"With Each Passing Day, 2" // Dimgwrthien714
Title: With Each Passing Day, Part 2
Author: Christina
Fandom: CSI: NY
Pairing: Mac/Claire
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Clips from Mac's life from the time he moved to New York and on. Mac and Claire move in and start work.
Chicago seemed dwarfed compared to New York now. Claire stood outside of the busy Manhattan apartment, looking at the brilliantly blue-grey, smog-filled sky and listening to the rush of the early-morning traffic. She was glad that the sounds seemed to be muted inside, and at least the furniture was mostly in place already.
Mac opened the door for her, letting Claire slide into the car. He shut the door after her and got into the driver's seat.
They already had the conversation of a car in New York. Neither could honestly see the point to it, but Mac eventually convinced Claire that it was a way to get around without the lines. Claire only smirked and didn't bother to mention the traffic.
Mac put the car into drive, steering carefully into the busy stream of metal and noise. Claire leaned forward and turned on the radio, looking for a station. She settled on one that had Elvis playing "Gonna Get Back". "Never thought I'd miss her so…" She bit down hard, staring out the window.
"You alright?" Mac asked, glancing over to her. Claire nodded. "Nervous?"
She snorted. "Yeah, I'm terrified of the same job I've been in for a long time." Claire raised her eyebrows. "And you?"
"Not at all." Mac smiled. "It's nice to be able to go in and already be the boss."
"And did they tell you what happened to the last boss?" Claire asked in an innocent voice.
Mac grinned. "Let's not even go there."
They sat in silence, listening to Elvis sing to them in a slow, loving voice for another song. Claire always liked the sound of his voice, everything from the "Thank ya, thank ya very much" to the romance songs and the songs that still depressed her.
Her eyes were closed as she mouthed the words once they reached the World Trade Center.
"Ready?" Mac asked.
Claire jumped, looking around, seeing where they were. She was torn between yelling at Mac for disturbing her and asking him to join her in singing the song.
"Yeah," she answered instead. She pulled down the visor of the car, opening up the mirror to look at her reflection. She smoothed back an unruly curl. "Yeah, I'm good."
Mac smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Claire turned and caught his lips. When they pulled apart, Mac smiled. "Don't wanna be late," he told her.
Claire nodded, said goodbye to him once more, and got out of the car. Mac waited there as she walked up to the building. Once she neared the door, she heard Mac drive away.
Instead of going inside, Claire took a few steps back. From her point of view, at the very base of the buildings, she couldn't even see the top. The sun burned at her eyes whenever she tried to look at the very top story, and she eventually had to turn away, feeling very small in the city, then entered the building.
(With Each Passing Day)
Mac stood outside the narcotics and toxicology lab, looking over the half-written reports. He hated coming in halfway through a case to utter confusion, but it was a job that needed to be done.
A woman exited the door nearest to him, looking around the hall. She had brown curls to her shoulders that looked untamable, but still neat. Mac glanced up, looking her over for a moment. She wore a white lab suit over what looked like a dark red shirt.
"Mr. Taylor?" she asked, glancing at him, searching him as he had to her. "Is that you?"
Mac nodded and held out his hand. "Mac, if you want."
She smiled at him, shaking his hand briefly. "Stella Bonasera." She held up a piece of paper. "These are the results for the -"
"Douglass case?" Mac asked, taking the paper when Stella nodded. He glanced at the name on the top, then browsed down the columns. Perfect. "Thank you, Stella."
Stella nodded, still looking him over closely. "You're the new head of the lab, right?" Mac nodded. "Mm. Have you been around the lab yet?"
"Only after I applied. I've been trying to get used to it again now." Mac smiled.
"That's not the same as going around the lab." Stella pulled her mass of hair back and tied it into a ponytail. "I don't have anything on my queue right now. I'll introduce you to everyone."
(With Each Passing Day)
Claire kicked her shoes out of the way as she carried a box across the bedroom. There was still too much to unpack. It would take at least a week for her to finish putting everything away, and she knew that she couldn't lift a few of the boxes without Mac's help.
