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kathierif_ficTitle: Bite And Scratch And Scream All Night
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Warnings: AU, borders on crack...
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: Danny/Lindsay
Disclaimer: All I own is a little fuzzy devil and I’m not giving him away. He wouldn’t want to go anyways.
Summary: Danny has to deal with a supernatural creature on Full Moon, but it’s not a normal lycanthrophe…
Author’s Notes: Title oh-so-obviously stolen from The Cure, “The Love Cats”. For Dee, for answering all those questions about cat hair allergies. Also for Ginny. Because we all love our kitties. Obviously.
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au100, prompt: 45. Moon
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“I didn’t know you had a cat,” Lindsay said as she accepted the long-stemmed glass from Danny and curled her feet under herself on his couch.
Danny shrugged. “He’s been living part-time with me,” he explained and scooped the little black cat up. “He just appeared one day – one night, to be honest – and refused to leave.” He chuckled softly and set the animal back on the ground. “Woke me up, and all neighbors too,” he recalled.
“Really? What did he do?”
Lindsay seemed honestly curious, so Danny settled in the overstuffed chair opposite her. The cat didn’t hesitate and jumped in his lap.
“I have no idea where he came from,” he admitted with a small grimace as his cat started to purr loudly, interrupted by a sneeze. “I woke up in the middle of the night from this howling – first I thought it was the neighbor’s baby. So I went to investigate.”
He ran a hand over the kitten’s back and chuckled. “It was him.”
“And nobody missed a cat?” Lindsay asked and took a sip of her wine.
Danny shook his head. “Nope. Little guy was all alone, didn’t wear a collar or anything, and he walked in here as if he owned the place.”
Lindsay laughed. “I can believe that. The cat I had back in Montana was the same. She was the boss.”
Danny snorted. “He’s not my boss,” he declared.
“It’s funny, I always thought you were more of a dog person,” Lindsay mused and placed her glass on the small table.
Danny didn’t answer. He was busy petting the cat.
“Why didn’t you bring him to a shelter?”
Needle-like claws suddenly dug into Danny’s leg. Danny yelped in pain and carefully pulled the cat off his leg.
“Why should I?” he asked back and set the cat on the floor. “We’re good, he and I.”
Lindsay shrugged and reached a hand out. The cat hesitated, but when she waited patiently, he allowed her to run her fingers over his black fur.
“He isn’t neutered, is he?” Lindsay noted. “You should get that fixed.”
The cat abruptly pulled back and hissed at her. It pulled back and hid behind Danny’s leg before sneezing again.
“Whoa, Montana!” Danny held up his hands. “He understood that!”
“It’s just a cat, Danny,” Lindsay rolled her eyes. “You should really take it to a vet or something.”
Danny shrugged. “We’ll see.”
The cat made a protesting sound and hid under the couch, and Lindsay gave Danny a seductive smile. “Why don’t you come over here, Mr. Messer, and I’ll show you something you want to see?”
Danny laughed. “Sounds like a good idea, Montana.”
Danny sighed and wrapped his arms tightly around himself. He was cold, he was tired, he wanted to go back to bed, maybe finish what he and Lindsay had started, but instead, he stood in his kitchen, freezing his ass off, and talking to a cat.
“You can’t be serious,” he muttered again and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The cat, sitting on top of a cupboard, meowed softly and sneezed once.
“Don, I’m cold, I have a girl in my bedroom, come on, get down. I promise she won’t hurt you. And there will be no vet or anything,” he tried again. He could have cheered when the cat stood and stretched languidly before walking slowly to the edge and looking down to him.
He didn’t even mind that it sneezed on him, again, he was just glad that it seemed to listen to him, when suddenly, the cat hissed and pulled back.
“Danny? Why did you name your cat Don? I thought Flack was allergic to cats.”
Danny froze.
The cat sneezed again.
“Blue eyes,” he finally managed to say. “He looks like Do – like Flack. It’s just fitting.”
He shrugged embarrassedly. “It was the first thing coming to my mind,” he then said.
“Okay…are you coming back to bed?”
Danny closed his eyes and counted to five. “In a moment,” he then answered. “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll just get Houdini here off the shelf first.”
“He will climb back up, you know,” Lindsay said, but to Danny’s great relief she went back to the bedroom.
“Get your ass off my shelves, or I’m going to give you a bath,” Danny hissed and reached out for the cat. “You so owe me for this, Flack!”
The cat tilted its head to one side and started purring, but it didn’t made a single move to get off the shelf.
