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Fic: Surprises (Crossover CSI:NY/Forrest Gump, Mac Taylor/Don Flack/Danny Messer, FRM)
Title: Surprises
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY (seriously, it’s not the only fandom I’m writing in…)
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: CSI:NY and Lt. Dan? Last time I checked, they were not mine. I don’t suppose that had changed in the last five minutes…
Summary: (almost) Piercings, Pets and Lt. Dan…
Authors Notes: Thanks to Ginny for the help with the piercing bunny…and with the pet bunny…and the strange smilies…and of course the helping all over all…Thanks.
It was his birthday, and as far as Mac was concerned, it was a good one: he had woken up when his alarm clock had rung, after a night without nightmares, without Danny kicking him because he had his own nightmares, and without Don stealing the blankets (which was only a small annoyance, anyways, because Don himself usually slept wrapped around Mac, which kept him warm enough during the nights. Mac had no idea how Don managed to wrap himself so completely in the blankets while sleeping and almost not moving.)
The alarm had woken them up an hour earlier than usual because one of them – Don or Danny, Mac wasn’t sure, and he resisted the temptation to dust the thing for fingerprints – had forgotten to re-set it to the usual time, and his lovers had used the additional time to give him a “perfect orgasm” for his birthday.
Work had been slow and easy, and Mac had been able to catch up on his paperwork. He didn’t even mind the spontaneous surprise party they had thrown him in the break room.
And now he was home, standing in his kitchen with his hands up to the elbows in soapy water. He was doing the dishes, while his team – his friends, his family – was assembled in the living room, after a wonderful home-made birthday dinner.
Mac would have preferred to spend the evening alone, with his lovers and a movie, but he knew Stella. Stella never would let him get away with that. She was a firm believer that nobody should be alone on their birthday, and Mac still hadn’t found the right opportunity to tell her that he had two lovers who would take care of him.
Inviting the whole team for dinner had effectively stopped her from throwing him a surprise party, and Mac was really grateful that Danny had told him about Stella’s plan.
The ringing of his phone interrupted his musings.
“Can someone please answer that?” he called out, because it could be a crime scene, or something equally important, and Mac was always on call.
Stella gave an affirmative sound and grabbed the phone before anyone else could do so.
“Yeah?” she asked. Mac entered the room just in time to see her eyebrows lifting and a grin forming on her face.
“Stella Bonasera,” she said now. “He’s here…wait, I check…Mackie?”
For a split second, there was no sound coming from anybody. Then Danny snorted loudly. Don grimaced as if he was in pain – maybe he was, Mac thought, if he had seen right and Danny had elbowed him in the ribs.
Mac roughly dried his hands on a kitchen towel before using it to hit Danny lightly over the head while taking the phone from Stella. “Hi Uncle Dan…how’s Aunt Susan? Yeah…”
As soon as he left the room and pulled the door to the bedroom shut behind him, Stella started to giggle uncontrollably, and Danny was slipping off the couch because he was laughing so hard.
Don’s head turned an alarming red, but he couldn’t stop laughing and coughing.
The whole situation was just absurd.
Mac returned a few minutes later. By then, Sheldon had started to consider CPR for Don, because no human could turn so red without risking serious damage to his blood vessels.
Mac frowned at his laughing co-workers. “What’s so funny?” he asked and sat down next to Don – Danny was still on the floor and he didn’t look as if he planned on reclaiming his seat anytime soon.
“You are…Mackie,” Stella gasped and wiped tears off her face.
Mac shrugged. He didn’t get what was so funny about it. “It’s an old nickname.”
“It so doesn’t fit you,” Stella managed to get out before collapsing back into the cushions.
“He always calls me Mackie,” Mac explained and narrowed his eyes. “And you don’t need to tell that to everybody in the lab.”
Stella tried to look innocent. “Absolutely,” she agreed, but the spark in her eyes told him a completely different story. His eye roll sparked new laughter from all of them, and he started to consider letting Don and Danny sleep on the couch tonight.
