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Fic: Ten Minutes (CSINY, MDD; FRT-13)
Title: Ten Minutes
Author: mini!me (seriously?)
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: MDD (No, I will not stop. I love this pairing.)
Rating: FRT-13
Warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Oh, man. Oh man. If those characters were mine, I would...do things. Yes. Things. No more of this "this is the best season ever" stuff. Also, the DVDs would have audio commentaries and more extras. Not that I'm complaining...
Summary: Don's in the hospital.
A/Ns: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hc_bingo for the prompt "hospital stay". So I said I wasn't going to finish anything for this and now look at me being idiotically productive on the last day of december. Fuck insomnia.
"Guys, I'm fine."
Danny frowned hard at Don's pale body as he stepped closer to him. "You don't look all that fine, man," he said, his voice unexpectedly soft.
Don grimaced and shifted slightly. he was dressed in a hospital gown, his skin looked paperthin and bruised next to the fabric. A line of black stitches disappeared in his hairline, his right hand was in a cast and resting on the sheet next to his hip.
"Yeah, I know, but trust me, I'm fine," Don repeated, his voice a little stronger than it had been the first time he'd said it. "Please tell me you're here to take me home." He turned hopeful eyes past Danny, to Mac, who had remained silent so far.
Mac snorted softly and lifted his crime scene kit before putting it onto one of the chairs by the bed. He snapped it open and pulled out a pair of gloves.
"First I need to process you, and it would be interesting to know how a handcuffed suspect in custody managed to overwhelm three officers, injure two of them, and escape from the precinct, only to break down five blocks down the street without apparent cause."
"Hell if I knew," Don replied and watched as Mac stepped closer to him. "Most of it is a little hazy after he slammed my head into the table and stomped on my wrist. He was calm and reasonable and suddenly, he went crazy."
"Go back further," Danny ordered and perched down on the edge of the second chair. "To the beginning."
DDon shifted again, a grimace of pain flittering across his face as he tried to get a little more comfortable on the hospital bed.
"Really?" he asked. "We have to do this now? You can't take me home and let me get some sleep and some real food first?"
Mac shook his head. "There was some residue on his fingers," he said and carefully tilted Don's head forwards. his hands were slow and methodical as he brushed them through Don's hair, but he let one of them slide gently down and rest against his shoulder without pulling any attention to it.
Don sighed softly. He'd known as soon as he'd seen Danny and Mac that there was this process to go through, and if he was honest with himself, he would have been disappointed if they had let their personal feelings get in the way of a crime investigation. It didn't stop him from wishing fiercely that he could leave the hospital already and go home.
"Suspect was brought in for questioning late this morning as a potential witness of the Wilkerson-murder, you know, the case with the drugs' dealer," he started with a glance at Danny. Danny had been the CSI in charge in that case. "I started asking some questions, nothing serious, you know. Name, address, that kind of stuff. He was quiet at first. Polite. And suddenly, without apparent reason, he got agitated. Got out of his cuffs and went berserk." He glanced up through his lashes at Mac. "He tossed Jones across the room and managed to get a hold of me before any of us could do more than think about going for our guns, Mac. I don't know. It's like he suddenly turned into Hulk." He glanced down at his hands. "How's Jones?"
"He's doing okay," Danny replied and pulled the camera out of Mac's case. "Jo's taking his statement right now."
"Hm." Don lifted his hand and let Danny take pictures of the fingershaped bruises that were starting to develop on his neck and arms. "I hate hospitals, and you guys know it."
"I know." Danny lowered the camera. "Tell you what, we finish here and then we try to find a doctor to get you released as soon as possible, okay?"
"What happened then?" Mac interrupted, not stopping what he was doing.
"I don't know, Mac. I passed out. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground, someone is stepping on my wrist, and bloody hell has broken loose." Don grimaced slightly. "Did you at least bring me some clothes? It's always cold in hospitals. Especially ERs."
"That's on purpose, to stop bacteria from spreading," Danny pointed out and took a picture of the neat line of stitches holding Don's forehead together.
"I hit the edge of the table." Don frowned slightly. "He grabbed me."
"Concussing you, yeah." Danny gave Mac a quick glance.
"It's not that bad. Just a headache." Don shook his head slightly. "I'm cold. I'm just hanging around here and not doing anything useful. It's frustrating. Let me at least go home."
"You'll be doing a lot of hanging around and not doing anything," Mac pointed out and took off his gloves, just to brush his fingers against Don's shoulder again. "At least until your wrist heals."
"Or the concussion," Danny added darkly before lacing his fingers with Don's, tightening his grip slightly as if he was afraid Don would disappear if he didn't hold on to him tight enough.