Danny sighed. “Sorry, man,” he then said. “But I don’t trust you with food. Especially when you’re like this.”
The cat meowed softly.
“Don’t give me that look,” Danny firmly said. “Come on, you can sleep on the couch. Please, Don.”
Finally, the cat jumped off the shelf and walked into the living room. Danny was remotely sure that he would amuse himself playing with the pool balls, but he was too tired to care.
It wasn’t fair, anyways, he thought darkly while walking back to his bed and crawling under the sheets. His best friend got bitten by a werecat – and how absurd was that, to begin with? And he, Danny, had to suffer the consequences. He knew, of course, that Don didn’t do this on purpose. Danny knew just as well as Lindsay that Don Flack was allergic to cat hair, and it made the whole situation even more unbearable for both of them. If he thought a human Don Flack with watery, red eyes, a scratchy throat and a foul mood was bad, he hadn’t been prepared to deal with a feline, sneezing Don Flack with the same symptoms, who was basically allergic to himself, at least for two nights every month.
He sighed again. Lindsay had fallen asleep, and maybe that was for the best. He had almost slipped up and given away Don’s secret today. He could almost be sure that Don wouldn’t remember it once he turned back to his human self, but it was Danny's responsibility to keep him safe during the full moon nights, and this had been too close.
He sighed again. Don claimed that he only had fuzzy memories of the nights he spent as a cat, and having experienced him early in the morning after transforming, Danny tended to believe him. Nobody could fake that level of confusion and disorientation so well, especially not Don. Danny knew the man, after all.
He would have to think of something to tell to Lindsay as to why Don was at his place early on a Saturday morning, when they both were off. There was no way in hell he could tell her the truth.
He had just started to doze off when the door was gently pushed open, and only moments later, something small and light jumped on his bed.
Danny sighed.
“Get your ass off my bed,” he muttered. “Or I’m going to give you a bath!” He switched on his bedside lamp and poked the cat that had sprawled out on top of his blankets with a toe.
Don rolled around and looked at Danny’s blanket-covered foot in sudden interest.
“You! Off!” Danny ordered in a soft hiss and poked again.
Don pounced.
Danny bit his lip sharply to stop himself from howling in pain at the needle-like claws digging through the blanket and into his foot.
“Shit,” he hissed.
“Mrow?”
The cat looked at him innocently, its front paws still wrapped around Danny’s foot.
“I hear cat tastes just like chicken,” Danny hissed.
The little black cat tilted its head to one side and gave Danny a thoughtful look from big, blueish eyes before it experimentally started to purr.
“I hate you,” Danny murmured.
The tip of Don’s tail trembled, and then he pounced on Danny’s other foot with a mixture of a growl and purr. He only released Danny’s toes when he had to sneeze again.
“That’s it,” Danny fumed and grabbed him at the scruff of his neck. He ignored the indignant squeak of protest as he carried the cat to the bathroom and dropped him without hesitating into the sink, before going back to bed.
Danny woke up. It was the middle of the night, he knew that without searching for his glasses, which were most probably on the floor anyways, and checking his alarm. For a second, he didn’t know what had woken him up, because, despite the fact that it was a full moon, there was no howling in front of his door or windows that indicated that Don was bored and wanted in or out.
He sleepily wondered what else could have woken him up. It hadn't been Lindsay. She was sleeping peacefully next to him, her head pillowed on his shoulder.
A furry soft touch to his cheek, and suddenly something – Don – purred in his ear and started to – Danny had no idea what exactly Don was doing, and if he hadn’t been so tired, he was sure he would have moved and stopped the little tiger. As it was, he just laid there and let him attack his hair with teeth and tongue while dozing off again.
“I’m not talking to you,” Danny said quietly without turning his head towards the cat. It was unbelievable that something so small needed so much space on a bed, but Don had managed to kick him out of his own bed without even waking up.
“Mrow?”
“Not talking to you,” he repeated firmly and switched to another channel.
The cat butted its head against his leg firmly, and when Danny didn’t react, it repeated the action.
Finally Danny sighed. “I’m angry at you, Chewie,” he said conversationally and picked the cat up. “What did you do to my hair?”
The blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the cat squirmed in Danny’s careful grip.
“What, you don’t like Chewie?” Danny asked and settled the cat on his lap. “Then stop trying to rip me apart. Or my relationships.”
The cat purred happily, sneezed, and turned around in Danny’s lap until it found the perfect position and flopped down.