"Claire?" She looked over he shoulder to see Mac come in, his keys jingling in his hand. He stepped carefully over the boxes to get to her. She leaned in to kiss him, but Mac grabbed the box out of her arms. "Unpacking already?" He kissed her quickly and set down the box.
"They aren't unpacking themselves," she answered, trying to take the box from him. Mac held it down and cut the tape at the top with his keys, then pulled out a lamp, which he waved at Claire.
"Need any help?"
Claire nodded, wiping her forehead. Mac followed the cord into the box, digging the end of it out. He finally placed it on the nearby table and carefully plugged it in. He stood back, glancing at it, then dug into the box again.
"I was waiting for you at the Towers." Mac pulled out a small clock and put it next to the lamp.
"Felt like taking the subway." Claire smiled at him. "Always wanted to take one in New York." She brushed back her hair. "How was your day?"
Mac nodded. "Good. Already working on cases and everything. I'm not used to it moving this fast."
"Crime has to move fast here, I guess." Claire folded back the edge of the box, digging into it with Mac.
"True." Mac kneeled, trying to take out as many objects as he could without upsetting any. "A girl from narcotics showed me around and introduced me to a few of the people."
"Ah."
When Mac didn't hear more of a response, he glanced up at Claire. Her pale face was flushed and her blonde hair hung in untidy curls around her cheeks. She wore an old shirt now with jeans instead of her work clothes. Claire didn't look up at him.
"How was your day?" he asked.
"Pretty nice. My boss, Andrew, mainly showed me around, told me about how to work things out there." She looked up, and her green eyes looked bright. "It's an amazing building. So many people, all of them moving and moving all the time." She waved her hand for emphasis. "It takes forever to get to the higher floors because everyone's on the elevators and on the stairs."
Mac loved how Claire spoke about the city. It was obvious that she had a respect for motion and crowds, something that Mac couldn't understand from the simple girl he was so used to seeing.
"Only gets better, right?" Mac asked.
Claire nodded. "Only gets better from here."
Author: Christina
Fandom: CSI: NY
Pairing: Mac/Claire
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: Clips from Mac's life from the time he moved to New York and on. Mac and Claire move in and start work.
Chicago seemed dwarfed compared to New York now. Claire stood outside of the busy Manhattan apartment, looking at the brilliantly blue-grey, smog-filled sky and listening to the rush of the early-morning traffic. She was glad that the sounds seemed to be muted inside, and at least the furniture was mostly in place already.
Mac opened the door for her, letting Claire slide into the car. He shut the door after her and got into the driver's seat.
They already had the conversation of a car in New York. Neither could honestly see the point to it, but Mac eventually convinced Claire that it was a way to get around without the lines. Claire only smirked and didn't bother to mention the traffic.
Mac put the car into drive, steering carefully into the busy stream of metal and noise. Claire leaned forward and turned on the radio, looking for a station. She settled on one that had Elvis playing "Gonna Get Back". "Never thought I'd miss her so…" She bit down hard, staring out the window.
"You alright?" Mac asked, glancing over to her. Claire nodded. "Nervous?"
She snorted. "Yeah, I'm terrified of the same job I've been in for a long time." Claire raised her eyebrows. "And you?"
"Not at all." Mac smiled. "It's nice to be able to go in and already be the boss."
"And did they tell you what happened to the last boss?" Claire asked in an innocent voice.
Mac grinned. "Let's not even go there."
They sat in silence, listening to Elvis sing to them in a slow, loving voice for another song. Claire always liked the sound of his voice, everything from the "Thank ya, thank ya very much" to the romance songs and the songs that still depressed her.
Her eyes were closed as she mouthed the words once they reached the World Trade Center.
"Ready?" Mac asked.
Claire jumped, looking around, seeing where they were. She was torn between yelling at Mac for disturbing her and asking him to join her in singing the song.
"Yeah," she answered instead. She pulled down the visor of the car, opening up the mirror to look at her reflection. She smoothed back an unruly curl. "Yeah, I'm good."