Don managed a small smile at both of them. "I'm fine, guys," he repeated quietly. "I just really don't like hospitals. The smells. The sounds." He grimaced again. "The pain."
"You will take that home with you, you know that, right?" Danny shook his head with fond amuement and disentangled his hand. "Let me check if they'd be willing to let us take you home today, okay?"
"Yes, please." Don exhaled sharply. "If it's possible."
Mac settled his hand on Don's shoulderblade again, steadying him for a second before he brushed the same hand down the length of his spine in an obvious caress. If anyone besides them had been there, Mac would have been unable to explain it away as anything but what it was.
"You're not going home," he said firmly. Danny stopped mid-step to look at him, seeking his eyes to find out what to do, and Mac shook his head slightly in an attempt to signal to him that everything was all right.
"You'll be staying with me," he continued and bent down, to get the plastic bag from the bottom of his kit. He'd gone by the precinct, to process the scene there and to stop at Don's locker and get his extra clothes.
Danny laughed as he left, and Mac quietly laid out the shirt and pants, ready to help Don into them and into his shoes as soon as Danny came back with the okay from the doctors. Mac had no doubt about them letting Don go, and he wanted to get the younger man out of the hospital as quickly as possible.
Don watched him silently before he said, "I'm fine, Mac."
"I know." Mac straightened and gave him a small, private smile. "But you gave all of us quite a scare there, and now you'll have to deal with the consequences of that - us hovering for the next few days at least."
Don smiled back at him. "I think I can do that," he said. "I just want to get out of here." He shook his head. "I know it's stupid."
"A little," Mac said and smoothed his thumb over the sharp corner of his elbow.
"But after everything...almost getting blown up, Jess, Danny's back injury..." Don swallowed and shook his head. "I really don't like hospitals."
"I know." Mac's thumb swept across Don's skin again. "I'm sure they'll let you go soon. Ten minutes, if Danny manages to charm the nurses. And then I'm going to take you home."
"Home." Don nodded and allowed his tense muscles to relax as much as it was possible. "Home sounds good."
"My home," Mac clarified, his voice quiet.
"Still sounds good." Don exhaled. Ten minutes he could do. He could even do more, if he had to. He just didn't like hospitals, that was all, even when he knew how much good they did and how much good they had done for him, personally, already. He owed his life to Mac and medicine, and he hadn't forgotten about that.
It didn't stop him from wanting to go home, and letting Mac and Danny take proper care of him.
Author: mini!me (seriously?)
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: MDD (No, I will not stop. I love this pairing.)
Rating: FRT-13
Warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Oh, man. Oh man. If those characters were mine, I would...do things. Yes. Things. No more of this "this is the best season ever" stuff. Also, the DVDs would have audio commentaries and more extras. Not that I'm complaining...
Summary: Don's in the hospital.
A/Ns: Written for
hc_bingo for the prompt "hospital stay". So I said I wasn't going to finish anything for this and now look at me being idiotically productive on the last day of december. Fuck insomnia."Guys, I'm fine."
Danny frowned hard at Don's pale body as he stepped closer to him. "You don't look all that fine, man," he said, his voice unexpectedly soft.
Don grimaced and shifted slightly. he was dressed in a hospital gown, his skin looked paperthin and bruised next to the fabric. A line of black stitches disappeared in his hairline, his right hand was in a cast and resting on the sheet next to his hip.
"Yeah, I know, but trust me, I'm fine," Don repeated, his voice a little stronger than it had been the first time he'd said it. "Please tell me you're here to take me home." He turned hopeful eyes past Danny, to Mac, who had remained silent so far.
Mac snorted softly and lifted his crime scene kit before putting it onto one of the chairs by the bed. He snapped it open and pulled out a pair of gloves.
"First I need to process you, and it would be interesting to know how a handcuffed suspect in custody managed to overwhelm three officers, injure two of them, and escape from the precinct, only to break down five blocks down the street without apparent cause."
"Hell if I knew," Don replied and watched as Mac stepped closer to him. "Most of it is a little hazy after he slammed my head into the table and stomped on my wrist. He was calm and reasonable and suddenly, he went crazy."
"Go back further," Danny ordered and perched down on the edge of the second chair. "To the beginning."
DDon shifted again, a grimace of pain flittering across his face as he tried to get a little more comfortable on the hospital bed.
"Really?" he asked. "We have to do this now? You can't take me home and let me get some sleep and some real food first?"
Mac shook his head. "There was some residue on his fingers," he said and carefully tilted Don's head forwards. his hands were slow and methodical as he brushed them through Don's hair, but he let one of them slide gently down and rest against his shoulder without pulling any attention to it.
