CSI:NY fic: Bardverse: "Drought"

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Title: Drought
Author: bedlamsbard
Fandom: CSI:NY
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nothing stays the same, not even the things that change. Bardverse, some two or three years after "The Man Who Wasn't There."
Author's Notes: In a startling turn of events, this is...not, actually, limmenel's fault.



The next time Lindsay saw Danny Messer he threw open the door of Mac's office, grabbed the phone from his hand, and threw it into the wall. The wall survived, slightly dented. The phone did not, mostly broken.

"You son of a bitch," Messer said. "You son of a bitch. Don't you ever come near my wife again, do you hear me? Don't you ever even fucking think about it. She nearly died today because of you."

Mac said, "Get out of my office."

Messer said, "I f I see a cop anywhere near my family again I'm putting a bullet in him, you hear me? I don't care if it's a uniform or a detective, I will put a bullet in them. You keep your goons away from my family. I got enough to worry about without the cops painting targets on my wife and my kid."

"Your wife --" Mac began.

"In the hospital with the docs picking a bullet out of her because of your people." He took a deep breath, visibly calming himself down. "Where's Flack? I've been tyring to get him on the horn for the past three hours."

"He's not here anymore."

Messer's eyes narrowed. "You mean he finally got his head on straight and transferred out of CSU."

"No," Mac said. "I mean he left the NYPD and transferred to another department."

Lindsay, in the hall outside Mac's office with one hand on her gun and the other holding the tox report she'd been bringing him, saw Messer open his mouth, close it, and finally say, conversationally, "You ever notice how everyone around you leaves or dies, Mac? Claire, me, Aiden, Flack, Peyton Driscoll -- I heard about what you did to Stella when that serial went down. Who's next on your hit list? Hawkes, your golden girl Monroe, that homicide dick Angell? You gonna fire Stella next or do you think she's gonna get sick of your shit first and walk out, follow Flack outta town? You're like some kinda poison. I never seen people drop so fast as with you, and I'm in the Mafia."

"How did you hear about the serial?" Mac said.

Messer snorted. "Figures you focus on that. I got connections inside the lab, on the force. They're all pretty disgusted with the shit you pulled, and that's not even counting what you did to Aiden." He jabbed a finger in Mac's face. "I've never been so glad not to be a cop anymore as I am everytime I walk in here. You stay away from my family, Mac. I don't want you infecting them."

"Hawkes talked to your wife because he couldn't find you," Mac said. "Since you're here --"

"You wanna talk to me, Taylor," Messer said, "you arrest me. But whatever the hell you do, you stay away from my family. You got that."

"Lindsay can escort you out," Mac said.

Messer glanced over his shoulder at her. "Don't bother. I know my way out."

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