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kathierif_fic) wrote2009-05-26 08:28 pm
kathierif_fic) wrote2009-05-26 08:28 pm
Fic: Game Over (CSI:NY, Don Flack/Danny Messer, Don Flack/Danny Messer/Mac Taylor implied, FRT-13)
Title: Game Over
Author: Kathie
Pairing: Don/Danny (MDD implied)
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sadly.
Word Count: 414
Warnings: Character Death…sort of…
Summary: Kill!Lindsay-fic…or not?
Authors Notes: Written while I was sitting in a doctor’s waiting room for two hours…inspired by a comment Ginny made a few days ago…
~*~*~
Lindsay walked quickly down the street. It was a dark alley, and the houses around her were nothing more than black, silent shadows.
Nervously she looked around. She knew that she had to reach the next bigger street and she would be safe, relatively safe, at least.
She frowned. She could hear the sound of breathing behind her, and she could almost feel the warm air against her neck.
She shuddered.
Someone was following her.
Her eyes slowly, methodically glided over the houses around her and over the street before and behind her.
There was nobody.
She made a tentative step forwards and stopped again. This was getting ridiculous.
Another step, and she knew that she was almost there, when she suddenly saw, from the corner of her eye, movement.
She whirled around. Her hand flew to the gun at her side, when she realized who the person was.
“Danny?”
Danny stepped out of the shadows. His face was still hidden, and Lindsay’s frown deepened.
“Danny?” she asked again.
Danny chuckled and lifted his hand.
He was holding a gun.
“Sorry, Montana,” he said
- and shot her.
He watched as she broke down, hit by three of his bullets, and smirked.
“That’s for flirting with Mac,” he simply said.
“I wasn’t flirting with Mac!”
Lindsay turned around to face Danny, who was still grinning.
“Of course you did,” he answered. “Don’t try to deny it. We’ve all seen the evidence.”
He stretched, and the t-shirt he was wearing rode up to reveal a strip of skin.
A toe poked Lindsay in the ribs and distracted her from the sight.
“Ouch!” she turned around and glared at Don, who sat on the couch next to Danny. Don’s hand rested comfortably on Danny’s leg.
“What was that for?” she asked and rubbed her back.
“You want to be shot again?” Don asked and grinned.
“I didn’t flirt with Mac!” Lindsay repeated indignantly.
“You did!” Danny answered and pulled Don closer. Don went willingly and leaned against Danny.
“I didn’t!”
“I don’t want to shoot you for flirting with Mac,” Don interfered quickly. “Danny already did that. Twelve times.”
“Who’s counting? I’m not counting.” Lindsay pouted, but then her grin broke through. “It was only eleven times.”
Don reached over into Danny’s lap. “Twelve. Thirteen by the time I’m done with you.”
Lindsay sighed. “I didn’t flirt with Mac,” she repeated again.
Don grinned wolfishly and restarted the game.
“No, but you were flirting with Danny.”
The End.
Author: Kathie
Pairing: Don/Danny (MDD implied)
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Sadly.
Word Count: 414
Warnings: Character Death…sort of…
Summary: Kill!Lindsay-fic…or not?
Authors Notes: Written while I was sitting in a doctor’s waiting room for two hours…inspired by a comment Ginny made a few days ago…
~*~*~
Lindsay walked quickly down the street. It was a dark alley, and the houses around her were nothing more than black, silent shadows.
Nervously she looked around. She knew that she had to reach the next bigger street and she would be safe, relatively safe, at least.
She frowned. She could hear the sound of breathing behind her, and she could almost feel the warm air against her neck.
She shuddered.
Someone was following her.
Her eyes slowly, methodically glided over the houses around her and over the street before and behind her.
There was nobody.
She made a tentative step forwards and stopped again. This was getting ridiculous.
Another step, and she knew that she was almost there, when she suddenly saw, from the corner of her eye, movement.
She whirled around. Her hand flew to the gun at her side, when she realized who the person was.
“Danny?”
Danny stepped out of the shadows. His face was still hidden, and Lindsay’s frown deepened.
“Danny?” she asked again.
Danny chuckled and lifted his hand.
He was holding a gun.
“Sorry, Montana,” he said
- and shot her.
He watched as she broke down, hit by three of his bullets, and smirked.
“That’s for flirting with Mac,” he simply said.
“I wasn’t flirting with Mac!”
Lindsay turned around to face Danny, who was still grinning.
“Of course you did,” he answered. “Don’t try to deny it. We’ve all seen the evidence.”
He stretched, and the t-shirt he was wearing rode up to reveal a strip of skin.
A toe poked Lindsay in the ribs and distracted her from the sight.
“Ouch!” she turned around and glared at Don, who sat on the couch next to Danny. Don’s hand rested comfortably on Danny’s leg.
“What was that for?” she asked and rubbed her back.
“You want to be shot again?” Don asked and grinned.
“I didn’t flirt with Mac!” Lindsay repeated indignantly.
“You did!” Danny answered and pulled Don closer. Don went willingly and leaned against Danny.
“I didn’t!”
“I don’t want to shoot you for flirting with Mac,” Don interfered quickly. “Danny already did that. Twelve times.”
“Who’s counting? I’m not counting.” Lindsay pouted, but then her grin broke through. “It was only eleven times.”
Don reached over into Danny’s lap. “Twelve. Thirteen by the time I’m done with you.”
Lindsay sighed. “I didn’t flirt with Mac,” she repeated again.
Don grinned wolfishly and restarted the game.
“No, but you were flirting with Danny.”
The End.