Fic - Push Me, Chap. 2
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seren_ccdTitle: Push Me
Pairing: Danny/Lindsay
Genre: Romance/Drama
Spoilers: Post-Episode 3.19 A Daze of Wine and Roaches
Rating: T
Summary: Is Lindsay ready to move forward? And what causes a healthy 17 year old to die of a sudden heart attack? DL
A/N: Any scientific jargon comes from Wikipedia and I will admit to using a line from Friends, I just couldn't help it. Hope you enjoy!
Lindsay hurried down the building's stairs to meet Danny outside. Her neighbor Jack was just entering the lobby as she exited the stairway. She smiled at the sight of him.
"Hey dollface," Jack said brightly. "Is that gorgeous speciman of a man leaning up against a standard-issue SUV yours? And if he isn't, why not and can I have piece?"
Lindsay laughed. Leave it to Jack to be this cheerful and on the pull at stupid o'clock in the morning.
"Well, he's not mine but I'm fairly sure that he doesn't really swing your way," she told him. "However, I've been wrong about these things in the past, so be my guest."
"You're a peach Linds," Jack said. "Work day starting kinda early isn't it?"
"Look who's talking!" she retorted as she reached the entrance. "Work day ending a bit late?"
"Honey, I'm in show business," Jack grinned. "My work is never done until everyone is entertained. Besides we open this weekend. I'm putting a couple of tickets in your box. And I fully expect to see you there. And no ditching me for dead bodies on subways, I'm still hurt."
Lindsay leaned her back against the door and began to push it to exit. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. And I apologized for that you know."
"Just give me sexy out there's digits and maybe a picture or two and we'll call it even," he called to her.
"You got it!" she said leaving the building. Lindsay turned around still chuckling and caught sight of Danny. Who was watching her. Jack was right. Gorgeous. She straightened and headed towards the SUV, subtly checking him out.
"Illegal," she thought as she took in the gray button-down and slim jeans. "The man should be declared illegal."
She approached the side of the car and finally met his face, which was smirking.
"See something you like Montana?" he said opening the door for her.
Crap. Guess she wasn't as subtle as she thought.
Instead of delivering any one of the numerous quips she had in store for moments like these, Lindsay flushed and just got in the car. Danny chuckled and shut the door.
"Idiot," she thought. "You are a 28 year old woman. You are intelligent and rational. You are not a 13 year old who is too shy to talk to her cute lab partner. Suck it up Monroe and grow up."
Danny started the car and pulled onto the road.
"Lovely mornin' isn't it?" he said drily. Lindsay craned her head to look up at the sky. The sun was rising, but the clouds were thick and heavy.
"Oh, yeah, beautiful," she said. "Great way to start a Tuesday. Hope the rain holds until we're done."
"Hey, don't jinx us," he warned and then yawned widely.
Lindsay smirked. "Late night Messer?"
"More like early morning," Danny said. "These dead people really need to have more respect for a man's sleep. How about you? Mac wake you up?"
"No, I was up already," she broke off biting her lip. Lindsay felt him glance at her. She looked out the window.
"Bad dreams?" he said casually.
Lindsay nodded. "Yeah."
"Yeah," he said in understanding.
The silence afterwards should have been awkward. But it wasn't. Lindsay relaxed in her seat and watched as the building become more and more upscale as they headed towards the park. Danny spotted the patrol cars on the side of the road and pulled over next to them. The two CSI's got out of the car, kits in hand and headed towards the patrolman at the beginning of the path that led into the park. Lindsay glanced up at the sky. The air felt heavy and humid. She stopped on the sidewalk and looked at the buildings around the area of Central Park. Large brownstones with doormen and small cafes and shops lined the street. It was still early, but people were beginning to bustle about as they headed to work. A couple of joggers and dogwalkers passed by. Hardly anyone gave the detectives a second glance. Lindsay furrowed her brow and looked around even more. Danny was halfway to the path when he noticed that she wasn't next to him.
"Something up?" he asked as he walked up next to her. Lindsay was still looking confused and his brow furrowed in response.
"No," she said. "Not really. Just. I don't know. Something seems off."
Danny looked around too. "Early morning, overcast day. Yeah, feels a little weird."
Lindsay glanced at him. "Are you just saying that or do you really feel it too?'
Danny caught her eyes. "Hey, I feel it too."
They stared at each other for a few seconds and Lindsay began to wonder if they had somehow changed the subject without her knowing. She cleared her throat.
