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kathierif_ficTitle: Allergies
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: Mac/Danny/Don (CSI:NY)
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Summary: How allergies can help you solve a crime…
***
The second Mac steps on his latest crime scene, an apartment somewhere in the middle of New York, with his crime scene kit in one hand and Danny right behind him, he instinctively knows that something is not good.
He trusts his instincts, but as he methodically sweeps the apartment, taking in the blood and the dead body, the pictures of cats on the walls and the shabby looking furniture, he can see no source of danger.
The uneasy feeling in his gut stays, however.
A throat is cleared uncomfortably behind him, and Mac changes a quick glance with Danny. The officer seems uncomfortable in the presence of so much blood, he’s quite young, but Mac has a job to do, and he can’t concentrate on sick cops, as well.
He simply frowns at the man and picks up a pair of gloves.
“Okay, the victim is Melina Cortez…” Don appears behind them, his pen and pad in his hands, but before he can say anything else but the victim’s name, he sneezes.
And he sneezes again.
Mac bites his tongue until he tastes the coppery tang of blood. The bad feeling he has makes a lot more sense now, and Mac doesn’t like it. Not one bit.
He’s slipping, he has problems keeping the job and his private life apart…
“Stop sneezing on my crime scene,” he says automatically, but his heart is not in it.
Don shrugs apologetically and wipes his sleeve over his face.
Mac knows that Don is allergic to cats; and all the pictures in this apartment, the state of the furniture…he nods softly. “Okay, Flack, back off. I don’t need you here…the victim has a cat. Danny, start processing, and look out for the cat. It may be evidence.”
But while he’s giving his orders, Mac feels his self-hatred rising another notch. He’s slipping, and he knows it. That’s why he had introduced his rules and instilled them on his two lovers, to keep them safe, to force them to concentrate on the job instead of worrying about their relationship. And now, here he is, doing the exact same thing he doesn’t want them to do…worrying when his sub consciousness pointed out the signs of a cat.
Don is allergic to cats.
Mac shakes his head to clear it. It takes a lot of his willpower to concentrate back on the evidence, which includes a frightened cat that hides under the couch and has to be coaxed out by an irritated Danny.
Don comes to the lab a few hours later with new information about their case, and he looks grim enough for Mac to know that there may be a lot of suspects in this Gordian knot of a murder case with no sufficient evidence to solve it easily.
Don follows him to the layout room where Stella is processing a piece of evidence from her own case. She looks up when they enter and smiles at them.
“Alright, Flack, can you check out that boyfriend of hers?” Mac asks and lines up the evidence bags. Before Don can answer the question, he sneezes again.
“Bless you.” Stella says absent-mindedly, and without looking up.
“Okay, that’s it.” Don shakes his head. “I’m outta here…Don’t come near me unless you absolutely need to.”
Mac nods. “Check out the boyfriend,” he calls after him, and Don sneezes again.
Stella looks up with a frown. “What’s wrong with him?” she asks.
Now it’s Mac who concentrates on the evidence spread out in front of him and doesn’t look up, but he explains: “Flack is allergic to cats, and our victim had one.”
Stella nods. “Yeah, Danny told me about it – obviously we’re talking about some kind of small tiger.”
Mac smiles softly. “He’s exaggerating,” he says. “It was a normal cat – he’s just angry because he had to catch it, and it scratched him.”
Stella grins. “Sounds like Danny.”
***
Don sneezes and backs away from Mac and Danny.
“Take of your damn clothes and take a shower before even thinking of coming anywhere near me!” he sniffles.
Danny grins. “You should join us, to make sure we’re really clean, Don,” he suggests.
He stretches out a hand towards Don, but Don takes a quick step back while another sneeze overwhelms him.
“Go!”
Danny laughs, but he allows Mac to pull him into the bathroom and strip him down, and before the usual argument about the water temperature can begin, Mac has his tongue in Danny’s mouth, thereby distracting and silencing him. Danny is soaked to the bones when he finally notices that the water is too hot for his taste.
“Not fair,” he murmurs against Mac’s collarbone. Mac only chuckles and kisses him again, and Danny stops thinking about the water temperature.
When Danny wanders back into the kitchen where Don had fled, a towel, slung low around his hips, is the only thing he’s wearing. His hair sticks up in strange angles where Mac has carded his fingers through, and his lips are stretched in a satisfied grin.
“We’re all clean, you can join us now,” he tells Don and pulls him in a damp embrace.
Nimble fingers start to unbutton Don’s shirt, and Dons hands wander freely over Danny’s broad back and start to tease the edge of the towel.
Mac enters the kitchen just in time to see the towel fall, shortly followed by Don’s shirt and t-shirt.
His thoughts, already focused back on the case, come to an abrupt stop when Don laughs at Danny’s soft curse and Danny’s struggle with his belt.
Danny pulls the belt from Don’s pants and pushes him against Mac. Mac catches him easily and pulls him close.
