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Fic: Fly Away (AU, CSI:NY) Chapter 11 (12/15)
Title: Fly Away
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters: CSI:NY general cast
Prompt: 076. Rebirth
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Spoilers for Run Silent, Run Deep, Slash, Threesome, serious AU
Pairing: Don/Danny, Danny/Mac, Mac/Don
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
“The victim’s wrists were slashed, causing her to bleed out – she died of exsanguination. But that isn’t all. She was stabbed, peri- or postmortem – in the chest and stomach.” Sid Hammerback pulled his glasses down and gave Stella a wink. “So, about that dinner I kept talking about?”
“So the killer stabbed her when she was already dead or dying,” Stella mused, choosing to ignore the dinner-comments Sid had been dropping the whole time she’d been at the morgue.
Sid nodded. “Bruises indicate that she’s been struggling somewhat fiercely. In the end, she was simply overpowered. Tox screen came back negative. I collected a rape kit, sent the results up to DNA.” He smirked and held up several clear plastic bags. “Clothes and the scrapings from her nails.”
“Thanks, Sid.” Stella nodded and turned to leave.
“What about that dinner?” The ME called after her, and she just gave him a cheerful wave over her shoulder.
**
“Anything useful from the DNA?” Danny asked. Stella shook her head. “She had sexual intercourse prior to her death, with Alexander Hollis. DNA under her nails was not his, though. But we have no match for it.”
“Hm.” Danny said thoughtful. “What about our second victim? Anything?”
**
“Alexander Hollis, age 47.” Sid pulled the sheet down to reveal the victim’s head and upper torso. “If the rope around his neck hadn’t killed him, the alcohol would have,” he noticed. “Blood alcohol level was point 73, which indicates heavy and regular drinking. His liver was about to give out.” He pulled the sheet a few inches further down. “Cause of Death: asphyxiation, or, to be more exact: ligature strangulation with a thin rope. The neck broke post-mortem, when he was tossed out of that window.” His lips twitched into a half-smile. “Did Stella get my invitation?”
Mac lifted an eyebrow. “Invitation?” he asked blankly. “And why don’t you ask her that yourself?”
Sid smiled. “She already picked up the report.”
Mac shook his head slightly. “Sid…” he began, before he stopped himself. Stella was a big girl, she could take care of herself.
Sid’s flecked, grayish wings shook with barely suppressed laughter. “Sometimes I can read your thoughts on your face,” he said. “It was just an invitation for dinner. An old friend of mine is in town, and he’s cooking a big charity dinner – I need a classy woman at my side…”
Mac shook his head. “Anything else on my case?” he asked, back to business, and Sid pulled the sheet back up over Alexander Hollis’ lifeless body. “Not much. Trace under his nails, but I sent that already to the lab.”
“Good,” Mac nodded. “Thank you, Sid.”
**
Danny smirked. “So, are you going to that dinner with Sid?” he asked.
Stella only gave him a brief look. “There was nothing that would indicate a connection between the two victims, besides the fact that he was her keeper. But the DNA under his nails was a match to that we got from under Ellie’s nails. Oh, and the knife Ellie was killed with?” Stella raised an eyebrow. “It’s a Khukuri, a Napalese knife.” She didn’t tell him that she just spent the better part of an afternoon stabbing knifes into a pig, until Mac had helped her determinate what kind of knife had been used to kill Ellie Peterson.
And she would never admit that she had fun doing it.
“The man who asked repeatedly for a transfer of Ellie Peterson into his care?” Don started without preamble as he caught up with them – and promptly ducked as Stella, who hadn’t seen him walking towards them, whirled around, wings spread in a defensive pose, the sharp edge of bone cutting through the air where his head had been only moments ago. Federico Zabo’s attack on the lab had left them all shaken-up.
Her face softened when she recognized him, and she gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Flack. What about him?” she asked.
He held up his memobook. “Since his secretary had destroyed his black book –“ the expression on Stella’s face told him what exactly she thought about that little fact – “I went to the Department and checked the records. His name is Paul Becker. Ellie never filed a complaint against her keeper – however, she filed one against this man. Said he was stalking her. The best thing – he was at the scene of the Hollis murder. Barkeeper recognized him.”
“Alexander Hollis refused to give up Ellie Peterson to him – he got jealous. Gentlemen, we have a motive.” Stella smiled. “Let’s go and get a warrant.”
**
“Danny,” Hawkes sat down next to Danny with a friendly clap to his shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
Danny sighed. His wings fluttered softly before settling down again. The time it took to find a judge willing to give them a warrant had given him the chance to think about his situation, and his feelings, no matter how much he had tried to avoid it. Thinking about his situation automatically led to thinking about the offer Mac had made, and about Don’s insecure future.
There was nothing good coming from thinking about this.
“Waiting for a warrant to happen…and I need to talk to Mac, that’s all,” he finally revealed.
“Any problems? Anything we can help you with?” Hawkes asked, mildly alarmed.
