that you can remember the last breath she took right in front of you and even then, even when she picked up her bags to leave, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask her to stay.
Danny takes you out a couple times to try and make it better, he takes you drinking and to the Yankees games and it’s alright, it’s okay. But it’s Danny and you know something’s up when he asks if you’re over Lindsay. Because he’s Danny, and because he’s your best friend and he should fucking know better. Hell, you bought a ring a month into your relationship with the girl from Montana even though the relationship was so new you didn’t even know if she preferred tea to coffee.
So he asks you if you’re over Lindsay and you just walk away. Something’s wrong with Danny and there’s something in his eyes that you just can’t place, a look that’s not quite Danny somehow.
Later that night you go into Danny’s apartment because he gave you keys years ago when you first became friends-“Just in case, man. I’ll always be there, ya know?”-and you figure that maybe Danny’s out because all the lights are off. Usually he stays up until midnight because he just can’t sleep, you know it’s because he has nightmares about the bodies they find but Danny would never say so. You go into the kitchen and what the fuck is that? You stop reaching for the glass of water that’s on the counter and you hear it. The fuck and the oh yeah and the god Danny and the yeah Lindsay.
You can’t really believe it. This is Danny (your best friend, oh god that son of bitch, it hurts so bad) and Lindsay. Lindsay. She was your girlfriend and you would’ve made her your wife and now she’s screwing Danny. That’s when you puke outside the window and you leave the apartment because you hear the bedroom door open. No matter how hard it would be to face Lindsay-you could do that, you really could-you just couldn’t face Danny.
You leave the keys on the counter, though. Some part of you wants him to know you were there, wants Danny to know that you know.
You remember the first time you met Danny and it was four years ago. He was a year out of the academy and Mac was gonna ask him on the team, your dad was talkin’ about it and you remember thinking, the kid’s mob. But you know now that it’s not true and you can swear that Danny’s as clean as the driven snow. He’s not that bad, really, he has his secrets but you know most of them the same way he knows yours and that makes it worse. What a son of a bitch, he’s sleeping with Lindsay and oh god, how long has this been going on?
When Lindsay asks to meet you later in the week you want to cry (and nearly do, almost) because you know that she knows you know, because Danny probably told her. That’s why Danny hasn’t talked to you, even on cases. Stella’s a go-between and she’s the only one that knows about the ring. She helped you pick it out, down at Tiffany’s and when she swore in Greek you found it attractive. You think you might like to ask her on a date, if only you weren’t desperately in love with Lindsay and so fucking angry at Danny.
If only your life wasn’t spinning so out of control.
Part of you tries to rationalize this whole situation. Maybe it was mistake, maybe she didn’t really mean to have sex with Danny and say “Oh god, Danny, touch me there, please that’s so good.” Maybe Danny was drunk and he really didn’t mean to ask if you were over her, because he knows you aren’t and probably never will be. But inside you know that they both meant it and that when Danny said “I want you now, I want to be inside you” he meant that too.
Last time around Christmas it was you and Lindsay and you opened presents. She had a present that she held secretively and she wouldn’t show you, she held it like it was something special. You remember reading Peter Pan in high school and reading something about a ‘hidden kiss’ or something like that. That present and her smile reminded you of that book and that hidden kiss.
Part of you thinks that it might have been from Danny (knows it’s from Danny, if you’re honest with yourself) and the rest of you is trying to forget.
C’mon, you say to yourself. This has got to get better sometime. This is betrayal and someday I’ll have to do something about it. Someday she’ll come back to me (never, more likely, she’s going going gone) and Danny will ask for forgiveness.
That’s a load of shit but it’s something you can delude yourself with. You try to imagine a world without Danny in it. A world without your best friend. And it’s something you really can’t imagine because these last few years have been all Danny and he’s always been there. And when you try to imagine a world without Lindsay, you don’t. You just don’t want to think about it. You’re still in love with her, always will be, and you just don’t want to think about a world in which you’d be there but she wouldn’t.
So when you do meet Lindsay you sit there and say nothing as she explains calmly that she and Danny are seeing each other (fuck yeah, more than seeing each other, I heard you two) and that you’d better accept it because nothing’s going to change. The world doesn’t stop just because you want it to, Don, she says. You had your chance, Lindsay says, repeating the words she said the day she left.
You get up and leave and part of you wishes that she’d get up and come after you. Wishes that when she did she’d pull you in by your tie and kiss you so deeply that it would feel like you’re drowning. Wishes that after you parted she’d say something like, I’m so sorry baby it was all a mistake I want you back.
But you know that’s never going to happen so you just go home and drink a beer, think about the job and get ready for another day. Lindsay’s gone and yeah, that fucking hurts. Danny’s gone and that hurts more because you thought he’d be there forever. He was your best friend. You remember dreaming when you were a kid that you’d be an astronaut; you’d fly up to space with an Apollo crew and land on the moon. But you knew that wouldn’t happen because being a cop is in your blood and that’s all your future held.
You also remember dreaming that Lindsay and you would have a future. That Danny and Aiden would work out because they both deserved it, they deserved it more than anyone you know. And then, not so long ago, you remember yourself hoping that hearing Danny and Lindsay in his apartment was all a dream because it hurt so much to even think of it being real.
Dreams are for kids.
Title: Running Out of Turbo
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe; Danny Messer
Prompt: #28, Free Association
Word Count: 1, 313
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Language, allusions to sex.
Disclaimer: The names of all characters contained herein are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS and Alliance Atlantis. No infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.
A/N: I think Don/Lindsay/Danny is my favorite threesome. Crossposted; csi_ny_fic and flack_monroe, written for psych_30.
