CSI: NY AU: The Tomorrow People
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bedlamsbardFact: I have no life.
Fact: In fact, I have less of a life than I did last year, which is saying something.
Fact: Outside of school, which takes up a significant portion of my day, and homework, which takes up a slightly less significant portion, I have jazz band at seven am everyday (which is actually part of school, but hey, who cares about such little distinctions), orchestra on thursday evenings from six-thirty to eight once it starts, piano lessons on wednesday from three-thirty to four, sax lessons sometime in the evening one day a week when they start, creative writing club on thursdays from three to four, pep band on opposite fridays for the length of the football game plus an hour beforehand during football season, and pep band on various tuesdays and fridays for about the same amount of time during basketball season. Now. Taking all this into consideration, exactly when do I have time to do sports or, you know, have a life? Um...none.Oh, God, NaNo's going to suck so much but I will persevere!
Fact: My desktop is currently in the shop. Due to the amazing number of viruses found on it (you don't want to know how many, trust me), it gets to get wiped and reformatted. Yay. Not.
There are things you never want to hear from your boss...
"Taylor! Taylor!!"
Mac stepped out of the lab, hearing the door click shut behind him. "Yes?"
Vicaro held up the newspaper. "You see this? Come on, Taylor, you see this? Why the hell do I got to find out about it from the fucking news, huh? Isn't this the sorta thing I'm supposed to be informed about?"
Mac took the newspaper from him. "Stella and I investigated this," he said, after glancing at the headline. "We just got back, actually. There was nothing there, as usual." He handed the paper back to Vicaro, who scowled.
"Yeah, well, the Ghost's gotta be gettin' into that joint somehow, ya know? How come you haven't figured it out yet, if you're so goddamn smart, Taylor?"
"We're assuming it has something to do with her meta-powers," Mac says. "Unfortunately, the surveillance tapes don't show anything, so --"
Vicaro weaved a hand. "Whatever. Listen, Maka and I just got back from Tiffany's."
Mac blinked. "Well, congratulations, but you'll have to know that I hardly condone inter-office relationships, and I hope you understand that this isn't to affect your work --"
"We're not fucking engaged, Taylor. Obviousy, you haven't seen the Herald, otherwise you'd know that the Angel was infolved in an attempted robbery today. Check this out."
Mac followed him into the evidence lab. Maka glanced up from where she was laying out items with gloved hands. "The Angel was injured," she said. "It was all caught on the building's security monitors, which we have right here." She tapped a set of video tapes with one finger. "Then there's these."
"Feathers," Mac said.
"Pure white. Aren't they pretty?"
"Ah --"
"Forget that," Vicaro said. He stomped forward and picked up a handful. "Look at this," he said gleefully. "Blood. You know what that means? It means DNA. And you know what that means? It means we can find out who this son of a bitch is that thinks he can do our fucking job."
Maka rolled her eyes at Mac. "There's also this," she said, holding a small plastic bag.
Mac took it from her. ".45," he said, looking at the bullet. "Through and through?"
"Uh-huh. There's enough blood we should be able to get a complete DNA profile of him. Every little mutation." She grinned. "Remember how we caught the Rockman back in January?"
"Blood from a stone," Mac said reminiscently. "Yes, indeed. Good job, you two. Keep me updated."
"Oh, we will," Vicaro said, beaming at the feathers in his hand. "Trust me, we will."
*
"How you feeling, Donny?"
"Like shit," Flack said, flexing his wings and showering the room with droplets of water. He shook his head too, black hair fluffing around his face like a dog's. "I think I'm gonna start molting soon, and that's gonna suck. I hate molting."
"It's a bitch to clean up, too," Gavin said. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a six-pack. "Go get some clothes on, why doncha, and then you can take a break. Watch reruns, eat pizza, get drunk."
Flack's wings fanned the air gently, leaving a faint mist in their wake. "Sounds great," he said, "but I got a appointment."
