CSI: NY fic (Danny/Flack/Mac)

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So, basically, I have no explanation or excuse for this. None at all. It was all the evil Tibetan monkeys' faults. I don't particularly like it, and it probably won't be continued, and I don't think they're all that in character, but it amuses me, sort of.



Flack has big hands, broad and long-fingered, and the skin on them seems darker than it is against the crisp white of Danny's shirt. Danny has him backed up against one bay of lockers and they're kissing like crazy, hands and mouth sliding over each other like the world's ending around them.

Mac doesn't know why's he's still standing there. It's not that there's something intensely private about them, because there's not. Flack has a flair for the dramatic even on the job, and it's still there as he rubs his knuckles up Danny's thigh, like he wants to be seen and appreciated for what he does, and Mac suspects Danny just doesn't care.

They've all been working so much overtime it's like they're drunk from lack of sleep and not drink. It's that which keeps Mac by the door, watching in silent fascination, and it's that which keeps Danny's mouth on Flack's neck, and it's probably that that makes Flack look up and grin, "He-eeey, Mac," with a devilish, considering expression in his blue eyes.

Danny twists around and grins too, the exhaustion drunk written clear across his face in black bags and pale skin. "Hey, Mac," he says giddily. "Come to join the party?"

Mac still doesn't know why he's still standing there, why he didn't run while he had the chance, or for that matter, why he hadn't left as soon as they'd decisively closed the case instead of staying around to finish up the paperwork and look at cold case files in case anything jumped out at him. "I -"

Flack peels Danny off him like a limpet. There's something besides lust and exhaustion in his eyes, something curious and speculative, and maybe it's that which keeps Mac from leaving. It's not the sight of Danny with his shirt half unbuttoned, or the hickeys that trace their way down Flack's throat past his collar, or the tie that Danny's bound around his wrists. Definitely not.

Flack steps forward, tugging absently at one wrist until he frees it from the tie, and his eyes are bright and determined. "Hey, Mac," he says again, and it's the exhaustion that make Mac step back and not toward the door, letting Flack catch him neatly against the wall. It's lack of sleep that blurs his mind so that he kisses Flack back without thinking. flack's mouth is hot and heedless, teeth and tongue blending into a blinding glare of want that shoots straight down to his groin.

The feel of a second pair of lips on his neck makes him break the kiss and flinch wildly away, but there's nowahere to go and Danny catches him open-mouthed. His kisses are lighter and more playful, without the brusing force behind Flack's. Flack scrapes his teeth across Mac's pulsepoint, licks up the line of his jaw, and meets Danny's mouth on Mac's, so that they're kissing him and each other.

At some point during this Mac has closed his eyes and he opens them to Flack's twin mind-numbing blurs of eerily pale blue that hold no secrets this close up. There are scars on his face, thin white liens that spiderweb like cracks in glass. They're faint enough and old enough Mac hasn't seen them before, and the realization gnaws at him like regret and acid.

Danny's hand on his chest, warm though the fabric of his shirt and undershirt, and Flack's fingers brush against his thigh. Danny's hands are smaller and more nimble than Flack's, who touches him with gun-callused hands rough with promise. Mac doesn't know why they're doing this or how, no evidence to give him an answer or chain of custody to blame. Just Danny's hands and Flack's mouth, and he thinks of DNA like he's a victim waiting to happen.



Things that will be finished before June 19: New York Minute. It will be done by then, or I swear to God I'll stay up all night writing the 18th to get it done, because after the 19th I'm not going to be here. The band's going to Disneyland for a week, and I don't want to take a weeklong hiatus from one fic. After that I have a couple days at home, then Bioengineering Summer Camp for another week at the University of Washington in Seattle. This means I will not be home, and I probably won't have Internet access.

Things you can expect this summer:
Snafu 2.0 (a.k.a. the rewrite, because, plot holes big enough to drive a tanker through)
Omerta
possibly Black Monday (the first Mac story).

