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macandstella · 9 months
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moving on and letting go. ( mac taylor x reader )
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Mac was an experienced and respected detective who commanded the respect of his team. He was charismatic, intelligent, and had an air of authority that captivated those around him. You admired Mac not only for his professional prowess but also for his kindness and unwavering support. For six months, you longed for his attention, hoping that one day, he would notice your feelings.
One night, a year after you joined the team while you were leaving the lab after a long day, it happened. Mac caught up with you at the elevator, and as you discussed the case that had been disturbing and, at times, felt hopeless, he expressed his admiration for your sharp instincts and unwavering determination as you carried out your duties with unmatched passion and dedication. Taking the chance, you asked him out for a drink, and from there, your relationship grew in ways you had often daydreamed of.
When you first joined the lab and began to learn and form friendships with the team it was Danny who told you about Claire’s death and you couldn’t imagine moving on from such a trauma and had seen Mac go on dates, struggling to move on from the tragic end of his previous romance. He had never truly let go of Claire, and her memory lingered in the depths of his mind. 
When the phone rang that evening you knew it was Mac on the other end, and knew your intimate plans were going to be set aside for a case.  You had canceled or rearranged plans in previous relationships, one of the downfalls of being a CSI but dating Mac you were learning how it felt to be drinking alone, the excitement fading into disappointment.
However, cracks soon began to show. Mac kept his distance in the lab, even going as far as to remove your hand from his cheek when Stella entered the room. You were hurt by his actions, and Mac continued to keep your relationship out of the lab. However, when you were alone, his tone shifted, and his eyes held emotions you believed were reserved for you. But you had known him long enough to know Mac still loved his ex-fiancée Claire and always would love her in some sense, but when he mumbled her name in his sleep, it was the first time you doubted how much he cared about you and if he was truly ready to move on. One evening, during a particularly stressful case, Mac called to cancel your plans to have dinner together which was fine, but when he called you by his exes name, it cut deep into your heart, and although you knew it was an innocent mistake, it only cemented the idea in your mind that Mac was still in love with Claire, and if he was haunted by her, how could he love you?
"Let me guess, you caught a cold one and can't make it, but you love me and will make it up to me when the case is over?"
You weren't mad at him for canceling, but the mistaken identity a few nights before had earned your avoidance tactics in the office, although Mac hadn’t seemed to notice or at least he hadn’t said anything about it, and the thought that he cared for you so little, only drove the knife deeper into your heart.
"Am I really that predictable?"
"Yes, but I'll let it go."
"I'm sorry about tonight. I was looking forward to it."
You smiled softly, "Me too.”
The words left him before he could process them, “I love you, Claire.”
Now, faced with his unintentional slip of the tongue, Mac felt a mix of regret and confusion. He realized that calling you by Claire’s name had created an unexpected barrier between you both at that moment, feeling it instantly.
This was not the first time hearing him say 'I love you’, but the sentiment lost all meaning when it was followed by her name.
“I’m sorry -”
“I better check on dinner.” You sighed, “Night, Mac.”
You ended the call and looked around his apartment, lifting the glass of wine on the kitchen counter to your lips. You had never felt uncomfortable in his place, as if you didn't belong there until that night, so you fled the apartment and slept in your own place for the first time in weeks. 
Determined to make amends, Mac mustered up the courage to confront you about his mistake. He arrived home in the early hours of the morning, expecting, or rather hoping to find you there, but when he saw dinner wrapped and waiting for him, and his bed empty he knew you had gone home. He sighed as he heated the dinner you had taken from your grandmother’s recipes and as he sat in the quiet apartment, with only the faint sounds of the city to keep him company, Mac’s guilt grew and he debated calling you but it was nearing 2 am and he didn't want to wake you.
That night you began to scrutinize every second of your relationship with Mac. Why didn’t he want the team to know you were dating? Why did he keep calling you Claire? Did he only say I love you so he could imagine he was saying it to her?