“What am I going to do with you?” Danny sighed and ran a single finger over the silky fur. “You’re a monster.”
The cat only purred louder and hooked its claws in Danny’s leg.
“Fuck!” Danny yelped and quickly lifted Don up again. “Don’t do that!” He glanced at the clock. “It’s just half an hour until sunrise anyways. Go, play with your badge. You’re not going to be in my lap when you change back!”
He dropped Don to the floor and rubbed the area where he had scratched him carefully.
“Mrow?” the cat said and jumped back on the couch. Pretending that nothing had happened, he calmly climbed back into Danny’s lap and sneezed.
Lindsay woke up from the sound of voices. She blinked at the warm sunlight falling into a bedroom that became more and more familiar.
The voices sounded familiar too, she thought with a soft smile. She recognized Danny’s, sounding gruffly and tired, and she remembered that she’d woken up several times during the night because Danny was moving, or talking to the cat.
She shook her head bemusedly as she selected one of Danny’s t-shirts and a pair of trackpants, slipped them on and left the bedroom.
Danny was pouring coffee into cups. He looked as tired as he sounded, she noticed. His glasses were knocked slightly askew, his hair looked like he’d accidentally touched an electrical socket, and there were fresh scratches on his arms and feet. Opposite him was Don, and he didn’t look much better.
“Morning,” she greeted and stepped up to Danny to kiss him.
Don groaned and dropped his head in his hands.
“Rough night?” Lindsay smirked and stole Danny’s cup of coffee.
“You have no idea,” Don muttered, and Danny made a strangled sound before pushing a glass of water and another cup towards the tall detective.
Lindsay smiled. “Where’s the cat?” she asked and looked around, as if she expected it to jump from under the furniture.
Danny shrugged. “At its secondary home,” he explained easily and frowned at Don. “You really don’t look too good, man.”
“Secondary home?” Lindsay repeated.
“Shared custody,” Danny explained with a perfectly serious expression on his face. “I’m a bad parent, so I only get to see him every fourth week or so.”
He glanced at his watch. “Come on, Flack,” he then said. “I’ll have to kick your ass today!”
He kissed Lindsay’s forehead and picked up the basketball.
Lindsay shook her head in bewilderment as she watched them leave, but it wasn’t until much later that she noticed that Flack had been wearing one of Danny’s t-shirts…
The End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Warnings: AU, borders on crack...
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: Danny/Lindsay
Disclaimer: All I own is a little fuzzy devil and I’m not giving him away. He wouldn’t want to go anyways.
Summary: Danny has to deal with a supernatural creature on Full Moon, but it’s not a normal lycanthrophe…
Author’s Notes: Title oh-so-obviously stolen from The Cure, “The Love Cats”. For Dee, for answering all those questions about cat hair allergies. Also for Ginny. Because we all love our kitties. Obviously.
Challenge:
au100, prompt: 45. Moon***
“I didn’t know you had a cat,” Lindsay said as she accepted the long-stemmed glass from Danny and curled her feet under herself on his couch.
Danny shrugged. “He’s been living part-time with me,” he explained and scooped the little black cat up. “He just appeared one day – one night, to be honest – and refused to leave.” He chuckled softly and set the animal back on the ground. “Woke me up, and all neighbors too,” he recalled.
“Really? What did he do?”
Lindsay seemed honestly curious, so Danny settled in the overstuffed chair opposite her. The cat didn’t hesitate and jumped in his lap.
“I have no idea where he came from,” he admitted with a small grimace as his cat started to purr loudly, interrupted by a sneeze. “I woke up in the middle of the night from this howling – first I thought it was the neighbor’s baby. So I went to investigate.”
He ran a hand over the kitten’s back and chuckled. “It was him.”
“And nobody missed a cat?” Lindsay asked and took a sip of her wine.
Danny shook his head. “Nope. Little guy was all alone, didn’t wear a collar or anything, and he walked in here as if he owned the place.”
Lindsay laughed. “I can believe that. The cat I had back in Montana was the same. She was the boss.”
Danny snorted. “He’s not my boss,” he declared.
“It’s funny, I always thought you were more of a dog person,” Lindsay mused and placed her glass on the small table.
Danny didn’t answer. He was busy petting the cat.
“Why didn’t you bring him to a shelter?”
Needle-like claws suddenly dug into Danny’s leg. Danny yelped in pain and carefully pulled the cat off his leg.
“Why should I?” he asked back and set the cat on the floor. “We’re good, he and I.”
Lindsay shrugged and reached a hand out. The cat hesitated, but when she waited patiently, he allowed her to run her fingers over his black fur.