Comments

[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

*flail* Oh my *fuck* that was hot. Wow. Um. And like... there's this faintest almost-kinda undercurrent of non-con, but it's not a bad non-con exactly, though that sounds sketchy and isn't quite what I mean. But yeah. Hot. :-)

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*blink* I think Mac is dreaming. Or something. Danny and Flack are saying something along the lines of, "Mac? Are you crazy? What, we're not that insane!"

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Mac *is* crazy, to be sure. But Danny and Flack aren't suicidal. ;-) (well, okay, maybe they are, but only under profoundly extenuating circumstances.)

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But Danny and Flack aren't suicidal. ;-) (well, okay, maybe they are, but only under profoundly extenuating circumstances.)

Like saving New York from the Evil Bumblebees from Mars?

(I'm sorry, I have no idea where my mind is right now. I blame the fact I'm skipping orchestra)

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That would be a worthy cause. Also worthy would be Mac having his little mommy-issue freakout (I had Miracle porn in my head, I'll have you know, until I took a nap and woke up and there he was sitting in a corner of the locker room, hiding with Stella and not-at-all-crying).

I have no idea where my mind is right now
I know the feeling. I have a low-grade fever, and I just spontaneously composed a parody of "Walking in Memphis". x_x

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Also worthy would be Mac having his little mommy-issue freakout

Hmm. I suppose that would be a worthy cause. With a lot of alcohol involved, I would guess. And Stella. *blink* Er. I think I just blinded my mind's eye.

I had Miracle porn in my head, I'll have you know, until I took a nap and woke up and there he was sitting in a corner of the locker room, hiding with Stella and not-at-all-crying

Curse you, Mac Taylor! *shakes fist* Mmmmm. Miracle. Went and read all my old stuff yesterday and it is surprisingly good. I shock myself sometimes. Unfortunately have no Miracle bunnies.

Oooooh. Poor Mac. He needs a hug, and some sex, and some alcohol. In large quantities.

*facepalm* Oh, God, I have to go look stuff up on emotional abuse for the Mac trilogy, don't I.

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Mmmmm. Miracle. Went and read all my old stuff yesterday and it is surprisingly good. I shock myself sometimes. Unfortunately have no Miracle bunnies.
Dude, your stuff is *hot*. And the bunnies are kinda still there. They were kind of shaky to begin with, see. It's like... post movie. I think. And I got the idea from reading the one Miracle fic (which isn't really slash unless you squint really hard) on the Yuletide website, and it's Rizzo/OC. Rizzo tops. Because OC's being a bastard about something.

He needs a hug, and some sex, and some alcohol. In large quantities.
He does. In fact, he does *tell* Stella that he's not crying. When he's got his face buried in her shoulder. He informs her, muffled but matter of fact, "I'm not crying." And Stella's like, "oooo-kay. whatever. you just keep not-crying, there, pal."

Oh, God, I have to go look stuff up on emotional abuse for the Mac trilogy, don't I.
I find my parents to be an excellent resource in this regard. But that's just me being a bastard. ;-) Actually, I seem to recall it's pretty hard to find decent resources on the subject, because it's so difficult to quantify. But I haven't looked up anything on it *specifically*, at least not lately. So like, let me know if you find anything good?

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And I got the idea from reading the one Miracle fic (which isn't really slash unless you squint really hard) on the Yuletide website, and it's Rizzo/OC. Rizzo tops. Because OC's being a bastard about something.

*arches eyebrows* Where exactly is this? (Dude, when you actually look at the movie - twenty-eight times - the Rizzo/OC subtext is all there. The long lingering glances, which is all I remember at the moment. Still a Mac/OC shipper, though. Or Jimmy/OC, or Mark/OC, because, well, Michael Mantenuto. Is extremely hot. And dude, there was a guy that looked just like him at my school, and I had the biggest crush ever on him, but then he cut his hair and went out with one of my friends, and he's pretty much a jerk. Although amusing. And in my band. Oh, wait, he didn't look like OC, he looked like Mark, complete with puppydog eyes. The drummer looks like OC, although not so much anymore. But he still has the hair.)

He does. In fact, he does *tell* Stella that he's not crying. When he's got his face buried in her shoulder. He informs her, muffled but matter of fact, "I'm not crying." And Stella's like, "oooo-kay. whatever. you just keep not-crying, there, pal."