Danny touched his leg briefly in an innocent looking gesture. He was still howling with laughter, which made it hard to understand him, but Mac did nonetheless. But then, he also understood Danny when he tried to talk with his mouth full. His thoughts returned to the morning, and he decided to let at least Danny in his bed tonight.
“You should see your face right now.”
Lindsay gave up her feeble attempts to bite back her own laughter at Danny’s comment, and Hawkes tried to calm down enough to slap Don on the back and to stop the coughing with it.
“Let me tell you, Uncle Dan…the man knows how to use a cane. It’s not very smart to start a fight with him.”
Danny turned serious again. “With a little help from my friends?” he asked, and Mac nodded and grinned now too. “Exactly.”
***
“So – why did your uncle call you all of a sudden?” Don asked and pulled his shirt over his head. Mac smiled at the sight, although all of them were too tired to do much besides falling into bed and sleeping.
“It’s my birthday,” he said simply. All thoughts he might have had earlier about one of them sleeping on the couch were forgotten when Danny leaned against his back and started to unbutton Mac’s shirt.
“It’s your birthday?” Danny repeated in mock-surprise and slipped his hand under Mac’s shirt. He ran his nails over Mac’s skin while pulling him back towards the bed at the same time.
“You should have told us,” Don grinned wolfishly and followed them. He waited until Danny had pulled Mac down to sit on the edge of the bed before he straddled him. “We would have gotten you a present.”
Mac chuckled warmly and pulled Don closer, with his hands wrapped around his hips, to kiss him deeply.
Mac’s shirt fell to the floor without any of them caring about it. Danny’s clever fingers were back on his chest and rubbed softly over his nipples.
He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Mac’s neck. “Maybe we should get you a piercing.” He pinched Mac’s nipple slightly.
Mac froze.
He only noticed that his hands had slipped off Don’s slim hips when Don suddenly and ungracefully grabbed at his shoulders to prevent himself from following Mac’s shirt to the floor.
“You want what?”
For a second he asked himself if that really was his voice – he didn’t remember it being so…high and squeaky.
Warm breath tickled along Mac’s suddenly tense shoulder when Danny laughed softly.
“Relax, Mac. We wouldn’t do anything that you don’t want us to do.”
Mac couldn’t see his eyes, but he was sure that, if he could, he would detect the same glimmer in it that he had seen in Stella’s when she had promised not to tell the whole lab about the Mackie-nickname.
“Danny!” Don hissed now. “You want him to drop me?”
Automatically Mac wrapped his arms around Don.
Danny kissed a trail over Mac’s shoulders. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promised Don. “Listen, Mac – I thought about your birthday present.”
“Should I plan my escape now?” he asked wearily, and Danny laughed again.
“No. It’s not dangerous, I promise.”
Don suddenly pulled back. “I don’t care how safe he says it is,” he declared. “Let me go.”
“I have a better idea,” Mac smiled and gave Danny a sideways glance over his shoulder. “Move a bit, Danny.”
Danny moved backwards, and Mac somehow managed to follow him without completely losing his grip on Don. “Now you’re safe.”
Danny draped himself over Mac’s back. “Okay, so you don’t want a piercing. I can completely understand that,” he began.
The bad feeling in the pit of Mac’s stomach intensified.
“To be honest, I’d be surprised if you’d say yes,” Danny continued.
“So I got you another present.”
Don frowned. “You didn’t tell me about it.”
“What?” Mac interrupted quickly. He feared the worst – he knew Danny’s sometimes weird sense of humor.
“See, Mac wants his present. I got you a pet.”
Mac swallowed.
“Is it poisonous?”
Danny hesitated slightly. “I don’t think so. Not really, no.”
“What do you mean, not really, no?”