Mac smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Claire turned and caught his lips. When they pulled apart, Mac smiled. "Don't wanna be late," he told her.
Claire nodded, said goodbye to him once more, and got out of the car. Mac waited there as she walked up to the building. Once she neared the door, she heard Mac drive away.
Instead of going inside, Claire took a few steps back. From her point of view, at the very base of the buildings, she couldn't even see the top. The sun burned at her eyes whenever she tried to look at the very top story, and she eventually had to turn away, feeling very small in the city, then entered the building.
(With Each Passing Day)
Mac stood outside the narcotics and toxicology lab, looking over the half-written reports. He hated coming in halfway through a case to utter confusion, but it was a job that needed to be done.
A woman exited the door nearest to him, looking around the hall. She had brown curls to her shoulders that looked untamable, but still neat. Mac glanced up, looking her over for a moment. She wore a white lab suit over what looked like a dark red shirt.
"Mr. Taylor?" she asked, glancing at him, searching him as he had to her. "Is that you?"
Mac nodded and held out his hand. "Mac, if you want."
She smiled at him, shaking his hand briefly. "Stella Bonasera." She held up a piece of paper. "These are the results for the -"
"Douglass case?" Mac asked, taking the paper when Stella nodded. He glanced at the name on the top, then browsed down the columns. Perfect. "Thank you, Stella."
Stella nodded, still looking him over closely. "You're the new head of the lab, right?" Mac nodded. "Mm. Have you been around the lab yet?"
"Only after I applied. I've been trying to get used to it again now." Mac smiled.
"That's not the same as going around the lab." Stella pulled her mass of hair back and tied it into a ponytail. "I don't have anything on my queue right now. I'll introduce you to everyone."
(With Each Passing Day)
Claire kicked her shoes out of the way as she carried a box across the bedroom. There was still too much to unpack. It would take at least a week for her to finish putting everything away, and she knew that she couldn't lift a few of the boxes without Mac's help.
"Claire?" She looked over he shoulder to see Mac come in, his keys jingling in his hand. He stepped carefully over the boxes to get to her. She leaned in to kiss him, but Mac grabbed the box out of her arms. "Unpacking already?" He kissed her quickly and set down the box.
"They aren't unpacking themselves," she answered, trying to take the box from him. Mac held it down and cut the tape at the top with his keys, then pulled out a lamp, which he waved at Claire.
"Need any help?"
Claire nodded, wiping her forehead. Mac followed the cord into the box, digging the end of it out. He finally placed it on the nearby table and carefully plugged it in. He stood back, glancing at it, then dug into the box again.
"I was waiting for you at the Towers." Mac pulled out a small clock and put it next to the lamp.
"Felt like taking the subway." Claire smiled at him. "Always wanted to take one in New York." She brushed back her hair. "How was your day?"
Mac nodded. "Good. Already working on cases and everything. I'm not used to it moving this fast."
"Crime has to move fast here, I guess." Claire folded back the edge of the box, digging into it with Mac.
"True." Mac kneeled, trying to take out as many objects as he could without upsetting any. "A girl from narcotics showed me around and introduced me to a few of the people."
"Ah."
When Mac didn't hear more of a response, he glanced up at Claire. Her pale face was flushed and her blonde hair hung in untidy curls around her cheeks. She wore an old shirt now with jeans instead of her work clothes. Claire didn't look up at him.
"How was your day?" he asked.
"Pretty nice. My boss, Andrew, mainly showed me around, told me about how to work things out there." She looked up, and her green eyes looked bright. "It's an amazing building. So many people, all of them moving and moving all the time." She waved her hand for emphasis. "It takes forever to get to the higher floors because everyone's on the elevators and on the stairs."
Mac loved how Claire spoke about the city. It was obvious that she had a respect for motion and crowds, something that Mac couldn't understand from the simple girl he was so used to seeing.
"Only gets better, right?" Mac asked.
Claire nodded. "Only gets better from here."