“He isn’t neutered, is he?” Lindsay noted. “You should get that fixed.”
The cat abruptly pulled back and hissed at her. It pulled back and hid behind Danny’s leg before sneezing again.
“Whoa, Montana!” Danny held up his hands. “He understood that!”
“It’s just a cat, Danny,” Lindsay rolled her eyes. “You should really take it to a vet or something.”
Danny shrugged. “We’ll see.”
The cat made a protesting sound and hid under the couch, and Lindsay gave Danny a seductive smile. “Why don’t you come over here, Mr. Messer, and I’ll show you something you want to see?”
Danny laughed. “Sounds like a good idea, Montana.”
Danny sighed and wrapped his arms tightly around himself. He was cold, he was tired, he wanted to go back to bed, maybe finish what he and Lindsay had started, but instead, he stood in his kitchen, freezing his ass off, and talking to a cat.
“You can’t be serious,” he muttered again and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The cat, sitting on top of a cupboard, meowed softly and sneezed once.
“Don, I’m cold, I have a girl in my bedroom, come on, get down. I promise she won’t hurt you. And there will be no vet or anything,” he tried again. He could have cheered when the cat stood and stretched languidly before walking slowly to the edge and looking down to him.
He didn’t even mind that it sneezed on him, again, he was just glad that it seemed to listen to him, when suddenly, the cat hissed and pulled back.
“Danny? Why did you name your cat Don? I thought Flack was allergic to cats.”
Danny froze.
The cat sneezed again.
“Blue eyes,” he finally managed to say. “He looks like Do – like Flack. It’s just fitting.”
He shrugged embarrassedly. “It was the first thing coming to my mind,” he then said.
“Okay…are you coming back to bed?”
Danny closed his eyes and counted to five. “In a moment,” he then answered. “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll just get Houdini here off the shelf first.”
“He will climb back up, you know,” Lindsay said, but to Danny’s great relief she went back to the bedroom.
“Get your ass off my shelves, or I’m going to give you a bath,” Danny hissed and reached out for the cat. “You so owe me for this, Flack!”
The cat tilted its head to one side and started purring, but it didn’t made a single move to get off the shelf.
Danny sighed. “Sorry, man,” he then said. “But I don’t trust you with food. Especially when you’re like this.”
The cat meowed softly.
“Don’t give me that look,” Danny firmly said. “Come on, you can sleep on the couch. Please, Don.”
Finally, the cat jumped off the shelf and walked into the living room. Danny was remotely sure that he would amuse himself playing with the pool balls, but he was too tired to care.
It wasn’t fair, anyways, he thought darkly while walking back to his bed and crawling under the sheets. His best friend got bitten by a werecat – and how absurd was that, to begin with? And he, Danny, had to suffer the consequences. He knew, of course, that Don didn’t do this on purpose. Danny knew just as well as Lindsay that Don Flack was allergic to cat hair, and it made the whole situation even more unbearable for both of them. If he thought a human Don Flack with watery, red eyes, a scratchy throat and a foul mood was bad, he hadn’t been prepared to deal with a feline, sneezing Don Flack with the same symptoms, who was basically allergic to himself, at least for two nights every month.
He sighed again. Lindsay had fallen asleep, and maybe that was for the best. He had almost slipped up and given away Don’s secret today. He could almost be sure that Don wouldn’t remember it once he turned back to his human self, but it was Danny's responsibility to keep him safe during the full moon nights, and this had been too close.
He sighed again. Don claimed that he only had fuzzy memories of the nights he spent as a cat, and having experienced him early in the morning after transforming, Danny tended to believe him. Nobody could fake that level of confusion and disorientation so well, especially not Don. Danny knew the man, after all.
He would have to think of something to tell to Lindsay as to why Don was at his place early on a Saturday morning, when they both were off. There was no way in hell he could tell her the truth.
He had just started to doze off when the door was gently pushed open, and only moments later, something small and light jumped on his bed.
Danny sighed.
“Get your ass off my bed,” he muttered. “Or I’m going to give you a bath!” He switched on his bedside lamp and poked the cat that had sprawled out on top of his blankets with a toe.
Don rolled around and looked at Danny’s blanket-covered foot in sudden interest.
“You! Off!” Danny ordered in a soft hiss and poked again.
Don pounced.
Danny bit his lip sharply to stop himself from howling in pain at the needle-like claws digging through the blanket and into his foot.
“Shit,” he hissed.