“Well, if you take proper care of it, it’s absolutely harmless. Otherwise it might bite…”
“Danny…”
“Come on, Mac! It’s cute, it’s fluffy, it’s adorable, and it has big, begging eyes you can’t resist!” His lips curved against Mac’s shoulder blade. “You’ll love it.”
Don snorted against Mac’s other shoulder. “He could name it George because it's so fluffy and they could be friends forever.”
Danny looped his arm over Mac’s shoulder and poked Don. “Don’t be silly. It already has a name.”
Mac sighed. “Danny, do you really think this is a good idea? You know how much we work.”
“Pets are good for a lot of things! It’s scientifically proved that cats can lower your blood pressure…”
“Please tell me you didn’t get a cat!” Don interrupted.
“No, it’s not a cat.” Danny laughed. “I’m not stupid, Don. I know you’re allergic.”
He pulled back from them and came back with a small present, wrapped in rainbow colored paper. “See? I even got you a collar. You could take him for walks.”
Mac took the present and unwrapped a dog collar.
“A dog?” he guessed.
“No.”
Mac sighed in slight annoyance. “Danny…”
“Okay, okay…you just have to put the collar on it.”
“On what?”
“Your new pet!” Danny laughed and gave Don a quick pat on the head. “He’s fluffy, he’s cute, you adore him, he has big blue eyes, and he’s already in your lap! Oh, and his name is Don.”
Don and Mac stared at each other, and then Mac pulled Don even closer while smiling softly. “You’re right. I think I’ll keep him.”
***
The weekend passed, and when Mac entered his office the next Monday morning, Stella and Danny awaited him already, each one with case files, questions and reports.
“He liked my present,” Danny just said with a little grin. He leaned with his hip against Mac’s desk, and once again Mac regretted that nobody, not even Stella, could know about their relationship. It was too dangerous.
“Oh, really? What did you get him?” Stella wanted to know.
Danny shrugged. “Nothing big. Something to keep him warm at night.”
Stella frowned. “A blanket?”
Mac coughed to get their attention.
“A blanket?” Stella repeated, and Mac had to hide another smile. “A special blanket,” he agreed.
Danny snickered softly. “He named it George.”
Stella gave both of them one of her looks she usually reserved for criminals – but then she shrugged and pointed at her report. “All said and done,” she told him.
“Good.”
She gave him one of her friendlier smiles and left the office quickly.
He followed her with his eyes on her way out of his office, until she was stopped by a man.
Mac frowned – something about the man seemed oddly familiar, but he could only see a leg.
He leaned forwards, and a cane came into his line of vision.
“Mac? You’re grinning,” Danny said quietly.
“That’s Uncle Dan.”
Danny leaned over until their heads almost touched. “He looks a lot like you,” he observed and pushed his hands deep into his pockets.
Mac nodded. “When he came back from ‘Nam without his legs, he let his hair grow. He looked like a hippie for a while, until he met Aunt Susan.”
Danny nodded as well and sighed. “I’ll come back later, then.” He took a file from Mac’s desk and flipped through its contents before straightening.
Mac watched the younger man practically flee and shook his head slightly. Danny held the door open so Dan could get through and nodded politely.
Mac made a small step towards his uncle. “Uncle Dan.”
“Mackie.” They hugged briefly.
“That kid –“ Dan nodded after Danny. “ – is blind.”
Mac blinked. He was used to the fact that his uncle sometimes said things that didn’t seem to make any sense at first sight, or that he started a conversation in the middle, or picked up a conversation after weeks or even years…but it threw him for a loop every time.
“What? Why?”
“You were all but drooling over him, Mackie. I suggest a bit more discretion, unless you want a sexual harassment suit…on the other side, he looked as if he wouldn’t mind too much if you nailed him on your desk.”
“Uncle Dan!” Mac knew that he should be shocked about the older man’s casualness or the ease with which he picked up the fact that Danny and Mac had feelings for each other. But this time, he had an ace up his sleeve, too, and so he grinned simply and said: “I never tried it on top of the desk…besides, what would my other lover say if he misses all the fun?”