While Mac pondered his accidental slip of the tongue, looking at photographs of Claire he realized he had unintentionally let his unresolved feelings for Claire influence his actions. He put away all of Claire’s pictures, before finally, reluctantly, going to bed. He looked over at the empty space beside him with a sigh, missing the way you, even when you were fast asleep, would immediately curl into his arms.
The next day Mac entered the lab determined to find you and apologize, only to find out that you were called with Flack to a crime scene ten minutes ago. He tried throughout the day to find time to speak to you, searching the lab when his conscious wouldn’t allow him to focus on the paperwork on his desk, but each time you were nowhere to be found. And after the third time, Mac concluded that you were avoiding him.
He knew you would turn up eventually and worked on an experiment for a case he was investigating and after forty minutes you entered while his back was turned, greeting Danny who was also working in the lab. You paused when Mac turned and knew from the slight raise of his eyebrow that he knew you were actively avoiding him at all costs.
“Can we talk?”
You glanced at Danny who looked between you both and knew he would have many questions later. You nodded your head and Mac followed you out of the room, and as you were walking down an empty hallway you began to relay findings by the medical examiner about your current case until Mac decided what he needed to say couldn’t wait any longer.
“My vic died from a shotgun wound leaving a cookie cutter shape behind.”
“Caused by pellet separation.”
“Peyton said it’s an indicator of a close-range shot. Add it to the wadding in the wounds - she estimated four feet or less. I think the victim fought off the shooter -”
Mac held your arm gently and you looked at the ground, fearing what was to come, sure it was going to be the end of your relationship.
“Y/N, I’m sorry.”
You nodded slightly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you met his gaze.
“I’m sorry for what happened. I want to talk maybe over lunch or coffee."
As the days turned into weeks, Mac made a genuine effort to rectify his past actions. He showered you with kindness, support, and understanding. He went above and beyond to prove that you were the one he truly wanted by his side and how grateful and lucky he felt that you were. Together, you worked on cases, shared countless conversations, and gradually built a bond stronger than ever before.
Alhough you were hurt, you still appreciated his honesty and vulnerability. Deep down, you cherished the hope that Mac could eventually see you for who you truly were—a woman who cared deeply for him. But for now, you believed you needed to go your separate ways.
He frowned as he began to speak, but you beat him to it. "I always wondered why you didn't want anyone knowing we were together. But I did a lot of thinking last night, and it is unfair to me and to you to start something now when you're not ready." He kept silent as you continued, "I love you. But I can't go on like this anymore, Mac."
"I'm sorry." He began. "I kept a distance between us at work because I'm also your boss and people would talk, and I was trying to prevent you getting hurt. I know I failed, I hurt you and I'm sorry. I can do better. I will do better if you give me one more chance. That's all I'm asking."
You stared at him, tears falling down your cheeks and shaking your head. Before Mac could step away, you stepped forward to place a hand on his cheek. And Mac glanced away briefly, wanting to prolong the moment you broke up with him as he was sure it was coming. However, now that you understood, now that he had explained, you were overwhelmed by your love for the detective and didn't care who knew it, proving so when you kissed him.
When you broke away for air, Mac held your arms as his eyes bore into yours, promising he would make it up to you. And after informing you that he had stored Claire's photographs away, he was already off to a good start.
In the beginning, you were torn between your love for Mac and the fear of being hurt, cautiously allowed yourself to be vulnerable once again. And although he called you 'Claire' once more for the final time, you saw the genuine changes in him, witnessed his growth, and realized that sometimes, love requires forgiveness and patience. Through the ups and downs, your relationship blossomed, transcending the boundaries of a professional partnership.
You held his gaze for a moment before looking away as you attempted to hold back your tears. "I don't think that's a good idea, Mac."
In the end, you and Mac discovered that true love isn't always straightforward. It can be messy, filled with mistakes, and past baggage. But with open hearts and a willingness to grow, you found solace in each other's arms.
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screememories · 1 year
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 Merry Christmas!
