Horatio Caine & Stella Bonasera Ship Headcanons
Stella initially upon their first meeting was attracted to Horatio and thought he was the finest hing to step into NYC .
they bonded over both both an raised in NY and even Horatio brief time in foster home (AU headcanon I made up ) and their love for the city
Mac was supportive but heartbroken because if his feeling for Stella but was happy for her and him.
Stella initially hesitated to date Horatio because if two things. she didn't believe in long distance relationships partially due to she like to have sex but Horatio wasn't quick to jump into bed with anyone even holding hands was something he had to feel comfortable about it and intilliany Stella had a though "is he gay" but corrected herself because she isn't used to men wanting to wait to have sex or be intimate even if it is hand holding. she is used to it, but it helped her realize alot of her self worth she had been putting on the back burner to settle for guys who in the end weren't worth it and him telling her to wait
Stella loved being Horatio and would laugh and talk about how cut stye would be if he moved to NYC and they
also the distance make sit hard and schedule time since their both CSI but Horatio said that they'll just have to make time and get creative with dates. which they did, they schooled phone calls and had online dates. They even took flights to see each other when they could. and as the relationship progressed they even would spend a weekend together.
Then came the point in the relationship they began to talk about their future and marriage and children and what they expected and they seemed to be on the same page. But they decided to spend a week in each others cities to determine where the next step of their lives was going to go and with that they both simulationly realized that they rent going to be together. His heart was in Miami nd hers was in New York.
they mutually departed and still are good friends and kept in touch with eachother.
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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.
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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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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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