Oh, dear. Stella? You are the bestest friend ever, and far more than Mac deserves.

Somebody tell me if Stella would put Mac as her next of kin, or power of attorney, or whatever. Since, well, no family. And Mac? Pretends he doesn't have a family, and probably has put Stella down.

Eep, have to go to dinner.

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*arches eyebrows* Where exactly is this?
It's here (http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/10/keepsfollowing.html). And it's really good. Really, *really* good.

Dude, when you actually look at the movie - twenty-eight times - the Rizzo/OC subtext is all there. The long lingering glances, which is all I remember at the moment.
Well, there's also the fact that Rizzo seems to be only sane man in the Boston equation. ;) (I mean like... in the bar, when OC looks like he wants to beat Mac into teeny tiny little puck-sized chunks, and Rizzo's like, "easy there big guy", and OC actually shuts up?) I need to watch the movie again. With my CSI detail eyes.

Still a Mac/OC shipper, though. Or Jimmy/OC, or Mark/OC, because, well, Michael Mantenuto. Is extremely hot.
He is. :D And, dude, Holliston, the guy's hometown? Is like, less than 20 miles from where I live. (it's still in the middle of fucking nowhere, but hey).

Stella? You are the bestest friend ever, and far more than Mac deserves.
She so is. She takes him down to the lockers so no one will actually be able to find them, and sets him down, and doesn't make him talk (he does, though, stumblingly and cryptically), and she puts up with him. (the best image I got was that he takes her hand--you know like, laces his fingers with hers, but otherwise isn't touching her, and he does this when he's talking about it.)

Somebody tell me if Stella would put Mac as her next of kin, or power of attorney, or whatever. Since, well, no family. And Mac? Pretends he doesn't have a family, and probably has put Stella down.
I'm cracking up here, because stellaluna_ and I were talking about this very thing not too long ago. She says Mac would probably put her down and then neglect to *tell* her he'd given her power of attorney. I didn't think about what Stella would do, though, and you're right. She has to have someone. *considers this*

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*glares at computer* Omigawd you suck so much right now. Had a whole response written out, and the blasted thing shut down my internet!

Well, there's also the fact that Rizzo seems to be only sane man in the Boston equation.

*helpfully* Well, Silky's pretty sane, too. But we don't see enough of him to say anything but, "oh, cute! did Mac just give him underwear?"

I mean like... in the bar, when OC looks like he wants to beat Mac into teeny tiny little puck-sized chunks, and Rizzo's like, "easy there big guy", and OC actually shuts up?

Hee...I love that scene, if only for the long lingering glares that OC gives Mac. Have you seen the bloopers, and the one scene that Mantenuto keeps screwing up, but which includes OC in, like, a see-through pink shirt or something, the line, "Hey, boys, looks like the blind squirrel finally found a nut", and the line, "Looks like her boyfriend's out of the bathroom, OC." I love that scene. Actually, I love that whole movie, and I really need to watch it for a twenty-ninth time.

She so is. She takes him down to the lockers so no one will actually be able to find them, and sets him down, and doesn't make him talk (he does, though, stumblingly and cryptically), and she puts up with him. (the best image I got was that he takes her hand--you know like, laces his fingers with hers, but otherwise isn't touching her, and he does this when he's talking about it.)

That's a great image, and it's such a Mac/Stella thing to do. Mac needs a friend. Very very badly. And to talk.

I'm cracking up here, because stellaluna_ and I were talking about this very thing not too long ago. She says Mac would probably put her down and then neglect to *tell* her he'd given her power of attorney. I didn't think about what Stella would do, though, and you're right. She has to have someone. *considers this*

Oh, I remember that! It's probably where I got the idea from, and it's been percolating in the back of my brain. Stella would probably tell Mac, and then proceed to threaten him with death and dismemberment if he did anything stupid with her comatose body. And Mac would put her down and not tell her.

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Well, Silky's pretty sane, too. But we don't see enough of him to say anything but, "oh, cute! did Mac just give him underwear?"
...I *really* need to watch this again. (Silky's the one that in the out-takes the locker lady calls a--what was it--"cutie-pie"?)