"Flack's waiting," she said. Danny smiled a little.
"Yeah," he said. They caught up with the patrolman and headed into the park.
The area where the body was lying was about 50 feet from the edge of the park and very close to the path. The section was already cordoned off with yellow police tape. By some unspoken agreement, Lindsay got ready to take pictures while Danny took out his notebook. Detective Flack was just down the path talking to a distraught young blonde woman in a track suit. He nodded to her and headed towards the CSIs.
"Messer, Lindsay," Detective Flack greeted them. "Nice of you to make it this fine morn'."
Danny snorted. "Morn'? Hey Flack, your Irish is showing. And why am I Messer and she's Lindsay?"
"Cause she's cuter than you are," Flack retorted.
"You know," Danny said as he crossed under the yellow tape and held it up for Lindsay. "Sometimes, those words of yours, they hurt."
Lindsay smiled a little and shook her head at the two of them. She looked at the scene and asked, "If you boys are done, what have we got?"
"Unidentified white male, late teens with no obvious cause of death," Flack stated as he gestured to the body.
Lindsay stared at the body in front of her. He was certainly young and if he had been standing she would have placed him at around 5 feet 10 inches. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt with some kind of writing and design on it, and a black pair of Converses. His hair was dark brown and slightly wavy and his coloring seemed to be naturally pale. There was a large bruise on the left side of his head, the deepest bruising pooled near his temple. His eyes were closed and he was lying flat on his back, arms extended down the length of his body.
"Other than that wound on his head," Danny began. "I don't see any signs of a struggle." He looked around the area. "The shrubs around the body are intact, so this wasn't the kill site."
Lindsay took pictures of the body and went to move closer, but stopped and looked down.
"Has anyone else stepped near the body?" she gestured to the ground and the loose dirt hoping to get a print.
"Negative," Flack answered. "And actually that's something. The patrolman that responded to the call made sure not to touch him and stated that the ground looked like it had been brushed over. There were no footprints."
"Very considerate of them," Danny said sarcastically. "They cleaned up after themselves."
He narrowed his eyes and couched down next to the body looking at the wound.
"No blood and it's only a bruise really," he said. "Definitely not a fatal blow. Looks like someone slammed something upside his head. Can't really tell what."
Lindsay crouched next to Danny and looked. "Maybe he was shoved against something and hit his head?" she posited.
"I don't know," he said. "The bruising seems pretty exact, like it was a deliberate blow against the head."
Lindsay nodded and continued to take pictures. Danny asked Flack, "So who found him?"
"He was found by a, uh, Miss Hilton," Flack answered.
Both Danny and Lindsay looked at him.
"Yeah, no relation," Flack assured them. "She was jogging and stopped to fix her ipod when she saw the body. That was at 5:00 a.m."
"Kinda early for a run isn't it?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, apparently her job starts at 7, she comes this way everyday," Flack said. "Guy has no id on him that we could see. No wallet or watch, nothing."
Danny frowned and stood up. "Yeah, but this is obviously not a mugging. Any identifying marks at all?"
"Well, they're designer jeans and those Converses are actually top of the line," Lindsay said. "He's pretty clean and aside from being dead, he looks healthy enough. I'm going to go with middle to upper-middle class kid."
Danny and Lindsay continued to process the scene. True enough, the area had been brushed over with a branch they found thrown a few feet away from the body. They both cringed at the prospect of dusting for fingerprints. No other obvious trace was found near the body. When they were finished, Danny headed back to the car to store the large branch. Flack joined Lindsay at the body.
She looked at the wound again and said, "You know, I'm placing time of death within the last 8 hours or so. Maybe even less than that."
Flack nodded. "I'd agree with that Lindsay. This part of the park gets a lot of foot traffic, someone had to have seen something. He hasn't been here long." He sighed. "I'd like an id though. Anything stand out to you?"
The CSI studied the body. Lindsay leaned over to get a better view of the t-shirt. The design was a mixture of black, blue, and yellow lines and patterns. "What kind of design is that?" she said almost to herself. "It's kind of like a technicolor Rorshach test."
"Fractals," Danny said coming up behind them. Lindsay and Flack looked at him. "It's a fractal pattern. You know a geometric shape that can be subdivided in parts, each of which is approximately a reduced-size copy of the whole, so when you look at the fractal at different size scales it appears similar despite the size change."