End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY (seriously, it’s not the only fandom I’m writing in…)
Pairing: Mac/Don/Danny
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: CSI:NY and Lt. Dan? Last time I checked, they were not mine. I don’t suppose that had changed in the last five minutes…
Summary: (almost) Piercings, Pets and Lt. Dan…
Authors Notes: Thanks to Ginny for the help with the piercing bunny…and with the pet bunny…and the strange smilies…and of course the helping all over all…Thanks.
It was his birthday, and as far as Mac was concerned, it was a good one: he had woken up when his alarm clock had rung, after a night without nightmares, without Danny kicking him because he had his own nightmares, and without Don stealing the blankets (which was only a small annoyance, anyways, because Don himself usually slept wrapped around Mac, which kept him warm enough during the nights. Mac had no idea how Don managed to wrap himself so completely in the blankets while sleeping and almost not moving.)
The alarm had woken them up an hour earlier than usual because one of them – Don or Danny, Mac wasn’t sure, and he resisted the temptation to dust the thing for fingerprints – had forgotten to re-set it to the usual time, and his lovers had used the additional time to give him a “perfect orgasm” for his birthday.
Work had been slow and easy, and Mac had been able to catch up on his paperwork. He didn’t even mind the spontaneous surprise party they had thrown him in the break room.
And now he was home, standing in his kitchen with his hands up to the elbows in soapy water. He was doing the dishes, while his team – his friends, his family – was assembled in the living room, after a wonderful home-made birthday dinner.
Mac would have preferred to spend the evening alone, with his lovers and a movie, but he knew Stella. Stella never would let him get away with that. She was a firm believer that nobody should be alone on their birthday, and Mac still hadn’t found the right opportunity to tell her that he had two lovers who would take care of him.
Inviting the whole team for dinner had effectively stopped her from throwing him a surprise party, and Mac was really grateful that Danny had told him about Stella’s plan.
The ringing of his phone interrupted his musings.
“Can someone please answer that?” he called out, because it could be a crime scene, or something equally important, and Mac was always on call.
Stella gave an affirmative sound and grabbed the phone before anyone else could do so.
“Yeah?” she asked. Mac entered the room just in time to see her eyebrows lifting and a grin forming on her face.
“Stella Bonasera,” she said now. “He’s here…wait, I check…Mackie?”
For a split second, there was no sound coming from anybody. Then Danny snorted loudly. Don grimaced as if he was in pain – maybe he was, Mac thought, if he had seen right and Danny had elbowed him in the ribs.
Mac roughly dried his hands on a kitchen towel before using it to hit Danny lightly over the head while taking the phone from Stella. “Hi Uncle Dan…how’s Aunt Susan? Yeah…”
As soon as he left the room and pulled the door to the bedroom shut behind him, Stella started to giggle uncontrollably, and Danny was slipping off the couch because he was laughing so hard.
Don’s head turned an alarming red, but he couldn’t stop laughing and coughing.
The whole situation was just absurd.
Mac returned a few minutes later. By then, Sheldon had started to consider CPR for Don, because no human could turn so red without risking serious damage to his blood vessels.
Mac frowned at his laughing co-workers. “What’s so funny?” he asked and sat down next to Don – Danny was still on the floor and he didn’t look as if he planned on reclaiming his seat anytime soon.
“You are…Mackie,” Stella gasped and wiped tears off her face.
Mac shrugged. He didn’t get what was so funny about it. “It’s an old nickname.”
“It so doesn’t fit you,” Stella managed to get out before collapsing back into the cushions.
“He always calls me Mackie,” Mac explained and narrowed his eyes. “And you don’t need to tell that to everybody in the lab.”
Stella tried to look innocent. “Absolutely,” she agreed, but the spark in her eyes told him a completely different story. His eye roll sparked new laughter from all of them, and he started to consider letting Don and Danny sleep on the couch tonight.