Have you seen the bloopers, and the one scene that Mantenuto keeps screwing up, but which includes OC in, like, a see-through pink shirt or something, the line, "Hey, boys, looks like the blind squirrel finally found a nut", and the line, "Looks like her boyfriend's out of the bathroom, OC." I love that scene.
Hah! Yes. I love that one. (I think it's a hideously paisley shirt). I always thought the line was "Looks like your boyfriend's out of the bathroom, OC"? (and that scene's not actually in the movie, is it.)

Stella would probably tell Mac, and then proceed to threaten him with death and dismemberment if he did anything stupid with her comatose body. And Mac would put her down and not tell her.
"I'll hunt you down, Mac Taylor..."
"...but you'd be--"
"Fine. I'll tell Flack that if you do anything stupid that *he* has to hunt you down."

I was thinking about this also in the context of my ages-old plotline where Mac freaks and puts Danny through his office window and gets locked up. If Stella's got power of attorney, she's the one who has right to make decisions and like, testify or invoke or whatever on his behalf if the court thinks he's too nuts to set free.

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Silky's the one that in the out-takes the locker lady calls a--what was it--"cutie-pie"?

Yeah, that's him. He's also at the table in the bar scene, not doing much except filling out the survey and being quiet. *considers* He's the other starting forward besides Mark and Mac. *facepalm* I've watched this movie way too many times.

(I think it's a hideously paisley shirt). I always thought the line was "Looks like your boyfriend's out of the bathroom, OC"? (and that scene's not actually in the movie, is it.)

Huh. I liked the shirt, and for some reason decided that OC was a clotheshorse in my universe (which later transferred over to an original). *snicker* I love that scene, and I wish they'd put it in the movie. *pauses* Hey, I could write fic based off that scene!

"I'll hunt you down, Mac Taylor..."
"...but you'd be--"
"Fine. I'll tell Flack that if you do anything stupid that *he* has to hunt you down."

*snicker* Oh so true. And Flack would do it, too. (I've come to the realization that Danny has Val down, which could end...badly - oh, that's probably why Val showed up at the hospital. Because he definitely doesn't trust or like his family enough to trust them with his comatose body. But, oh God, Mac is going to tear Danny apart in Omerta...)

I was thinking about this also in the context of my ages-old plotline where Mac freaks and puts Danny through his office window and gets locked up. If Stella's got power of attorney, she's the one who has right to make decisions and like, testify or invoke or whatever on his behalf if the court thinks he's too nuts to set free.

Oh dear. That...can't possibly end well.

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Huh. I liked the shirt, and for some reason decided that OC was a clotheshorse in my universe
I could be thinking of another shirt. There were certain articles in that movie that made my eyes run away. ;-) Somehow, OC as a clotheshorse makes sense. Not necessarily perfect taste, but he knows what he looks good in. Nothing, for example.

Hey, I could write fic based off that scene!
Yaaaay!

Also talking of Miracle, um, is it just because I'm a boy and I know that boys locker rooms are friggin' skeevy that I don't see anything particularly... unusual... about the team members showering together? Because like, dude. They've been through junior high, and high school, and parts of college.

And Flack would do it, too.
Flack loves his CSIs, he does. But he doesn't easily tolerate stupidity. He'd like, stuff Mac in a closet and forge his signature.

I've come to the realization that Danny has Val down, which could end...badly - oh, that's probably why Val showed up at the hospital. Because he definitely doesn't trust or like his family enough to trust them with his comatose body.
That makes a *lot* of sense, and seems perfect for your universe (and if Val existed in canon, there too.)

That...can't possibly end well.
It might end better if Mac had told her before hand. At least this way, he doesn't go to jail for aggravated assault. He just gets committed. on the upside, it's pretty nice, for a locked ward

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Somehow, OC as a clotheshorse makes sense. Not necessarily perfect taste, but he knows what he looks good in. Nothing, for example.