“Mrow?”
The cat looked at him innocently, its front paws still wrapped around Danny’s foot.
“I hear cat tastes just like chicken,” Danny hissed.
The little black cat tilted its head to one side and gave Danny a thoughtful look from big, blueish eyes before it experimentally started to purr.
“I hate you,” Danny murmured.
The tip of Don’s tail trembled, and then he pounced on Danny’s other foot with a mixture of a growl and purr. He only released Danny’s toes when he had to sneeze again.
“That’s it,” Danny fumed and grabbed him at the scruff of his neck. He ignored the indignant squeak of protest as he carried the cat to the bathroom and dropped him without hesitating into the sink, before going back to bed.
Danny woke up. It was the middle of the night, he knew that without searching for his glasses, which were most probably on the floor anyways, and checking his alarm. For a second, he didn’t know what had woken him up, because, despite the fact that it was a full moon, there was no howling in front of his door or windows that indicated that Don was bored and wanted in or out.
He sleepily wondered what else could have woken him up. It hadn't been Lindsay. She was sleeping peacefully next to him, her head pillowed on his shoulder.
A furry soft touch to his cheek, and suddenly something – Don – purred in his ear and started to – Danny had no idea what exactly Don was doing, and if he hadn’t been so tired, he was sure he would have moved and stopped the little tiger. As it was, he just laid there and let him attack his hair with teeth and tongue while dozing off again.
“I’m not talking to you,” Danny said quietly without turning his head towards the cat. It was unbelievable that something so small needed so much space on a bed, but Don had managed to kick him out of his own bed without even waking up.
“Mrow?”
“Not talking to you,” he repeated firmly and switched to another channel.
The cat butted its head against his leg firmly, and when Danny didn’t react, it repeated the action.
Finally Danny sighed. “I’m angry at you, Chewie,” he said conversationally and picked the cat up. “What did you do to my hair?”
The blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the cat squirmed in Danny’s careful grip.
“What, you don’t like Chewie?” Danny asked and settled the cat on his lap. “Then stop trying to rip me apart. Or my relationships.”
The cat purred happily, sneezed, and turned around in Danny’s lap until it found the perfect position and flopped down.
“What am I going to do with you?” Danny sighed and ran a single finger over the silky fur. “You’re a monster.”
The cat only purred louder and hooked its claws in Danny’s leg.
“Fuck!” Danny yelped and quickly lifted Don up again. “Don’t do that!” He glanced at the clock. “It’s just half an hour until sunrise anyways. Go, play with your badge. You’re not going to be in my lap when you change back!”
He dropped Don to the floor and rubbed the area where he had scratched him carefully.
“Mrow?” the cat said and jumped back on the couch. Pretending that nothing had happened, he calmly climbed back into Danny’s lap and sneezed.
Lindsay woke up from the sound of voices. She blinked at the warm sunlight falling into a bedroom that became more and more familiar.
The voices sounded familiar too, she thought with a soft smile. She recognized Danny’s, sounding gruffly and tired, and she remembered that she’d woken up several times during the night because Danny was moving, or talking to the cat.
She shook her head bemusedly as she selected one of Danny’s t-shirts and a pair of trackpants, slipped them on and left the bedroom.
Danny was pouring coffee into cups. He looked as tired as he sounded, she noticed. His glasses were knocked slightly askew, his hair looked like he’d accidentally touched an electrical socket, and there were fresh scratches on his arms and feet. Opposite him was Don, and he didn’t look much better.
“Morning,” she greeted and stepped up to Danny to kiss him.
Don groaned and dropped his head in his hands.
“Rough night?” Lindsay smirked and stole Danny’s cup of coffee.
“You have no idea,” Don muttered, and Danny made a strangled sound before pushing a glass of water and another cup towards the tall detective.
Lindsay smiled. “Where’s the cat?” she asked and looked around, as if she expected it to jump from under the furniture.
Danny shrugged. “At its secondary home,” he explained easily and frowned at Don. “You really don’t look too good, man.”
“Secondary home?” Lindsay repeated.
“Shared custody,” Danny explained with a perfectly serious expression on his face. “I’m a bad parent, so I only get to see him every fourth week or so.”
He glanced at his watch. “Come on, Flack,” he then said. “I’ll have to kick your ass today!”
He kissed Lindsay’s forehead and picked up the basketball.
Lindsay shook her head in bewilderment as she watched them leave, but it wasn’t until much later that she noticed that Flack had been wearing one of Danny’s t-shirts…
The End.