"Just when I thought the man couldn't get any hotter," Lindsay thought. "He has to go and talk advanced mathematics. I could jump him right now." Slightly startled at the thought, Lindsay turned her head away and looked back at the body hoping neither man noticed her flushed face. When she noticed something herself, she leaned closer to the body.
"Well, thanks for the info Professor," Flack said. "But how does that help?"
"Because, the colors are school colors," Lindsay said pointing to the lettering at the edge of the fractal. "See, KHS. Could stand for K-something High School."
She faced the men. "I think Danny's right and these are fractals that represent one of the school's clubs. Maybe the science or math club. Those groups always have t-shirts made for competitions."
"And just how many of these t-shirts did you have Montana?" Danny asked with a glint in his eye. "And do you still have them?"
"Only for math, science, softball, and French club," Lindsay replied primly. "It looks good on your transcript."
Flack chuckled and Danny just smirked.
"Well," Flack said. "That gives me something to go on. I'll check for high schools with a K and has these for school colors."
"He wasn't moved far," Danny said. "I bet it's in the immediate area. Let us know what you find."
Flack nodded and moved aside for the Medical Examiners to enter the area and load the body. Danny looked over at Lindsay.
"Let's get to the lab and begin to process his clothes, maybe the ME will come up with something more definitive for COD," he told her.
Lindsay nodded watching the ME's begin their part of the job. Danny and she loaded up their cases and headed towards the SUV.
"Hungry?" Danny said cautiously.
Lindsay cringed internally and berated herself for being such an ice queen in the past. "Poor guy's afraid I'll take his head off for asking if I want to eat."
Outwardly she smiled at him. "Starved. I haven't eaten yet."
Danny smiled at her. The big smile that crinkled his eyes. "Feel like a fresh bagel with lox and way too much cream cheese?"
"As long as there's a massive cup of coffee along with it," Lindsay answered.
"Now you're talkin'," Danny said as they got in the car.
They parked near the cafe a few blocks from the lab and Danny waited in the car as Lindsay ran into collect their food. She returned to the car with two coffees and their bagels. Danny pointed the car in the direction of the lab garages.
Lindsay was just taking a sip of coffee when Danny asked, "So, do you still have your softball uniform?"
Needless to say, Lindsay promptly burned her tongue.
Pairing: Danny/Lindsay
Genre: Romance/Drama
Spoilers: Post-Episode 3.19 A Daze of Wine and Roaches
Rating: T
Summary: Is Lindsay ready to move forward? And what causes a healthy 17 year old to die of a sudden heart attack? DL
A/N: Any scientific jargon comes from Wikipedia and I will admit to using a line from Friends, I just couldn't help it. Hope you enjoy!
Lindsay hurried down the building's stairs to meet Danny outside. Her neighbor Jack was just entering the lobby as she exited the stairway. She smiled at the sight of him.
"Hey dollface," Jack said brightly. "Is that gorgeous speciman of a man leaning up against a standard-issue SUV yours? And if he isn't, why not and can I have piece?"
Lindsay laughed. Leave it to Jack to be this cheerful and on the pull at stupid o'clock in the morning.
"Well, he's not mine but I'm fairly sure that he doesn't really swing your way," she told him. "However, I've been wrong about these things in the past, so be my guest."
"You're a peach Linds," Jack said. "Work day starting kinda early isn't it?"
"Look who's talking!" she retorted as she reached the entrance. "Work day ending a bit late?"
"Honey, I'm in show business," Jack grinned. "My work is never done until everyone is entertained. Besides we open this weekend. I'm putting a couple of tickets in your box. And I fully expect to see you there. And no ditching me for dead bodies on subways, I'm still hurt."
Lindsay leaned her back against the door and began to push it to exit. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. And I apologized for that you know."
"Just give me sexy out there's digits and maybe a picture or two and we'll call it even," he called to her.
"You got it!" she said leaving the building. Lindsay turned around still chuckling and caught sight of Danny. Who was watching her. Jack was right. Gorgeous. She straightened and headed towards the SUV, subtly checking him out.
"Illegal," she thought as she took in the gray button-down and slim jeans. "The man should be declared illegal."
She approached the side of the car and finally met his face, which was smirking.
"See something you like Montana?" he said opening the door for her.
Crap. Guess she wasn't as subtle as she thought.
Instead of delivering any one of the numerous quips she had in store for moments like these, Lindsay flushed and just got in the car. Danny chuckled and shut the door.