Don starts to kiss a line along Mac’s neck and down to his shoulder, with Danny’s hands working on his pants. Danny’s knuckles brush sometimes against Mac’s stomach and Don’s hair tickles against his skin, and suddenly, Mac has an idea.
Gently he pulls Don away from his body and says: “You didn’t sneeze so much when we were investigating the case with the tiger.”
Don frowns. “I didn’t count how often I sneezed. I hate cats. All of them.”
Mac’s lips twitch slightly. “You didn’t.”
“I’m not so sure about it, Mac. Cats are simply evil.”
Danny snorts. “What are you, five, Donnie?” he teases.
“I’m not. And don’t call me Donnie, Messer!”
Mac shakes his head. “Actually, you sound a lot like Danny…” he starts, but Danny turns wide eyes and a hurtful expression in his direction. “I don’t…”
His eyes narrow. “You talked to Stella! Mac, that beast…tiger…whatever tried to rip my hand off! Besides, who knows what kind of diseases that…”
He shuts up when Don pulls him close and silences him with a brief kiss.
“Besides, we’re trying to have sex here, and you think about your case,” he finishes his sentence and tries to pout and glare at Mac at the same time.
Mac takes his hand and kisses the scratches softly. “It’s not that bad, Danny,” he says. “Don didn’t sneeze so much with the tiger.”
“You have to be really obsessed to count how often your lover sneezes,” Danny murmurs darkly.
“Long-haired cats are worse than short-haired,” Don adds with a thoughtful expression on his face, and Mac is oddly thankful that he doesn’t need to confess that he can tell how upset about a case Danny can be, simply by counting the number of times he pushes his glasses up his nose.
“The victim had a short-haired cat, but the neighbor had one of those rugs-like things…a Persian cat,” Don continues.
Danny bends down to pick up his towel and Don’s shirt. “So, we’re looking into the neighbor?”
Mac nods and steps back to allow Don to pull on his shirt. “We found cat’s hair that didn’t belong to Fluffy…”
Danny snorts at the name of the cat and Mac gives him a brief smile. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promises.
Danny nods. “What are we waiting for?”
Don picks up his belt and grins at Danny’s state of undress. “We’re waiting for you to get dressed, Danny…don’t know what you’re waiting for.”
Danny smiles at him. “I need a shirt. Mine has cat hair everywhere. I had to catch the thing.”
Mac laughs quietly, but while Danny dresses in one of Don’s shirts, his mind is already busy trying to solve this latest crime.
The end.
Author: Kathie
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: Mac/Danny/Don (CSI:NY)
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Summary: How allergies can help you solve a crime…
***
The second Mac steps on his latest crime scene, an apartment somewhere in the middle of New York, with his crime scene kit in one hand and Danny right behind him, he instinctively knows that something is not good.
He trusts his instincts, but as he methodically sweeps the apartment, taking in the blood and the dead body, the pictures of cats on the walls and the shabby looking furniture, he can see no source of danger.
The uneasy feeling in his gut stays, however.
A throat is cleared uncomfortably behind him, and Mac changes a quick glance with Danny. The officer seems uncomfortable in the presence of so much blood, he’s quite young, but Mac has a job to do, and he can’t concentrate on sick cops, as well.
He simply frowns at the man and picks up a pair of gloves.
“Okay, the victim is Melina Cortez…” Don appears behind them, his pen and pad in his hands, but before he can say anything else but the victim’s name, he sneezes.
And he sneezes again.
Mac bites his tongue until he tastes the coppery tang of blood. The bad feeling he has makes a lot more sense now, and Mac doesn’t like it. Not one bit.
He’s slipping, he has problems keeping the job and his private life apart…
“Stop sneezing on my crime scene,” he says automatically, but his heart is not in it.
Don shrugs apologetically and wipes his sleeve over his face.
Mac knows that Don is allergic to cats; and all the pictures in this apartment, the state of the furniture…he nods softly. “Okay, Flack, back off. I don’t need you here…the victim has a cat. Danny, start processing, and look out for the cat. It may be evidence.”
But while he’s giving his orders, Mac feels his self-hatred rising another notch. He’s slipping, and he knows it. That’s why he had introduced his rules and instilled them on his two lovers, to keep them safe, to force them to concentrate on the job instead of worrying about their relationship. And now, here he is, doing the exact same thing he doesn’t want them to do…worrying when his sub consciousness pointed out the signs of a cat.
Don is allergic to cats.
Mac shakes his head to clear it. It takes a lot of his willpower to concentrate back on the evidence, which includes a frightened cat that hides under the couch and has to be coaxed out by an irritated Danny.
Don comes to the lab a few hours later with new information about their case, and he looks grim enough for Mac to know that there may be a lot of suspects in this Gordian knot of a murder case with no sufficient evidence to solve it easily.
Don follows him to the layout room where Stella is processing a piece of evidence from her own case. She looks up when they enter and smiles at them.