“No, I don’t think so.” Danny shook his head and hesitantly revealed: “I got an offer. For a Companionship.”
“That’s great, isn’t it?” Sheldon asked carefully and bumped his shoulder against Danny’s.
“Yeah, I guess.” Danny sighed again. There was no need to keep to keep anything back; Hawkes knew most of his history anyways. “With my past…it’s everything I ever dreamed of, and even more.”
“And?” Sheldon asked and took off his glasses, before deciding to change tactics. “Did you know that the first Companions were close friends and advisors of kings? They were trusted individuals who took care that their bonding partner wasn’t being poisoned by their wives.”
“Thanks, Hawkes,” Danny groaned. “I feel so much better now.”
“The sexual aspect entered Companionship only centuries later. Today, the average man has not only a wife – or a divorced wife – but also one or two Companions at his side. And of course his wife does, too. In some societies, Companions are highly prized merchandise.”
“Thank you, Sheldon,” Danny said, sarcasm coloring his voice. “Now I feel like a whore.”
“Not a whore,” Sheldon corrected. “More like a concubine.”
The only answer he got was the thump of Danny’s head as he dropped it to the table.
Repeatedly.
He laughed. “So, who made you an offer? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Danny straightened and grinned happily. “Mac did.”
“Mac did,” Hawkes repeated. “And where is the problem with that? Mac obviously loves you. He did for a long time now.”
The smile disappeared from Danny’s face and made room for an unhappy frown. “I don’t know, Shel, I really don’t. I love him, but I also love Don,” he admitted.
That explained so many of Danny’s worries and problems, Sheldon thought. Danny cared deeply for Don, and now he felt as if he had to choose between the two men he loved, not seeing a third option.
“You should talk to them about it. To both of them,” he advised. “Maybe there is no problem at all, and you just worry too much.” He picked up the file he’d been carrying around. “The report on the Nico Pasadoria case. Since you’re already here, bring that to Mac and ask him to have lunch with you.”
Bemusedly Danny took the report and flipped through it. “Which of us is the rookie?”
Sheldon chuckled. “That would be me, I think. But you’re the blushing bride, so to speak, so go get your man. You’re entitled to. And you need to talk to him about this problem of yours.” He grinned. “Besides, isn’t today the day where you were supposed to lure Mac away from the lab for an hour anyways?”
“Yeah,” Danny nodded. “But with the warrant arriving every moment…”
“…you know that takes some time,” Hawkes interrupted him smoothly. “And Stella is capable of keeping track of both. So go.” And with those words, he shooed Danny out and towards Mac’s office.
Chapter 12
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Characters: CSI:NY general cast
Prompt: 076. Rebirth
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Spoilers for Run Silent, Run Deep, Slash, Threesome, serious AU
Pairing: Don/Danny, Danny/Mac, Mac/Don
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
“The victim’s wrists were slashed, causing her to bleed out – she died of exsanguination. But that isn’t all. She was stabbed, peri- or postmortem – in the chest and stomach.” Sid Hammerback pulled his glasses down and gave Stella a wink. “So, about that dinner I kept talking about?”
“So the killer stabbed her when she was already dead or dying,” Stella mused, choosing to ignore the dinner-comments Sid had been dropping the whole time she’d been at the morgue.
Sid nodded. “Bruises indicate that she’s been struggling somewhat fiercely. In the end, she was simply overpowered. Tox screen came back negative. I collected a rape kit, sent the results up to DNA.” He smirked and held up several clear plastic bags. “Clothes and the scrapings from her nails.”
“Thanks, Sid.” Stella nodded and turned to leave.
“What about that dinner?” The ME called after her, and she just gave him a cheerful wave over her shoulder.
**
“Anything useful from the DNA?” Danny asked. Stella shook her head. “She had sexual intercourse prior to her death, with Alexander Hollis. DNA under her nails was not his, though. But we have no match for it.”
“Hm.” Danny said thoughtful. “What about our second victim? Anything?”
**
“Alexander Hollis, age 47.” Sid pulled the sheet down to reveal the victim’s head and upper torso. “If the rope around his neck hadn’t killed him, the alcohol would have,” he noticed. “Blood alcohol level was point 73, which indicates heavy and regular drinking. His liver was about to give out.” He pulled the sheet a few inches further down. “Cause of Death: asphyxiation, or, to be more exact: ligature strangulation with a thin rope. The neck broke post-mortem, when he was tossed out of that window.” His lips twitched into a half-smile. “Did Stella get my invitation?”
Mac lifted an eyebrow. “Invitation?” he asked blankly. “And why don’t you ask her that yourself?”
Sid smiled. “She already picked up the report.”
Mac shook his head slightly. “Sid…” he began, before he stopped himself. Stella was a big girl, she could take care of herself.
Sid’s flecked, grayish wings shook with barely suppressed laughter. “Sometimes I can read your thoughts on your face,” he said. “It was just an invitation for dinner. An old friend of mine is in town, and he’s cooking a big charity dinner – I need a classy woman at my side…”
Mac shook his head. “Anything else on my case?” he asked, back to business, and Sid pulled the sheet back up over Alexander Hollis’ lifeless body. “Not much. Trace under his nails, but I sent that already to the lab.”