"Idiot," she thought. "You are a 28 year old woman. You are intelligent and rational. You are not a 13 year old who is too shy to talk to her cute lab partner. Suck it up Monroe and grow up."
Danny started the car and pulled onto the road.
"Lovely mornin' isn't it?" he said drily. Lindsay craned her head to look up at the sky. The sun was rising, but the clouds were thick and heavy.
"Oh, yeah, beautiful," she said. "Great way to start a Tuesday. Hope the rain holds until we're done."
"Hey, don't jinx us," he warned and then yawned widely.
Lindsay smirked. "Late night Messer?"
"More like early morning," Danny said. "These dead people really need to have more respect for a man's sleep. How about you? Mac wake you up?"
"No, I was up already," she broke off biting her lip. Lindsay felt him glance at her. She looked out the window.
"Bad dreams?" he said casually.
Lindsay nodded. "Yeah."
"Yeah," he said in understanding.
The silence afterwards should have been awkward. But it wasn't. Lindsay relaxed in her seat and watched as the building become more and more upscale as they headed towards the park. Danny spotted the patrol cars on the side of the road and pulled over next to them. The two CSI's got out of the car, kits in hand and headed towards the patrolman at the beginning of the path that led into the park. Lindsay glanced up at the sky. The air felt heavy and humid. She stopped on the sidewalk and looked at the buildings around the area of Central Park. Large brownstones with doormen and small cafes and shops lined the street. It was still early, but people were beginning to bustle about as they headed to work. A couple of joggers and dogwalkers passed by. Hardly anyone gave the detectives a second glance. Lindsay furrowed her brow and looked around even more. Danny was halfway to the path when he noticed that she wasn't next to him.
"Something up?" he asked as he walked up next to her. Lindsay was still looking confused and his brow furrowed in response.
"No," she said. "Not really. Just. I don't know. Something seems off."
Danny looked around too. "Early morning, overcast day. Yeah, feels a little weird."
Lindsay glanced at him. "Are you just saying that or do you really feel it too?'
Danny caught her eyes. "Hey, I feel it too."
They stared at each other for a few seconds and Lindsay began to wonder if they had somehow changed the subject without her knowing. She cleared her throat.
"Flack's waiting," she said. Danny smiled a little.
"Yeah," he said. They caught up with the patrolman and headed into the park.
The area where the body was lying was about 50 feet from the edge of the park and very close to the path. The section was already cordoned off with yellow police tape. By some unspoken agreement, Lindsay got ready to take pictures while Danny took out his notebook. Detective Flack was just down the path talking to a distraught young blonde woman in a track suit. He nodded to her and headed towards the CSIs.
"Messer, Lindsay," Detective Flack greeted them. "Nice of you to make it this fine morn'."
Danny snorted. "Morn'? Hey Flack, your Irish is showing. And why am I Messer and she's Lindsay?"
"Cause she's cuter than you are," Flack retorted.
"You know," Danny said as he crossed under the yellow tape and held it up for Lindsay. "Sometimes, those words of yours, they hurt."
Lindsay smiled a little and shook her head at the two of them. She looked at the scene and asked, "If you boys are done, what have we got?"
"Unidentified white male, late teens with no obvious cause of death," Flack stated as he gestured to the body.
Lindsay stared at the body in front of her. He was certainly young and if he had been standing she would have placed him at around 5 feet 10 inches. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt with some kind of writing and design on it, and a black pair of Converses. His hair was dark brown and slightly wavy and his coloring seemed to be naturally pale. There was a large bruise on the left side of his head, the deepest bruising pooled near his temple. His eyes were closed and he was lying flat on his back, arms extended down the length of his body.
"Other than that wound on his head," Danny began. "I don't see any signs of a struggle." He looked around the area. "The shrubs around the body are intact, so this wasn't the kill site."
Lindsay took pictures of the body and went to move closer, but stopped and looked down.
"Has anyone else stepped near the body?" she gestured to the ground and the loose dirt hoping to get a print.
"Negative," Flack answered. "And actually that's something. The patrolman that responded to the call made sure not to touch him and stated that the ground looked like it had been brushed over. There were no footprints."
"Very considerate of them," Danny said sarcastically. "They cleaned up after themselves."
He narrowed his eyes and couched down next to the body looking at the wound.
"No blood and it's only a bruise really," he said. "Definitely not a fatal blow. Looks like someone slammed something upside his head. Can't really tell what."