"With what?"
"The sky, Gav." He turned his head toward the window. "The sky, and a buncha lowlifes need to be taught a lesson."
*
"Mac!" Stella said, throwing the door to the lab open. "Mac, you better get in here now. You're going to want to see this."
Mac glanced at Maka and Vicaro, who was peering around Stella in an attempt to divine the secrets of their private lab. "Excuse me," he said, and stepped across the hall to pull the door decisively shut behind him. "What is it?"
"Danny's in the Green Room, right?" Stella said. "Well, about five minutes ago the monitors started going crazy. Check this out." She snatched a printout from her already cluttered desk. "This is a normal DNA profile of him, right? Not the one we use to ID criminals, but the one that tracks his genes and tells us whether they're mutated or not. Look. It's flatline here. This is his NYPD profile, updated last year."
"Right," Mac said.
She snatched up another handful of printouts. "The one we took this morning. Flatline. After he took the serum we moved him into the Green Room, and its monitors are constantly producing a DNA profile, right? Right. You know that, you designed the thing. Right after. Flatline. One minute -- it's spiking slightly. Two -- the spike's growing. Three -- still growing. Four -- still. Five? The monitors lost their fucking minds. Check this out."
Mac took them from her. It wasn't just DNA profiles, but nervous system and brain activity as well. All three charts were spiking wildly. "Wow," he breathed under his breath. "It's -- it's happening. It's actually happening. I -- this ---"
"Don't get your hopes too high," Stella said suddenly, as if the realization had just occurred to her. "We don't know what's happening to Danny yet. I mean, it could -- it could end up being another useless wild card like the Human Goldfish. Remember that?"
"I think we need to see this," Mac said, and he stepped across the lab to turn on the video feed. The wall across from them flickered slightly and checkboarded into television screen after television screen, of different viewpoints around the lab, one whole side the physical monitors.
"Whoa," Stella said, impressed. "So -- the Human --"
Distressed, Mac said, "I've turned my secondbest detective into a velociraptor!"
Fact: In fact, I have less of a life than I did last year, which is saying something.
Fact: Outside of school, which takes up a significant portion of my day, and homework, which takes up a slightly less significant portion, I have jazz band at seven am everyday (which is actually part of school, but hey, who cares about such little distinctions), orchestra on thursday evenings from six-thirty to eight once it starts, piano lessons on wednesday from three-thirty to four, sax lessons sometime in the evening one day a week when they start, creative writing club on thursdays from three to four, pep band on opposite fridays for the length of the football game plus an hour beforehand during football season, and pep band on various tuesdays and fridays for about the same amount of time during basketball season. Now. Taking all this into consideration, exactly when do I have time to do sports or, you know, have a life? Um...none.
Fact: My desktop is currently in the shop. Due to the amazing number of viruses found on it (you don't want to know how many, trust me), it gets to get wiped and reformatted. Yay. Not.
There are things you never want to hear from your boss...
"Taylor! Taylor!!"
Mac stepped out of the lab, hearing the door click shut behind him. "Yes?"
Vicaro held up the newspaper. "You see this? Come on, Taylor, you see this? Why the hell do I got to find out about it from the fucking news, huh? Isn't this the sorta thing I'm supposed to be informed about?"
Mac took the newspaper from him. "Stella and I investigated this," he said, after glancing at the headline. "We just got back, actually. There was nothing there, as usual." He handed the paper back to Vicaro, who scowled.
"Yeah, well, the Ghost's gotta be gettin' into that joint somehow, ya know? How come you haven't figured it out yet, if you're so goddamn smart, Taylor?"
"We're assuming it has something to do with her meta-powers," Mac says. "Unfortunately, the surveillance tapes don't show anything, so --"
Vicaro weaved a hand. "Whatever. Listen, Maka and I just got back from Tiffany's."
