of a kind
title: Of a Kind
with: Lindsay/Mac
rated: PG
herein: Mac must be wondering the same thing as her
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al
note: implicit post ep for 418 "Admissions"
Lindsay decides to leave Sullivan’s at the same time Mac does. Danny and Hawkes are calling each other out at the pool table while Flack and Stella take sides. Lindsay can’t watch the camaraderie any more. Her shoulders tense at the familiar angles of Danny’s body as he sets up a shot.
Mac must be tired, between the horrible case with Inspector Gerard’s daughter and the continued search for the taxi cab killer. Mac must be wondering the same thing as her. Why did they go out tonight in the first place?
“Aw, come one. Stay awhile.” Danny looks up and grins at her. “You can play the winner, Montana.”
“Maybe another time.” Lindsay feels weary down into her bones.
She makes her excuses and trails Mac to the door. Mac looks tired.
“Today has left me so exhausted,” she says as they walk down the street together. There’s a subway platform about two blocks away.
Next to her, Mac nods. “It’s been a long day.”
Lindsay shivers. The dark sky seems to be hanging low tonight. She misses the stars. It feels like they’re walking through a huge tunnel, miles beneath the surface of the earth. “Every time I think I’m starting to get jaded, something like this happens, and I’m sickened all over again by what people can do to each other.”
Mac makes a small noise of agreement. He must be just as tired and sick as she. They walk in silence.
On the platform, Lindsay steps closer, into his personal space. They’re almost alone, a pillar separating them from a handful of strangers.
“How do you get it out of your head?” she asks, noticing the way his hands flex then drop into his pockets.
“You have to distance yourself,” Mac says, sighing. “It’s not about you or me.”
“Do you ever get it out of your head?” Lindsay leans in, looking up at Mac. “Truthfully?”
Mac’s eyes go distant, unfocused, and laying her hand on his arm, she thinks she has her answer. Her thumb slides across the light wool of his jacket, and she can feel the strength in the muscle and bone beneath.
Mac stiffens. His mouth slackens, and she speaks before he can.
“I’m sorry. I keep letting it get to me.” She pulls his head down and tastes the hesitation on his lips. “I should’ve never gotten involved with Danny. You know how he can be.”
A flicker of surprise crosses Mac’s face. His hand cups her jaw carefully, and she threads her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. Did they think she wouldn’t notice? They swing into each others’ orbit. There’s so much between thm. Danny’s done it to Mac, too. “You know,” Lindsay murmurs.
Mac kisses her back softly, decisively. His hand is warm on her face. He tastes like worry and alcohol.
A train rumbles to a stop. Lindsay doesn’t want to break this moment. She doesn’t want to lose the unthinking press of Mac’s lips against her own. Mac moves away, though, one hand at her hip to keep her from following. “I can’t do this, Lindsay,” he says and looks past her. “I think that’s yours.”
It is her train, and she breaks away from his touch.
“Good night.” The words catch in her throat, and she doesn’t look at Mac. She doesn’t want to see the denial on his face. The train isn’t crowded, and she sits, careful not to look back at the platform.
Lindsay feels cold and betrayed. The lingering taste of Mac is bitter. She shivers at the lies he didn’t actually say.
He and Danny deserve each other.
with: Lindsay/Mac
rated: PG
herein: Mac must be wondering the same thing as her
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al
note: implicit post ep for 418 "Admissions"
Lindsay decides to leave Sullivan’s at the same time Mac does. Danny and Hawkes are calling each other out at the pool table while Flack and Stella take sides. Lindsay can’t watch the camaraderie any more. Her shoulders tense at the familiar angles of Danny’s body as he sets up a shot.
Mac must be tired, between the horrible case with Inspector Gerard’s daughter and the continued search for the taxi cab killer. Mac must be wondering the same thing as her. Why did they go out tonight in the first place?
“Aw, come one. Stay awhile.” Danny looks up and grins at her. “You can play the winner, Montana.”
“Maybe another time.” Lindsay feels weary down into her bones.
She makes her excuses and trails Mac to the door. Mac looks tired.
“Today has left me so exhausted,” she says as they walk down the street together. There’s a subway platform about two blocks away.
Next to her, Mac nods. “It’s been a long day.”
Lindsay shivers. The dark sky seems to be hanging low tonight. She misses the stars. It feels like they’re walking through a huge tunnel, miles beneath the surface of the earth. “Every time I think I’m starting to get jaded, something like this happens, and I’m sickened all over again by what people can do to each other.”
Mac makes a small noise of agreement. He must be just as tired and sick as she. They walk in silence.
On the platform, Lindsay steps closer, into his personal space. They’re almost alone, a pillar separating them from a handful of strangers.
“How do you get it out of your head?” she asks, noticing the way his hands flex then drop into his pockets.
“You have to distance yourself,” Mac says, sighing. “It’s not about you or me.”
“Do you ever get it out of your head?” Lindsay leans in, looking up at Mac. “Truthfully?”
Mac’s eyes go distant, unfocused, and laying her hand on his arm, she thinks she has her answer. Her thumb slides across the light wool of his jacket, and she can feel the strength in the muscle and bone beneath.
Mac stiffens. His mouth slackens, and she speaks before he can.
“I’m sorry. I keep letting it get to me.” She pulls his head down and tastes the hesitation on his lips. “I should’ve never gotten involved with Danny. You know how he can be.”
A flicker of surprise crosses Mac’s face. His hand cups her jaw carefully, and she threads her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. Did they think she wouldn’t notice? They swing into each others’ orbit. There’s so much between thm. Danny’s done it to Mac, too. “You know,” Lindsay murmurs.
Mac kisses her back softly, decisively. His hand is warm on her face. He tastes like worry and alcohol.
A train rumbles to a stop. Lindsay doesn’t want to break this moment. She doesn’t want to lose the unthinking press of Mac’s lips against her own. Mac moves away, though, one hand at her hip to keep her from following. “I can’t do this, Lindsay,” he says and looks past her. “I think that’s yours.”
It is her train, and she breaks away from his touch.
“Good night.” The words catch in her throat, and she doesn’t look at Mac. She doesn’t want to see the denial on his face. The train isn’t crowded, and she sits, careful not to look back at the platform.
Lindsay feels cold and betrayed. The lingering taste of Mac is bitter. She shivers at the lies he didn’t actually say.
He and Danny deserve each other.