Lindsay crouched next to Danny and looked. "Maybe he was shoved against something and hit his head?" she posited.
"I don't know," he said. "The bruising seems pretty exact, like it was a deliberate blow against the head."
Lindsay nodded and continued to take pictures. Danny asked Flack, "So who found him?"
"He was found by a, uh, Miss Hilton," Flack answered.
Both Danny and Lindsay looked at him.
"Yeah, no relation," Flack assured them. "She was jogging and stopped to fix her ipod when she saw the body. That was at 5:00 a.m."
"Kinda early for a run isn't it?" Danny asked.
"Yeah, apparently her job starts at 7, she comes this way everyday," Flack said. "Guy has no id on him that we could see. No wallet or watch, nothing."
Danny frowned and stood up. "Yeah, but this is obviously not a mugging. Any identifying marks at all?"
"Well, they're designer jeans and those Converses are actually top of the line," Lindsay said. "He's pretty clean and aside from being dead, he looks healthy enough. I'm going to go with middle to upper-middle class kid."
Danny and Lindsay continued to process the scene. True enough, the area had been brushed over with a branch they found thrown a few feet away from the body. They both cringed at the prospect of dusting for fingerprints. No other obvious trace was found near the body. When they were finished, Danny headed back to the car to store the large branch. Flack joined Lindsay at the body.
She looked at the wound again and said, "You know, I'm placing time of death within the last 8 hours or so. Maybe even less than that."
Flack nodded. "I'd agree with that Lindsay. This part of the park gets a lot of foot traffic, someone had to have seen something. He hasn't been here long." He sighed. "I'd like an id though. Anything stand out to you?"
The CSI studied the body. Lindsay leaned over to get a better view of the t-shirt. The design was a mixture of black, blue, and yellow lines and patterns. "What kind of design is that?" she said almost to herself. "It's kind of like a technicolor Rorshach test."
"Fractals," Danny said coming up behind them. Lindsay and Flack looked at him. "It's a fractal pattern. You know a geometric shape that can be subdivided in parts, each of which is approximately a reduced-size copy of the whole, so when you look at the fractal at different size scales it appears similar despite the size change."
"Just when I thought the man couldn't get any hotter," Lindsay thought. "He has to go and talk advanced mathematics. I could jump him right now." Slightly startled at the thought, Lindsay turned her head away and looked back at the body hoping neither man noticed her flushed face. When she noticed something herself, she leaned closer to the body.
"Well, thanks for the info Professor," Flack said. "But how does that help?"
"Because, the colors are school colors," Lindsay said pointing to the lettering at the edge of the fractal. "See, KHS. Could stand for K-something High School."
She faced the men. "I think Danny's right and these are fractals that represent one of the school's clubs. Maybe the science or math club. Those groups always have t-shirts made for competitions."
"And just how many of these t-shirts did you have Montana?" Danny asked with a glint in his eye. "And do you still have them?"
"Only for math, science, softball, and French club," Lindsay replied primly. "It looks good on your transcript."
Flack chuckled and Danny just smirked.
"Well," Flack said. "That gives me something to go on. I'll check for high schools with a K and has these for school colors."
"He wasn't moved far," Danny said. "I bet it's in the immediate area. Let us know what you find."
Flack nodded and moved aside for the Medical Examiners to enter the area and load the body. Danny looked over at Lindsay.
"Let's get to the lab and begin to process his clothes, maybe the ME will come up with something more definitive for COD," he told her.
Lindsay nodded watching the ME's begin their part of the job. Danny and she loaded up their cases and headed towards the SUV.
"Hungry?" Danny said cautiously.
Lindsay cringed internally and berated herself for being such an ice queen in the past. "Poor guy's afraid I'll take his head off for asking if I want to eat."
Outwardly she smiled at him. "Starved. I haven't eaten yet."
Danny smiled at her. The big smile that crinkled his eyes. "Feel like a fresh bagel with lox and way too much cream cheese?"
"As long as there's a massive cup of coffee along with it," Lindsay answered.
"Now you're talkin'," Danny said as they got in the car.
They parked near the cafe a few blocks from the lab and Danny waited in the car as Lindsay ran into collect their food. She returned to the car with two coffees and their bagels. Danny pointed the car in the direction of the lab garages.
Lindsay was just taking a sip of coffee when Danny asked, "So, do you still have your softball uniform?"
Needless to say, Lindsay promptly burned her tongue.