Danny touched his leg briefly in an innocent looking gesture. He was still howling with laughter, which made it hard to understand him, but Mac did nonetheless. But then, he also understood Danny when he tried to talk with his mouth full. His thoughts returned to the morning, and he decided to let at least Danny in his bed tonight.
“You should see your face right now.”
Lindsay gave up her feeble attempts to bite back her own laughter at Danny’s comment, and Hawkes tried to calm down enough to slap Don on the back and to stop the coughing with it.
“Let me tell you, Uncle Dan…the man knows how to use a cane. It’s not very smart to start a fight with him.”
Danny turned serious again. “With a little help from my friends?” he asked, and Mac nodded and grinned now too. “Exactly.”
***
“So – why did your uncle call you all of a sudden?” Don asked and pulled his shirt over his head. Mac smiled at the sight, although all of them were too tired to do much besides falling into bed and sleeping.
“It’s my birthday,” he said simply. All thoughts he might have had earlier about one of them sleeping on the couch were forgotten when Danny leaned against his back and started to unbutton Mac’s shirt.
“It’s your birthday?” Danny repeated in mock-surprise and slipped his hand under Mac’s shirt. He ran his nails over Mac’s skin while pulling him back towards the bed at the same time.
“You should have told us,” Don grinned wolfishly and followed them. He waited until Danny had pulled Mac down to sit on the edge of the bed before he straddled him. “We would have gotten you a present.”
Mac chuckled warmly and pulled Don closer, with his hands wrapped around his hips, to kiss him deeply.
Mac’s shirt fell to the floor without any of them caring about it. Danny’s clever fingers were back on his chest and rubbed softly over his nipples.
He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Mac’s neck. “Maybe we should get you a piercing.” He pinched Mac’s nipple slightly.
Mac froze.
He only noticed that his hands had slipped off Don’s slim hips when Don suddenly and ungracefully grabbed at his shoulders to prevent himself from following Mac’s shirt to the floor.
“You want what?”
For a second he asked himself if that really was his voice – he didn’t remember it being so…high and squeaky.
Warm breath tickled along Mac’s suddenly tense shoulder when Danny laughed softly.
“Relax, Mac. We wouldn’t do anything that you don’t want us to do.”
Mac couldn’t see his eyes, but he was sure that, if he could, he would detect the same glimmer in it that he had seen in Stella’s when she had promised not to tell the whole lab about the Mackie-nickname.
“Danny!” Don hissed now. “You want him to drop me?”
Automatically Mac wrapped his arms around Don.
Danny kissed a trail over Mac’s shoulders. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promised Don. “Listen, Mac – I thought about your birthday present.”
“Should I plan my escape now?” he asked wearily, and Danny laughed again.
“No. It’s not dangerous, I promise.”
Don suddenly pulled back. “I don’t care how safe he says it is,” he declared. “Let me go.”
“I have a better idea,” Mac smiled and gave Danny a sideways glance over his shoulder. “Move a bit, Danny.”
Danny moved backwards, and Mac somehow managed to follow him without completely losing his grip on Don. “Now you’re safe.”
Danny draped himself over Mac’s back. “Okay, so you don’t want a piercing. I can completely understand that,” he began.
The bad feeling in the pit of Mac’s stomach intensified.
“To be honest, I’d be surprised if you’d say yes,” Danny continued.
“So I got you another present.”
Don frowned. “You didn’t tell me about it.”
“What?” Mac interrupted quickly. He feared the worst – he knew Danny’s sometimes weird sense of humor.
“See, Mac wants his present. I got you a pet.”
Mac swallowed.
“Is it poisonous?”
Danny hesitated slightly. “I don’t think so. Not really, no.”
“What do you mean, not really, no?”
“Well, if you take proper care of it, it’s absolutely harmless. Otherwise it might bite…”
“Danny…”
“Come on, Mac! It’s cute, it’s fluffy, it’s adorable, and it has big, begging eyes you can’t resist!” His lips curved against Mac’s shoulder blade. “You’ll love it.”