Mac blinked. "Well, congratulations, but you'll have to know that I hardly condone inter-office relationships, and I hope you understand that this isn't to affect your work --"
"We're not fucking engaged, Taylor. Obviousy, you haven't seen the Herald, otherwise you'd know that the Angel was infolved in an attempted robbery today. Check this out."
Mac followed him into the evidence lab. Maka glanced up from where she was laying out items with gloved hands. "The Angel was injured," she said. "It was all caught on the building's security monitors, which we have right here." She tapped a set of video tapes with one finger. "Then there's these."
"Feathers," Mac said.
"Pure white. Aren't they pretty?"
"Ah --"
"Forget that," Vicaro said. He stomped forward and picked up a handful. "Look at this," he said gleefully. "Blood. You know what that means? It means DNA. And you know what that means? It means we can find out who this son of a bitch is that thinks he can do our fucking job."
Maka rolled her eyes at Mac. "There's also this," she said, holding a small plastic bag.
Mac took it from her. ".45," he said, looking at the bullet. "Through and through?"
"Uh-huh. There's enough blood we should be able to get a complete DNA profile of him. Every little mutation." She grinned. "Remember how we caught the Rockman back in January?"
"Blood from a stone," Mac said reminiscently. "Yes, indeed. Good job, you two. Keep me updated."
"Oh, we will," Vicaro said, beaming at the feathers in his hand. "Trust me, we will."
*
"How you feeling, Donny?"
"Like shit," Flack said, flexing his wings and showering the room with droplets of water. He shook his head too, black hair fluffing around his face like a dog's. "I think I'm gonna start molting soon, and that's gonna suck. I hate molting."
"It's a bitch to clean up, too," Gavin said. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a six-pack. "Go get some clothes on, why doncha, and then you can take a break. Watch reruns, eat pizza, get drunk."
Flack's wings fanned the air gently, leaving a faint mist in their wake. "Sounds great," he said, "but I got a appointment."
"With what?"
"The sky, Gav." He turned his head toward the window. "The sky, and a buncha lowlifes need to be taught a lesson."
*
"Mac!" Stella said, throwing the door to the lab open. "Mac, you better get in here now. You're going to want to see this."
Mac glanced at Maka and Vicaro, who was peering around Stella in an attempt to divine the secrets of their private lab. "Excuse me," he said, and stepped across the hall to pull the door decisively shut behind him. "What is it?"
"Danny's in the Green Room, right?" Stella said. "Well, about five minutes ago the monitors started going crazy. Check this out." She snatched a printout from her already cluttered desk. "This is a normal DNA profile of him, right? Not the one we use to ID criminals, but the one that tracks his genes and tells us whether they're mutated or not. Look. It's flatline here. This is his NYPD profile, updated last year."
"Right," Mac said.
She snatched up another handful of printouts. "The one we took this morning. Flatline. After he took the serum we moved him into the Green Room, and its monitors are constantly producing a DNA profile, right? Right. You know that, you designed the thing. Right after. Flatline. One minute -- it's spiking slightly. Two -- the spike's growing. Three -- still growing. Four -- still. Five? The monitors lost their fucking minds. Check this out."
Mac took them from her. It wasn't just DNA profiles, but nervous system and brain activity as well. All three charts were spiking wildly. "Wow," he breathed under his breath. "It's -- it's happening. It's actually happening. I -- this ---"
"Don't get your hopes too high," Stella said suddenly, as if the realization had just occurred to her. "We don't know what's happening to Danny yet. I mean, it could -- it could end up being another useless wild card like the Human Goldfish. Remember that?"
"I think we need to see this," Mac said, and he stepped across the lab to turn on the video feed. The wall across from them flickered slightly and checkboarded into television screen after television screen, of different viewpoints around the lab, one whole side the physical monitors.
"Whoa," Stella said, impressed. "So -- the Human --"
Distressed, Mac said, "I've turned my secondbest detective into a velociraptor!"
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Date: 2005-09-14 03:01 am (UTC)Oh my GOD. You're insane. In all the best possible ways.
