Moments In The Life Of One Daniel "Danny" Messer (1/10)
So here's my old fic for the day! It's a 100-drabble drabble collection that I divided into ten chapters of ten drabbles (I'll post a new chapter every day along with another fic until it's done). They're all little moments in Danny Messer's life.
Moments In The Life Of One Daniel "Danny" Messer - A series of drabbles depicting moments in Daniel "Danny" Messer's life.
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Title: First Conversation
Prompt: #1 - Beginnings
Characters: Danny Messer & Mac Taylor
"You the guy I'm supposed to talk to?"
"Depends on what you're here to talk about."
"Job at the crime lab."
"Then I'm the man. Mac Taylor."
"Detective Messer."
"You have a first name, Detective?"
"Daniel. Everyone calls me Danny, though."
"Messer..."
"Yeah, I'm related to the Messers with the family connections, if that's what you're thinking."
"So...why are you a cop?"
"Someone's got to take them down. Might as well be me, you know? I’m the black sheep of the family anyway."
"Why?"
"Because...because I actually believe in doing more than they do. I want more than they do."
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Title: Hours To Go
Prompt: #6 - Hours
Characters: Danny Messer
He was trapped. Hours to go till he could get out, till the panic room opened up. Hours.
God, if he wasn't claustrophobic before, being trapped with a dead body overnight was more than enough to push him in that direction.
Hours. If he concentrated on the hours, kept looking at his watch, talked the hours away on his cell phone till the battery went dead, maybe he'd make it. Maybe he wouldn't lose his mind. Yeah, he just had to remember that every hour that passed was one less for him to be there. Then he’d be long gone.
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Title: Bad Jokes
Prompt: #11 - Red
Characters: Danny Messer & Don Flack
The blood spilled across the floor, bright red on pristine white marble. Danny whistled. Lots of blood for one body. Probably meant the victim had either completely bled out before being moved or there was more than one victim...two of them, probably.
"How many vics you say there were?"
"Two," Flack answered. "One Margaret Walden and one Thomas Kettering."
He whistled again, pulled out a camera, snapped a shot of the red stuff. "Bet you they’re drained," he deadpanned, flashing a grin at Flack, who just rolled his eyes.
"Stop it with the bad jokes, Messer. You’re killing me here."
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Title: Blue In My Eyes
Prompt: #16 - Purple
Characters: Danny Messer, Stella Bonasera & Lindsay Monroe
"Purple suits you."
He glanced down at his shirt. "You think?"
"Brings out the blue in your eyes." Stella shut her locker. "Remember I told you if you ever needed beauty tips..."
Danny grinned. "I still can't believe what waterproof mascara does to your lashes."
"Yeah, well...price we pay."
He watched her leave, then looked back at his shirt. His grin got bigger...he did look good. Not that anyone would notice his eyes, since they were behind glasses, but...
"You look nice, Danny."
He flashed a wide grin at Lindsay. "Apparently, the purple brings out the blue in my eyes."
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Title: Have Been, Will Be
Prompt: #21 - Friends
Characters: Danny Messer & Aiden Burn
"Hey! Wait up!"
"Leave me alone."
"Hey, Aiden...look, I'd give up my job and leave for this, for what happened..."
"Someone's got to stay and look out for my case."
"You know I will. That's what friends do."
"So we're friends?"
"Have been, will be."
"So, as friends...feel like buying me a beer? Or three?"
"What, you're gonna try and out-drink me? Never."
"No, I'm going to try and forget about what just happened."
"Give me your keys and the tab's on me."
"My keys?"
"So I can make sure you get inside your apartment and not left outside. Keys?"
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Title: Pick-Up
Prompt: #26 - Teammates
Rating: G
Characters: Danny Messer & Don Flack
Danny looked at those guys at the pick-up basketball game. He didn't see Flack anywhere, and everyone else was getting impatient. "Fine. Cook."
"Swann."
"Parker."
"Brown."
Finally, he saw him. "When his lazy butt gets over here, Flack."
"Why do you always pick Flack for your team?" the other captain said.
"Because he's good. And I want the good guys on my team."
"Fine. Robb."
Flack bounded over. "On your team?"
Danny nodded. "Grogan," he called out.
"Friedman."
"Let's get ready and play," tossing the ball to Flack. "Ready?"
"Ready." Flack passed the ball back, and the game was on.
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Title: New Day
Prompt: #31 - Sunrise
Characters: Danny Messer
He hadn't been up to see the sunrise in a while. It had been a long night, trying to piece the case back together for the D.A. He was just taking a break, looking out the windows as the sun rose. It was gorgeous...the light came up gradually, chasing away the shadows, and bringing the city back to life.
He took another sip of his coffee and watched the new day coming. His day wasn't busy, not yet, but taking a moment out to see the sight woke him up and energized him a little more than he had been.
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Title: Shampoo
Prompt: #36 - Smell
Rating: G
Characters: Pre-ship Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe
He was standing behind her again, his head near hers, and the smell of her shampoo wafted up. God, she smelled good...she always smelled good. That was how he knew she was around, by how she smelled. But he'd been left to wonder what it was exactly that she smelled like.
"What kind of shampoo do you use, Montana?"
"Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Um...Garnier Fructis." She shrugged. "I think it smells nice."
"Yeah." Instead, he just inched a little closer to her and took another breath. Time for him to switch shampoos...
Messer, you got it real bad for her...
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Title: Fuzzy Outlines
Prompt: #41 - Shapes
Rating: G
Characters: Danny Messer
He could see without his glasses on. He just...after a while, all the shapes seemed to blur and become fuzzy. Sometimes blinking a few times took care of the problem, sometimes he had to find his glasses and put them back on.