I have this idea he has some really weird stuff in his closet, as well as enough clothes to last him a month or so, and hates doing laundry, so every now and then when he's running low he comes to practice in leather pants and some see-through gold mesh shirt. And then get hopelessly teased.

Also talking of Miracle, um, is it just because I'm a boy and I know that boys locker rooms are friggin' skeevy that I don't see anything particularly... unusual... about the team members showering together? Because like, dude. They've been through junior high, and high school, and parts of college.

I don't see anything wrong with it. (And am I the only one that got angry when Gavin O'Connor said they were going to put another shower scene in but changed their minds because "how many shower scenes do we really need in one movie?" Wait. This is LJ. You're never the only one.)

Flack loves his CSIs, he does. But he doesn't easily tolerate stupidity. He'd like, stuff Mac in a closet and forge his signature.

Or an evidence locker. Or pretend to be Mac, but that's really quite a scary thought.

That makes a *lot* of sense, and seems perfect for your universe (and if Val existed in canon, there too.)

I have to keep reminding myself my universe isn't canon. Although if CBS created Val they'd probably screw him up.

It might end better if Mac had told her before hand. At least this way, he doesn't go to jail for aggravated assault. He just gets committed. on the upside, it's pretty nice, for a locked ward

And Stella gets the Crime Lab? Oh dear. Poor Mac.

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so every now and then when he's running low he comes to practice in leather pants and some see-through gold mesh shirt. And then get hopelessly teased.
*splorfle* Oh, my god. That's... that's fucking awesome. Yeah, I can see that. Personally, I wouldn't trust OC with laundry. On the other hand, he seems like the type who'd learn his lesson after the first time he turned his underwear pink. "Hey, OC, your girlfriend lose something?"

I don't see anything wrong with it.
I have this sense it's because the writing part of the fandom (and probably the rest of it) seems to be comprised mainly of teenage girls. And you're clearly sane, so no offense meant. But I've heard that girls lockers are nicer, not to mention there may be less of a stringent custom regarding changing for gym. But seriously, people. These guys are probably quite well accustomed to showering with each other, and it's no big mystery. It's either be seen naked or not shower. And the latter, if one wants to get laid, is just not an option. (this is, I'm sure you can tell, one of my teeny little peeves regarding this--and I guess this would apply to any sports movie--fandom).

And am I the only one that got angry when Gavin O'Connor said they were going to put another shower scene in but changed their minds because "how many shower scenes do we really need in one movie?"
*cracks up really hard* Oh, man. That *is* disappointing. And I wanted to see Eddie Cahill shirtless! No damn fair there, bastards. How many shower scenes do you really need? That's not a fair question there, Mr. O'Connor. It's not a "shower scene". It's "character development". With soap. And naked. *halo*

Although if CBS created Val they'd probably screw him up.
Ahh, that's probably true. Poor Val. And I often have to remind myself that fanfic isn't canon. even if it *does* make a crapload more sense.


And Stella gets the Crime Lab? Oh dear. Poor Mac.
Stella is just plain Not Happy with her new supervisory position. She's even less happy with the big broken window. And the bloodstain that won't come off the floor. And the way Danny moves like he's trying to blend into the walls. And that Mac's away on some locked ward in upper Manhattan pulling his strong silent type trick. Yeah. Stella's... not happy. Nor is Mac, but he's really more concerned, right now, with what exactly he did to Danny (his mind isn't in the mood to let him remember, so he's settling for "it was an accident" and "it was bad").

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Well-written porn! Whoo. Yes: hot. I always like to see Flack's exhibitionism make an appearance (so to speak). And Mac's disconcerted reaction is perfect for him. There's that nice sense of impulse, and being taken so completely by surprise that he reacts out of instinct, and by the time he realizes, hormones have taken over and Flack & Danny are doing a very good job of double-teaming him and keeping him off-balance.

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As I said to mentalhygiene (http://www.livejournal.com/users/mentalhygiene), I think Mac is dreaming. After he finally worked hard enough and long enough that even he fell asleep (probably on his desk, knowing him) and after he walked in on Danny and Flack, then walked out again. Because really? Flack would not be that crazy as to make a move on Mac.