Flack molting was funny enough, but then *Danny*, and Mac's *reaction*, and...oh, god. *sporfle*
Also, perfect Vicaro voice, with the snark and the hostility toward the nerds.
This killed me so ded, and you have no idea how much I needed to laugh at something tonight.
Oh, God, NaNo's going to suck so much but I will persevere!Dude, you're doing NaNo? Because I've been thinking about doing it this year too, but it totally freaks me out.
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Date: 2005-09-15 01:41 am (UTC)It gets
worsebetter. Wait till you see Aiden! And Chad! Except I don't actually remember what happens to him, but still. ...that's really weird, because I actually came up with what would happen to him. CRAP.Yeah, Danny? Number one on the list of top ten things you never want to hear from your boss. And of course Flack's gonna molt, and damn, but does Gavin ever hate cleaning it up. And boy, poor Flack, no one-night stands for him, not with those wings. Poor baby.
Also, perfect Vicaro voice, with the snark and the hostility toward the nerds.
Ah, good, glad I got Vicaro right. He's sort of weird. Plus I had to make up a first name for him, since he doesn't actually have one in canon.
Dude, you're doing NaNo? Because I've been thinking about doing it this year too, but it totally freaks me out.
Do it! I've been doing it for the last three years and I've never actually finished, but it's totally fun and the people there are great. Insane, but this is the Internet, what do you expect? Even if you don't finish your 50K it's still fun, a great lightning bolt from the sky doesn't come down and smite you, and you get to stare at the people that get 150K or 200K and go, "Dude, when do you sleep?" It'd be nice to have someone I know doing it too.
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Date: 2005-09-15 03:04 am (UTC)*sporfle* Poor baby, indeed. Both of them. I feel semi-guilty for laughing at their pain, but damn, that's some funny stuff right there. Comedy *gold*, actually. And poor Gavin is so put-upon. Mac is taking a liiittle too naturally to this whole mad scientist gig.
They need some lovin' to ease their pain.Even if you don't finish your 50K it's still fun, a great lightning bolt from the sky doesn't come down and smite you, and you get to stare at the people that get 150K or 200K and go, "Dude, when do you sleep?" It'd be nice to have someone I know doing it too.
It *would* be. That makes it more appealing to me, too. I'm not sure what exactly I'm going to work on for NaNo, since the novel and I are having Big Issues at the moment, but hell, I've got almost two months to decide that part.
*deep breath* Okay. I'm doin' it.
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Date: 2005-09-16 01:30 am (UTC)The lovin' will come, it will. Wing!sex! And Mac? Will do the classic mad scientist in a comic book thing sometime. *rubs hands together nefariously* And poor Stella, she's the only sane one. She and Vicaro.
...uh, sort of.
It *would* be. That makes it more appealing to me, too. I'm not sure what exactly I'm going to work on for NaNo, since the novel and I are having Big Issues at the moment, but hell, I've got almost two months to decide that part.
You don't even have to write original fic. There are a lot of people that write fanfic. I might be working on my PI original, or I might be writing Bloody Sunday. I don't know yet.
Of course, there are the crazy people that write several novels, but we don't talk about them.*deep breath* Okay. I'm doin' it.
Yay!
Besides, they have t-shirts.(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-16 03:39 am (UTC)You don't even have to write original fic. There are a lot of people that write fanfic. I might be working on my PI original, or I might be writing Bloody Sunday. I don't know yet. Of course, there are the crazy people that write several novels, but we don't talk about them.
*nod* I was thinking about that, too, that I'd heard of people doing fanfic during NaNo. And I'm leaning toward going that route at the moment, unless I *really* get my thoughts about the novel straightened out between now and November. But with fanfic, I have *plenty* of things to choose from. Partnersverse, the fifth "Dead Star" story (assuming I'm done with the fourth by then, which dear god I hope so), something else entirely...