You know it’s over when Lindsay packs her bags and leaves. It’s been over for a couple of months and you still can’t bring yourself to accept it because it’s fucking Lindsay and you fucking love her. She always said that she loved you and you believed her because that’s the way it was. She’d hold you and you’d hold her back, it was companionship and you can’t even remember the last time you told her that you love her. Despite all of that you can remember the last breath she took right in front of you and even then, even when she picked up her bags to leave, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask her to stay.
Danny takes you out a couple times to try and make it better, he takes you drinking and to the Yankees games and it’s alright, it’s okay. But it’s Danny and you know something’s up when he asks if you’re over Lindsay. Because he’s Danny, and because he’s your best friend and he should fucking know better. Hell, you bought a ring a month into your relationship with the girl from Montana even though the relationship was so new you didn’t even know if she preferred tea to coffee.
So he asks you if you’re over Lindsay and you just walk away. Something’s wrong with Danny and there’s something in his eyes that you just can’t place, a look that’s not quite Danny somehow.
Later that night you go into Danny’s apartment because he gave you keys years ago when you first became friends-“Just in case, man. I’ll always be there, ya know?”-and you figure that maybe Danny’s out because all the lights are off. Usually he stays up until midnight because he just can’t sleep, you know it’s because he has nightmares about the bodies they find but Danny would never say so. You go into the kitchen and what the fuck is that? You stop reaching for the glass of water that’s on the counter and you hear it. The fuck and the oh yeah and the god Danny and the yeah Lindsay.
You can’t really believe it. This is Danny (your best friend, oh god that son of bitch, it hurts so bad) and Lindsay. Lindsay. She was your girlfriend and you would’ve made her your wife and now she’s screwing Danny. That’s when you puke outside the window and you leave the apartment because you hear the bedroom door open. No matter how hard it would be to face Lindsay-you could do that, you really could-you just couldn’t face Danny.
You leave the keys on the counter, though. Some part of you wants him to know you were there, wants Danny to know that you know.
You remember the first time you met Danny and it was four years ago. He was a year out of the academy and Mac was gonna ask him on the team, your dad was talkin’ about it and you remember thinking, the kid’s mob. But you know now that it’s not true and you can swear that Danny’s as clean as the driven snow. He’s not that bad, really, he has his secrets but you know most of them the same way he knows yours and that makes it worse. What a son of a bitch, he’s sleeping with Lindsay and oh god, how long has this been going on?
When Lindsay asks to meet you later in the week you want to cry (and nearly do, almost) because you know that she knows you know, because Danny probably told her. That’s why Danny hasn’t talked to you, even on cases. Stella’s a go-between and she’s the only one that knows about the ring. She helped you pick it out, down at Tiffany’s and when she swore in Greek you found it attractive. You think you might like to ask her on a date, if only you weren’t desperately in love with Lindsay and so fucking angry at Danny.
If only your life wasn’t spinning so out of control.
Part of you tries to rationalize this whole situation. Maybe it was mistake, maybe she didn’t really mean to have sex with Danny and say “Oh god, Danny, touch me there, please that’s so good.” Maybe Danny was drunk and he really didn’t mean to ask if you were over her, because he knows you aren’t and probably never will be. But inside you know that they both meant it and that when Danny said “I want you now, I want to be inside you” he meant that too.
Last time around Christmas it was you and Lindsay and you opened presents. She had a present that she held secretively and she wouldn’t show you, she held it like it was something special. You remember reading Peter Pan in high school and reading something about a ‘hidden kiss’ or something like that. That present and her smile reminded you of that book and that hidden kiss.
Part of you thinks that it might have been from Danny (knows it’s from Danny, if you’re honest with yourself) and the rest of you is trying to forget.
C’mon, you say to yourself. This has got to get better sometime. This is betrayal and someday I’ll have to do something about it. Someday she’ll come back to me (never, more likely, she’s going going gone) and Danny will ask for forgiveness.
That’s a load of shit but it’s something you can delude yourself with. You try to imagine a world without Danny in it. A world without your best friend. And it’s something you really can’t imagine because these last few years have been all Danny and he’s always been there. And when you try to imagine a world without Lindsay, you don’t. You just don’t want to think about it. You’re still in love with her, always will be, and you just don’t want to think about a world in which you’d be there but she wouldn’t.
So when you do meet Lindsay you sit there and say nothing as she explains calmly that she and Danny are seeing each other (fuck yeah, more than seeing each other, I heard you two) and that you’d better accept it because nothing’s going to change. The world doesn’t stop just because you want it to, Don, she says. You had your chance, Lindsay says, repeating the words she said the day she left.
You get up and leave and part of you wishes that she’d get up and come after you. Wishes that when she did she’d pull you in by your tie and kiss you so deeply that it would feel like you’re drowning. Wishes that after you parted she’d say something like, I’m so sorry baby it was all a mistake I want you back.
But you know that’s never going to happen so you just go home and drink a beer, think about the job and get ready for another day. Lindsay’s gone and yeah, that fucking hurts. Danny’s gone and that hurts more because you thought he’d be there forever. He was your best friend. You remember dreaming when you were a kid that you’d be an astronaut; you’d fly up to space with an Apollo crew and land on the moon. But you knew that wouldn’t happen because being a cop is in your blood and that’s all your future held.
You also remember dreaming that Lindsay and you would have a future. That Danny and Aiden would work out because they both deserved it, they deserved it more than anyone you know. And then, not so long ago, you remember yourself hoping that hearing Danny and Lindsay in his apartment was all a dream because it hurt so much to even think of it being real.
Dreams are for kids.