CSI: NY Season 6 Episode 11 Second Chances
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doctorbeverlycrusher · 4 months
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Feeling normal about them
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kettusaurus · 1 year
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Mac: what other job allows you to set your boss on fire? Danny:
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avatarquake · 10 months
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Jo: *says something flirty to Mac* Mac: *accepts it with a combination of mild confusion, embarrassement and dignity* Mac: *stops* Mac: *wait…did she…?* *turns to Jo* Mac: "Are you flirting with me?" Jo: *eyebrow raised* Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing."
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addictiedtocrimedrama · 11 months
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Currently watching the CSI: NY season 7 episode "The 35th Floor" (again) with my grandmother and oh my goodness it's sooo good and is giving me JAC feels that make want to rewrite the show to make Jo part of the team from the first episode of the show and make JAC canon.
Okay so I may or may not have read too many JAC fanfics and wants the show to get a reboot soooo yeah.
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pennywaltzy · 1 year
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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.
Read Chapter 1
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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prxdk · 8 months
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Stretching Branches
Rating: K+
“They love each other, but, as friends, they stand too close to realize it” - Ally
A faint tug inside her chest cavity, behind her lungs; the pain matched the beating of her heart. Her gaze held on to the dancing ballpen guided by Christine’s digits like a majestic ice skater, leaning to the right, to Mac, whose soft smile Stella mirrored even if it cracked at her eyes.
The officiant shifted on his feet, rubbing his nose with his digits before clearing his throat - Bonasera didn’t miss the quick roll of his eyes when the bride beamed at Taylor.
She cleared her throat, slammed her high heels against the wood of the counter, held the old man’s gaze when he jumped and turned to her.
A scoff to her left and she caught Mac grinning at her, she winked at him. Familiarity seeped into her veins, it choked the pain in her chest – for a second –, then turned to choke her on its way out of her ribcage.
Her former partner faced the document, leaned in to sign it.
Time stretched as ink marked paper, the curves and edges of his calligraphy releasing a weak scent. Each letter sealed fate, changed the order of the world, opened a branch on the multiverse, defined a new reality. And, in the seconds it took him to finish, one of the branches flashed before her eyes.
She had signed first, she had never left, she had become his wife.
Stella gulped, smiled, then shook her head. A woman of evidence worked with reality and, the evidence was clear: she was happy for him, he deserved this happiness.
The ache faded, stolen away like a spring goddess, to a quiet box in the back of her mind, labeled as nothing but a passing thought.
In another life maybe. In this one, she was just happy he was happy.
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Title: Everything’s Connected Mood Boarder: Caiti (Caitriona_3) Ship: Mac Taylor/Stella Bonasera Rating: T Note: Should any of my mood boards prompt a fic, please link me so I can enjoy and brag! But please - take this as permission to write it!!
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majflodder · 2 years
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Calling old cops on my cop shows by their full name to show them that I'm highly disappointed
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its-a-geeks-world · 2 years
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How to become leader of a CSI team:
Step 1: Be from Chicago (or nearby)
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yes i know not all of their characters are from chicago but they are and i am losing my mind that's four out of five shows
Anyways I thought it was funny
And yes Evanston and Blue Island are both in Cook County and both less than 20 miles from Chicago
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r0s3mm · 1 year
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I have an important question for all my crime investigation tv shows fan out there. If you were murdered and you could pick who would investigate your case, who'd you chose between
Criminal Minds' BAU (you may specify which BAU team/era you trust more)
or
CSI: NY team
i'd like a small justification too...
this exam will make up more than 50% of your final grade.
the bau team already has a point in their court
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screememories · 1 year
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Happy Halloween! 🎃✨
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doctorbeverlycrusher · 4 months
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Having a normal one over this scene as one does. The way they’re like swaying and the simple “I'm here for you” “I know” is just everything to me.
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kettusaurus · 1 year
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Danny: The substance recovered from the gas cans is, uh–– Mac: Stunt gel. Danny: Danny: Why do I even bother
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