“Alright, Flack, can you check out that boyfriend of hers?” Mac asks and lines up the evidence bags. Before Don can answer the question, he sneezes again.
“Bless you.” Stella says absent-mindedly, and without looking up.
“Okay, that’s it.” Don shakes his head. “I’m outta here…Don’t come near me unless you absolutely need to.”
Mac nods. “Check out the boyfriend,” he calls after him, and Don sneezes again.
Stella looks up with a frown. “What’s wrong with him?” she asks.
Now it’s Mac who concentrates on the evidence spread out in front of him and doesn’t look up, but he explains: “Flack is allergic to cats, and our victim had one.”
Stella nods. “Yeah, Danny told me about it – obviously we’re talking about some kind of small tiger.”
Mac smiles softly. “He’s exaggerating,” he says. “It was a normal cat – he’s just angry because he had to catch it, and it scratched him.”
Stella grins. “Sounds like Danny.”
***
Don sneezes and backs away from Mac and Danny.
“Take of your damn clothes and take a shower before even thinking of coming anywhere near me!” he sniffles.
Danny grins. “You should join us, to make sure we’re really clean, Don,” he suggests.
He stretches out a hand towards Don, but Don takes a quick step back while another sneeze overwhelms him.
“Go!”
Danny laughs, but he allows Mac to pull him into the bathroom and strip him down, and before the usual argument about the water temperature can begin, Mac has his tongue in Danny’s mouth, thereby distracting and silencing him. Danny is soaked to the bones when he finally notices that the water is too hot for his taste.
“Not fair,” he murmurs against Mac’s collarbone. Mac only chuckles and kisses him again, and Danny stops thinking about the water temperature.
When Danny wanders back into the kitchen where Don had fled, a towel, slung low around his hips, is the only thing he’s wearing. His hair sticks up in strange angles where Mac has carded his fingers through, and his lips are stretched in a satisfied grin.
“We’re all clean, you can join us now,” he tells Don and pulls him in a damp embrace.
Nimble fingers start to unbutton Don’s shirt, and Dons hands wander freely over Danny’s broad back and start to tease the edge of the towel.
Mac enters the kitchen just in time to see the towel fall, shortly followed by Don’s shirt and t-shirt.
His thoughts, already focused back on the case, come to an abrupt stop when Don laughs at Danny’s soft curse and Danny’s struggle with his belt.
Danny pulls the belt from Don’s pants and pushes him against Mac. Mac catches him easily and pulls him close.
Don starts to kiss a line along Mac’s neck and down to his shoulder, with Danny’s hands working on his pants. Danny’s knuckles brush sometimes against Mac’s stomach and Don’s hair tickles against his skin, and suddenly, Mac has an idea.
Gently he pulls Don away from his body and says: “You didn’t sneeze so much when we were investigating the case with the tiger.”
Don frowns. “I didn’t count how often I sneezed. I hate cats. All of them.”
Mac’s lips twitch slightly. “You didn’t.”
“I’m not so sure about it, Mac. Cats are simply evil.”
Danny snorts. “What are you, five, Donnie?” he teases.
“I’m not. And don’t call me Donnie, Messer!”
Mac shakes his head. “Actually, you sound a lot like Danny…” he starts, but Danny turns wide eyes and a hurtful expression in his direction. “I don’t…”
His eyes narrow. “You talked to Stella! Mac, that beast…tiger…whatever tried to rip my hand off! Besides, who knows what kind of diseases that…”
He shuts up when Don pulls him close and silences him with a brief kiss.
“Besides, we’re trying to have sex here, and you think about your case,” he finishes his sentence and tries to pout and glare at Mac at the same time.
Mac takes his hand and kisses the scratches softly. “It’s not that bad, Danny,” he says. “Don didn’t sneeze so much with the tiger.”
“You have to be really obsessed to count how often your lover sneezes,” Danny murmurs darkly.
“Long-haired cats are worse than short-haired,” Don adds with a thoughtful expression on his face, and Mac is oddly thankful that he doesn’t need to confess that he can tell how upset about a case Danny can be, simply by counting the number of times he pushes his glasses up his nose.
“The victim had a short-haired cat, but the neighbor had one of those rugs-like things…a Persian cat,” Don continues.
Danny bends down to pick up his towel and Don’s shirt. “So, we’re looking into the neighbor?”
Mac nods and steps back to allow Don to pull on his shirt. “We found cat’s hair that didn’t belong to Fluffy…”
Danny snorts at the name of the cat and Mac gives him a brief smile. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promises.
Danny nods. “What are we waiting for?”
Don picks up his belt and grins at Danny’s state of undress. “We’re waiting for you to get dressed, Danny…don’t know what you’re waiting for.”
Danny smiles at him. “I need a shirt. Mine has cat hair everywhere. I had to catch the thing.”
Mac laughs quietly, but while Danny dresses in one of Don’s shirts, his mind is already busy trying to solve this latest crime.
The end.