Fic: Seminar, Chapter 50 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Ryan / Eric, Valera, Stella, Danny)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 50
Pairing: Warrick Brown / Don Flack,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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CSI Las Vegas Main List CSI Miami Main List CSI New York Main List
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (NC-17) Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 (NC-17) Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 (NC-17) Chapter 12 Chapter 13 (NC-17) Chapter 14
Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Interlude (NC-17) Chapter 24 Chapter 25
Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31
Interlude Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36
Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 (NC-17)
Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Interlude Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46
Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49
Crime scene, New York
“You look like hell.” Stella stated and shoved her take-away cup into Danny’s hand. “You need that more than I do.”
“Thanks.” He took a long sip. “From your usual place?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, I don’t sleep much nowadays anyway. Male, early twenties, wearing a Santa Claus costume and a fake beard.”
“I wanted to tear the beard off when I was a kid, but I never did it.”
“Well this one didn’t just loose his bear, he lost half his face. Most of the face is gone.”
“Any idea what kind of a weapon was used?”
“The lines look pretty rugged….. Something dull…. Maybe the guy just used the first thing he could find.”
“Has the ME checked him yet?”
“No, Lara’s stuck in the snow. That car is so cold they could store dead bodies in there.”
“They do.”
“Yeah, but I mean… Forget it, I’m too tired to make jokes.” Danny took another sip. “The baby was up all night.”
“First Christmas jitters?”
“No, just the usual jitters. She’s coming down with something and she just didn’t stop crying.”
“Danny?”
“What?”
“Can I thank you for something without sounding like a grade-A insensitive bitch?”
“Tell me and I’ll give you my judgement.”
“You and Lindsay single-handedly chased away all my plans to have a baby some day.”
“That wasn’t insensitive.”
“Good.”
“That was gloating.”
“Sorry. Hot dog?”
“What?”
“There’s a cart over there.” She pointed to the opposite side of the road. “I haven’t had any breakfast yet.”
“Me neither.”
“Come on, I’m buying as a peace offering.”
“I never say no to free food.”
“I know, Don says the same thing.” Stella headed over the half empty street with Danny in tow. “All the guys are the same.”
“You can’t say that just because you shot your ex.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Sorry, it just slipped. Big one with all the paraphernalia.” He ordered and turned back to Stella. “You should try getting back on the horse again.”
“Horse? That creep was nowhere near those propositions. Regular with mustard.” She gave Danny an embarrassed look. “Apparently the lack of sleep makes everyone say what they shouldn’t.”
“No mustard?” The vendor asked.
“No, I wasn’t talking about that.” Stella assured and received her hot dog. She slipped the man a bill and they walked slowly back to the crime scene where ME had just arrived.
“But seriously, there’s great guys around.” Danny continued.
“Then how did you end up with Lindsay?”
Danny almost choked.
“Just kidding. And there’s great guy and really great guys, but it doesn’t mean I’m ready or willing to start anything.”
“There’s always Mac….”
“Yeah, and then we’d have one more CSI couple. Look how well that turned out for you.”
“Hey!”
“Sorry, but if both of you are snappy and grumpy all the time, it can’t be that good.”
“We’re good. Most of the time. Anyway, we were talking about you. I don’t think Mac has seen anyone since Leighton.”
“Peyton.”
“Whatever. Foreign bitch with fake lips.”
“And of course that opinion was totally unbiased.”
“Of course.”
“Morning.” Lara looked up her position next to the body. “You got a motive yet?”
“No.” Stella stated. “Grinch who hates Christmas?”
“Did you check his pockets?”
“We didn’t wanna move him till you’ve checked him.” Danny explained. “Did you find something?”
“This Santa was naughty and not nice.” She pulled a plastic bag full of white substance from the corps’s breast pocket. “I think he was a dealer.”
“The amount of it suggests that.” Stella agreed. “Anything else?”
“This was in his back pocket.” Lara handed her a small notepad. “looks like a list of customers and phone numbers.
“Santa Claus dealing drugs during the holidays…. If I were a little bit younger I would loose my Christmas spirit.”
“And now?” Danny asked.
“Now I’ll wait for till my shift`s over, then I’ll go to the department store and sit on Santa’s lap till my faith’s been restored.”
“I don’t think they have those after Christmas eve.”
“You think Adam would wear a fake beard and a Santa suit for me?”
“He’s off today.”
“Too bad.” Stella sighed. “When you’re a kid you see the goods parts of Christmas.” She slipped the notepad into an evidence bag. “And when you`re older you just see the worst parts.”
------------------------------------------
Ryan’s apartment, Miami
“Delko.”
“Hey, it’s me.” Valera greeted. “Are you busy?”
“Not really. I tried to help Ryan in the kitchen and now I’m not allowed to enter until the foods done. He’s whipping up something from the leftover turkey.”
“Funny you should mentions that…. I need some advice.”
“About turkey?”
“Kinda. You’re the wide receiver, right?”
“Wide receiver?”
“Sex-wise.”
“You mean bottom? And what the hell do you mean wide?”
“Nothing-”
“There’s nothing wide about my ass. It’s firm and juicy, and there’s not need to call me to criticise it-”
“Shut up, honey. I just wanted to know do what to do with chafes.”
“Chafes? You tried-”
“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I’ve tried that before. It’s not for me, it’s for Fenwick.”
“What did you do to him?”
“We were eating and I started wondering about the turkey. You know how it’s tied with the legs in the backside and-”
“I don’t wanna hear this-”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.”
“Well, we were both pretty drunk and we wanted to try that with my feathery cuffs.”
“You’re gonna tell me anyway, aren’t you?”
“I’ll give you the PG version. There was some trial and error, but we got him the way I wanted, and then I pulled out my Big Gal toys.”
“How many times have you put that poor guy to the hospital?”
“We haven’t been to the hospital, he thinks it’s too embarrassing. And I didn’t do anything to him! Before I had time to really start, he started whining that something snapped out of place.”
“Valera, you have to take him to the hospital-”
“I called a friend of mine to check on him, she’s a chiropractor. She snapped his back, and now he’s in bed rest.”
“How is he doing?”
“He’ll recover. But back to my reason to call you. What do I do with the chafes from the cuffs?”
“I’ll connect you to the expert.” Eric yelled to the kitchen. “Ryan? How do you treat chafes?”
“Apply anti-inflammatory cream on it on regularly and keep a clean bandage on it to prevent smearing. Pain killers can be used depending on allergies and other known medical issues.” Ryan’s voice announced from the kitchen.
“Did you get that?”
“I did.” Valera stated. “How often do you need the first aid when he knows that stuff so well?”
“Chafes are a familiar thing.” Eric grinned. “When we first got together we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was like twenty-four seven gay porn. The only time we stopped was when we had to go to work.”
“What is it like now?”
“The same, except that now we take some time to eat and sleep too.”
“I gotta go now, he’s whining again…. Bye and thanks.”
“Bye.”
“Foods ready in ten minutes.” Ryan walked into the living room just as Eric hung up.
“Turkey?”
“Yeah.”
“Does it still have it’s legs all bundled up?”
“No, we tore them away yesterday, remember? You wanted to gnaw them like a caveman. Why do you ask?”
“No reason, but if you had said yeas, I would have totally lost my appetite.”
Chapter 51