“Good,” Mac nodded. “Thank you, Sid.”
**
Danny smirked. “So, are you going to that dinner with Sid?” he asked.
Stella only gave him a brief look. “There was nothing that would indicate a connection between the two victims, besides the fact that he was her keeper. But the DNA under his nails was a match to that we got from under Ellie’s nails. Oh, and the knife Ellie was killed with?” Stella raised an eyebrow. “It’s a Khukuri, a Napalese knife.” She didn’t tell him that she just spent the better part of an afternoon stabbing knifes into a pig, until Mac had helped her determinate what kind of knife had been used to kill Ellie Peterson.
And she would never admit that she had fun doing it.
“The man who asked repeatedly for a transfer of Ellie Peterson into his care?” Don started without preamble as he caught up with them – and promptly ducked as Stella, who hadn’t seen him walking towards them, whirled around, wings spread in a defensive pose, the sharp edge of bone cutting through the air where his head had been only moments ago. Federico Zabo’s attack on the lab had left them all shaken-up.
Her face softened when she recognized him, and she gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Flack. What about him?” she asked.
He held up his memobook. “Since his secretary had destroyed his black book –“ the expression on Stella’s face told him what exactly she thought about that little fact – “I went to the Department and checked the records. His name is Paul Becker. Ellie never filed a complaint against her keeper – however, she filed one against this man. Said he was stalking her. The best thing – he was at the scene of the Hollis murder. Barkeeper recognized him.”
“Alexander Hollis refused to give up Ellie Peterson to him – he got jealous. Gentlemen, we have a motive.” Stella smiled. “Let’s go and get a warrant.”
**
“Danny,” Hawkes sat down next to Danny with a friendly clap to his shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
Danny sighed. His wings fluttered softly before settling down again. The time it took to find a judge willing to give them a warrant had given him the chance to think about his situation, and his feelings, no matter how much he had tried to avoid it. Thinking about his situation automatically led to thinking about the offer Mac had made, and about Don’s insecure future.
There was nothing good coming from thinking about this.
“Waiting for a warrant to happen…and I need to talk to Mac, that’s all,” he finally revealed.
“Any problems? Anything we can help you with?” Hawkes asked, mildly alarmed.
“No, I don’t think so.” Danny shook his head and hesitantly revealed: “I got an offer. For a Companionship.”
“That’s great, isn’t it?” Sheldon asked carefully and bumped his shoulder against Danny’s.
“Yeah, I guess.” Danny sighed again. There was no need to keep to keep anything back; Hawkes knew most of his history anyways. “With my past…it’s everything I ever dreamed of, and even more.”
“And?” Sheldon asked and took off his glasses, before deciding to change tactics. “Did you know that the first Companions were close friends and advisors of kings? They were trusted individuals who took care that their bonding partner wasn’t being poisoned by their wives.”
“Thanks, Hawkes,” Danny groaned. “I feel so much better now.”
“The sexual aspect entered Companionship only centuries later. Today, the average man has not only a wife – or a divorced wife – but also one or two Companions at his side. And of course his wife does, too. In some societies, Companions are highly prized merchandise.”
“Thank you, Sheldon,” Danny said, sarcasm coloring his voice. “Now I feel like a whore.”
“Not a whore,” Sheldon corrected. “More like a concubine.”
The only answer he got was the thump of Danny’s head as he dropped it to the table.
Repeatedly.
He laughed. “So, who made you an offer? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Danny straightened and grinned happily. “Mac did.”
“Mac did,” Hawkes repeated. “And where is the problem with that? Mac obviously loves you. He did for a long time now.”
The smile disappeared from Danny’s face and made room for an unhappy frown. “I don’t know, Shel, I really don’t. I love him, but I also love Don,” he admitted.
That explained so many of Danny’s worries and problems, Sheldon thought. Danny cared deeply for Don, and now he felt as if he had to choose between the two men he loved, not seeing a third option.
“You should talk to them about it. To both of them,” he advised. “Maybe there is no problem at all, and you just worry too much.” He picked up the file he’d been carrying around. “The report on the Nico Pasadoria case. Since you’re already here, bring that to Mac and ask him to have lunch with you.”
Bemusedly Danny took the report and flipped through it. “Which of us is the rookie?”
Sheldon chuckled. “That would be me, I think. But you’re the blushing bride, so to speak, so go get your man. You’re entitled to. And you need to talk to him about this problem of yours.” He grinned. “Besides, isn’t today the day where you were supposed to lure Mac away from the lab for an hour anyways?”
“Yeah,” Danny nodded. “But with the warrant arriving every moment…”
“…you know that takes some time,” Hawkes interrupted him smoothly. “And Stella is capable of keeping track of both. So go.” And with those words, he shooed Danny out and towards Mac’s office.
Chapter 12