Now, with his glasses on, his eyes were making things fuzzy and indistinct shapes. This wasn't a good sign.
He took his glasses off, shut his eyes, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was time for someone else to take over computer duties for a while because if this kept up, he was gonna be pissed.
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Title: King Of The Dead
Prompt: #46 - King
Rating: G
Characters: Danny Messer & Sheldon Hawkes
"Hey, Hawkes. Tell me what it's like to be king of your domain."
Hawkes looked at him. "I'd rather be out in the field."
"What, and have us lose the best coroner we've had? No way." He laughed a bit, then saw the look on Hawkes' face. "You're serious."
"Yeah."
Danny went across from him, one dead body between them. "And give all this up?"
"I want to help people. Before they end up here."
Danny nodded. "Then give the kingdom to someone else."
"You want the job?"
"Me? Be king of the dead? You’ve inhaled too many chemicals, Doc."
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Desert Race (1/?)
So this is a WIP I started...oh, fifteen years ago? But I ran across it and I definitely want to finish it (maybe for the 2024 round of WIPBB). It's a CSI/CSI: NY crossover with an eventual Nick/Lindsay ship. Enjoy!
Desert Race - It's on between the Vegas labs and the NYPD teams in the Law Enforcement Desert Relay, but unexpected sparks fly between Nick and Lindsay that puts a kink in both Sara and Danny's plans for winning the event.
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"Don't look at me." Catherine shook her head. "Last time I tried to do it, Grissom found a dead body. I don't want to risk it."
"Come on, Cath," Warrick said, smirking at her. "I heard that the LAPD team isn't holding grudges." In response, she balled up a piece of paper and threw it at him.
"Seriously, though," Sara said. "Someone from the lab has to do it."
"I would, but running and I just don't get along," Greg said. "Surfing would be one thing, but..."
"I already volunteered to be the driver of the poll vehicle," Nick said. "So I'm out."
Sara turned on Warrick, but he shook his head. "Just out of curiosity, is there any reason you want to win but don't want to have to run?" he asked.
"I just...I want to win."
"Then why don't you run?"
"Because if I do I can guarantee we'll lose."
"I don't know," Nick said. "I've seen you out jogging before. We may not place high, but I can assure you if you run we wouldn't lose."
"Besides, this year the only team we really have to worry about is the NYPD team," Catherine said. Everyone looked at her. "What? Just because I'm not participating doesn't mean I don't keep up with the competition."
"Why would we have to worry about them?" Sara asked.
"They've got some really fit runners. Must be all those chases through Manhattan," Catherine said. She turned to the laptop Greg was using in the break room. "Mind if I borrow that for a minute?"
"You break it, you buy me a new one," he said before moving out of the way.
Catherine sat down, tapped in a few keys and a website came up. She scrolled down a bit and stopped. "Okay, some of the teams who have already registered have a list of their participants and poll drivers. I went up against most of these guys, and they're good."
"Any of them you don't know?" Nick asked.
Catherine read through the list. "Just two, from the NYPD team. One's the poll driver, Detective Lindsay Monroe. The other's one of the runners... Detective Daniel Messer."
Nick's head snapped up. "Danny's running?" Everyone's eyes turned towards him. "What?"
"You know him?" Catherine asked. Then she shook her head. "Course you do. He's listed as Daniel, you called him Danny..."
"Knew him back in the college ball days. Didn't know he was a cop." He got off the table he'd been sitting on and walked over to the laptop, looking at the screen. He saw Danny's picture and grinned. "Yep, same guy."
"How well did you know him?" Greg asked.
"He and I tried out for the same minor league team. He got hurt so he dropped, but we hung out a bit. He wasn't a bad guy. A little cocky, but not bad." He shook his head, grinning. "A cop. Never would have seen that one coming."
Sara thought for a moment. "I think I feel my competitive edge coming on... Nick, if you'd help me train, I think I might just do this."
"You're on."
"Then I guess we have a complete team," Catherine said. "Good. I really didn't want to have to run this year..."
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Danny tossed the baseball up in the air and caught it on the way back down. "Relax, Montana. It's not like we're going to Vegas to get married or something." He heard her choke on her coffee and he turned to look at her. "Okay, that probably wasn't the best time for me to say that..."
"Danny! Don't joke like that."
"What? Flack was ragging on you about it and you just grinned. I do it and I damn near kill you."
Lindsay just looked at him before shaking her head. "Danny, everyone's going to think that we planned this."
"Not my fault you were a last-minute replacement for Stella. We weren't expecting the case to get dragged out so long." He threw the baseball up again. "Got a surprise call from someone I met years ago when I played ball. He's a CSI in Vegas now." He caught it and looked at Lindsay. "Apparently, the Vegas team is making it their personal mission to beat us."
"Why?"
"I don't know, but I get the feeling he wasn't supposed to be calling me." Danny grinned. "Nick's a pretty nice guy, doing that. Gives me more incentive to train."
"His name's Nick?"
"Yeah. Nick Stokes." He looked at her. "You'd probably like him. He's a real easygoing guy."
"It'd be nice to meet someone easygoing in this whole mess." She got up and looked at the screen he was looking at. "So what are you looking at?"
"Info on Vegas. Trying to figure out places to go to eat and stuff."
"Ah," she replied. "That would be a good thing to know."
"See, Montana? I'm good for some things other than running my mouth off."
She grinned at him. "Messer...just shut up and find places to eat."
"Yes ma'am."
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