Don sighed softly. He'd known as soon as he'd seen Danny and Mac that there was this process to go through, and if he was honest with himself, he would have been disappointed if they had let their personal feelings get in the way of a crime investigation. It didn't stop him from wishing fiercely that he could leave the hospital already and go home.
"Suspect was brought in for questioning late this morning as a potential witness of the Wilkerson-murder, you know, the case with the drugs' dealer," he started with a glance at Danny. Danny had been the CSI in charge in that case. "I started asking some questions, nothing serious, you know. Name, address, that kind of stuff. He was quiet at first. Polite. And suddenly, without apparent reason, he got agitated. Got out of his cuffs and went berserk." He glanced up through his lashes at Mac. "He tossed Jones across the room and managed to get a hold of me before any of us could do more than think about going for our guns, Mac. I don't know. It's like he suddenly turned into Hulk." He glanced down at his hands. "How's Jones?"
"He's doing okay," Danny replied and pulled the camera out of Mac's case. "Jo's taking his statement right now."
"Hm." Don lifted his hand and let Danny take pictures of the fingershaped bruises that were starting to develop on his neck and arms. "I hate hospitals, and you guys know it."
"I know." Danny lowered the camera. "Tell you what, we finish here and then we try to find a doctor to get you released as soon as possible, okay?"
"What happened then?" Mac interrupted, not stopping what he was doing.
"I don't know, Mac. I passed out. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground, someone is stepping on my wrist, and bloody hell has broken loose." Don grimaced slightly. "Did you at least bring me some clothes? It's always cold in hospitals. Especially ERs."
"That's on purpose, to stop bacteria from spreading," Danny pointed out and took a picture of the neat line of stitches holding Don's forehead together.
"I hit the edge of the table." Don frowned slightly. "He grabbed me."
"Concussing you, yeah." Danny gave Mac a quick glance.
"It's not that bad. Just a headache." Don shook his head slightly. "I'm cold. I'm just hanging around here and not doing anything useful. It's frustrating. Let me at least go home."
"You'll be doing a lot of hanging around and not doing anything," Mac pointed out and took off his gloves, just to brush his fingers against Don's shoulder again. "At least until your wrist heals."
"Or the concussion," Danny added darkly before lacing his fingers with Don's, tightening his grip slightly as if he was afraid Don would disappear if he didn't hold on to him tight enough.
Don managed a small smile at both of them. "I'm fine, guys," he repeated quietly. "I just really don't like hospitals. The smells. The sounds." He grimaced again. "The pain."
"You will take that home with you, you know that, right?" Danny shook his head with fond amuement and disentangled his hand. "Let me check if they'd be willing to let us take you home today, okay?"
"Yes, please." Don exhaled sharply. "If it's possible."
Mac settled his hand on Don's shoulderblade again, steadying him for a second before he brushed the same hand down the length of his spine in an obvious caress. If anyone besides them had been there, Mac would have been unable to explain it away as anything but what it was.
"You're not going home," he said firmly. Danny stopped mid-step to look at him, seeking his eyes to find out what to do, and Mac shook his head slightly in an attempt to signal to him that everything was all right.
"You'll be staying with me," he continued and bent down, to get the plastic bag from the bottom of his kit. He'd gone by the precinct, to process the scene there and to stop at Don's locker and get his extra clothes.
Danny laughed as he left, and Mac quietly laid out the shirt and pants, ready to help Don into them and into his shoes as soon as Danny came back with the okay from the doctors. Mac had no doubt about them letting Don go, and he wanted to get the younger man out of the hospital as quickly as possible.
Don watched him silently before he said, "I'm fine, Mac."
"I know." Mac straightened and gave him a small, private smile. "But you gave all of us quite a scare there, and now you'll have to deal with the consequences of that - us hovering for the next few days at least."
Don smiled back at him. "I think I can do that," he said. "I just want to get out of here." He shook his head. "I know it's stupid."
"A little," Mac said and smoothed his thumb over the sharp corner of his elbow.
"But after everything...almost getting blown up, Jess, Danny's back injury..." Don swallowed and shook his head. "I really don't like hospitals."
"I know." Mac's thumb swept across Don's skin again. "I'm sure they'll let you go soon. Ten minutes, if Danny manages to charm the nurses. And then I'm going to take you home."
"Home." Don nodded and allowed his tense muscles to relax as much as it was possible. "Home sounds good."
"My home," Mac clarified, his voice quiet.
"Still sounds good." Don exhaled. Ten minutes he could do. He could even do more, if he had to. He just didn't like hospitals, that was all, even when he knew how much good they did and how much good they had done for him, personally, already. He owed his life to Mac and medicine, and he hadn't forgotten about that.
It didn't stop him from wanting to go home, and letting Mac and Danny take proper care of him.