Don snorted against Mac’s other shoulder. “He could name it George because it's so fluffy and they could be friends forever.”
Danny looped his arm over Mac’s shoulder and poked Don. “Don’t be silly. It already has a name.”
Mac sighed. “Danny, do you really think this is a good idea? You know how much we work.”
“Pets are good for a lot of things! It’s scientifically proved that cats can lower your blood pressure…”
“Please tell me you didn’t get a cat!” Don interrupted.
“No, it’s not a cat.” Danny laughed. “I’m not stupid, Don. I know you’re allergic.”
He pulled back from them and came back with a small present, wrapped in rainbow colored paper. “See? I even got you a collar. You could take him for walks.”
Mac took the present and unwrapped a dog collar.
“A dog?” he guessed.
“No.”
Mac sighed in slight annoyance. “Danny…”
“Okay, okay…you just have to put the collar on it.”
“On what?”
“Your new pet!” Danny laughed and gave Don a quick pat on the head. “He’s fluffy, he’s cute, you adore him, he has big blue eyes, and he’s already in your lap! Oh, and his name is Don.”
Don and Mac stared at each other, and then Mac pulled Don even closer while smiling softly. “You’re right. I think I’ll keep him.”
***
The weekend passed, and when Mac entered his office the next Monday morning, Stella and Danny awaited him already, each one with case files, questions and reports.
“He liked my present,” Danny just said with a little grin. He leaned with his hip against Mac’s desk, and once again Mac regretted that nobody, not even Stella, could know about their relationship. It was too dangerous.
“Oh, really? What did you get him?” Stella wanted to know.
Danny shrugged. “Nothing big. Something to keep him warm at night.”
Stella frowned. “A blanket?”
Mac coughed to get their attention.
“A blanket?” Stella repeated, and Mac had to hide another smile. “A special blanket,” he agreed.
Danny snickered softly. “He named it George.”
Stella gave both of them one of her looks she usually reserved for criminals – but then she shrugged and pointed at her report. “All said and done,” she told him.
“Good.”
She gave him one of her friendlier smiles and left the office quickly.
He followed her with his eyes on her way out of his office, until she was stopped by a man.
Mac frowned – something about the man seemed oddly familiar, but he could only see a leg.
He leaned forwards, and a cane came into his line of vision.
“Mac? You’re grinning,” Danny said quietly.
“That’s Uncle Dan.”
Danny leaned over until their heads almost touched. “He looks a lot like you,” he observed and pushed his hands deep into his pockets.
Mac nodded. “When he came back from ‘Nam without his legs, he let his hair grow. He looked like a hippie for a while, until he met Aunt Susan.”
Danny nodded as well and sighed. “I’ll come back later, then.” He took a file from Mac’s desk and flipped through its contents before straightening.
Mac watched the younger man practically flee and shook his head slightly. Danny held the door open so Dan could get through and nodded politely.
Mac made a small step towards his uncle. “Uncle Dan.”
“Mackie.” They hugged briefly.
“That kid –“ Dan nodded after Danny. “ – is blind.”
Mac blinked. He was used to the fact that his uncle sometimes said things that didn’t seem to make any sense at first sight, or that he started a conversation in the middle, or picked up a conversation after weeks or even years…but it threw him for a loop every time.
“What? Why?”
“You were all but drooling over him, Mackie. I suggest a bit more discretion, unless you want a sexual harassment suit…on the other side, he looked as if he wouldn’t mind too much if you nailed him on your desk.”
“Uncle Dan!” Mac knew that he should be shocked about the older man’s casualness or the ease with which he picked up the fact that Danny and Mac had feelings for each other. But this time, he had an ace up his sleeve, too, and so he grinned simply and said: “I never tried it on top of the desk…besides, what would my other lover say if he misses all the fun?”
End.
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