NaNoWriMo + CSI:NY (part 11)
It's the 1/3-point of NaNoWriMo, and my word-count is 17.266! If I continue at that pace, I'll 'win' on the 29th, or the 28th if I have a few really good days.
Anyway, its been a while since I posted CSI:NY stuff
Everything was going really well in Don and Danny's lives. They were happy in their relationship, their moms were happy for them, Danny had kept his word, and despite the general tone, they had yet to be harassed while out together. Things were about to change.
Danny was on his way to work on a Thursday night, when he heard his name in a voice he recognized. Given practically every male with that accent was off-limits under the agreement he had with the NYPD, he ignored it.
"Danny! Wait up!"
Turning, he saw it was his brother, Louie. He continued toward work, so even if Louie forced him to talk to him, he would have witnesses that he had little choice in the encounter.
"Danny, come on. This is crazy. Talk to me."
By now, he was at the back entrance of the restaurant about 15 minutes early. He stuck his head inside to see if one of his acquaintances was there yet, to 'chaperon'.
"Bill, could you come out here a second?"
"What's up, Danny? Who's this? Is he bothering you?"
"This is my brother, Louie. But you remember my deal? I'm not supposed to talk to him. I figure if I at least have a witness or two that say I didn't start it, they won't yank the scholarship."
"Sure, I'll stick around. Want me to grab Suzy too?"
"Sure, thanks," once she'd joined them, Danny turned to Louie, saying, "What's up, Louie? I stayed away for a reason."
"This is just about Dad, isn't it?"
"Nah, this is about Sonny and my deal for whistle blowing. So bug off."
"I just wanted to make sure you were OK. No one's seen you in months."
"Not true, I had dinner with Mama the first half of December and I stayed with Helen for almost two weeks. They'd keep you updated, if it was just that. Don't try and drag me into that stuff again. I have a good life now."
"Can I write to you? Ya know, to keep lines open?"
"Talk to Ma. I send her letters coupla times a month. Add a PS or something. Now I'm almost late for work, so goodbye."
Danny went inside to get ready. Before Suzy and Bill went in, Louie asked them, "Is he really OK?"
"Yeah, he is. He's in college, working here, and from what I can tell, has a steady relationship that makes him happy."
"DI Jenkins, please."
"Hello? This better be good, I only just got in about 2 minutes ago, and haven't had any coffee yet."
"Mr. Jenkins, its Danny Messer. I'm sorry to call you so early, but I assumed you should be informed. Louie, my brother, cornered me outside work last night. No problems, but I know part of the agreement was that I wasn't to have contact with ex-cons. I had two friends come stand with me before I answered him. I figured honesty is the best policy. Do I need to write up a contact report or something?"
"Calm down, Danny. Now he didn't try and hurt you? And you ignored him until your friends were around? You should be fine. Just send a statement to go in your file."
"Just, please get Chief Flack to read the whole thing first. I'm friends with Don, and..."
"Not to worry. Now get to class."
Danny,
Mama's letting me stick a note of my own in here.
All the cousins are over for Easter. Damn, Mark's gotten big!
So what's this I heard from your waiter friends, you have a steady? Tell me about her.
I saw how you'd shaped up your life, and I decided I'd finally do my GED. With Sonny around, I hadn't done much besides run with him. Once he was sent upstate, I just worked in the garage all the time, except for Wednesday evenings and Sundays. Ma made me start going to church more with her. I still think the Wednesday thing is stupid, it’s a Scripture discussion thing, but hey, maybe it'll get me back on the almost-nice list. Mama’s gone somewhere else a few times on Wednesday, not sure what that’s about. Anyway…
Love ya, little bro,
Louie
Mama,
Not much going on these days, though midterms were crazy. From now on, I thankfully will never have a schedule like this again. Oh, and in response to Louie's message, which I have no doubt you read before you mailed it, you can tell him, but make sure Dad's not going to be around. I don't want Louie screaming out my secrets, if he reacts badly, in Dad's hearing...
Before I finish this, wanna meet up for dinner again? Maybe Don'll get his mom to join us. You two can have an 'embarrassing baby stories' party.
Love you,
Danny
Danny,
I told Louie about Don. He wasn't exactly happy, as he still has a distrust of the police, so a cop's kid, and likely a cop himself within the year, is not what Louie had in mind for his little brother. As for the fact that it's a man you're with, he actually wasn't that surprised. He made a foul joke about your love of baseball, which of course I smacked his head about. Making fun of a sibling is all well and good, but bad language is not.
As for dinner, let me know a few good times. Oh, and once I explained the conditions of your scholarship, Louie apologized for potentially messing it up.
Tell Don that I'll be sending you some of those amaretto cookies I used to make for your Easter basket when you were little. He has such a sweet tooth.
Love,
Mama
It was a nice evening in mid-April, surprisingly clear and fairly warm. Don had swung by the shelter to remind his mother about the dinner plans, and Danny was supposed to meet Bella at the Columbus Circle stop.
They all met on the north end of the circle, walking east toward the restaurant.
"So, sweeties, how's school going?"
"Ma!" Don whined, then sobering, he answered, "I'm the designated witness for the final case in my seminar. I was only assigned it yesterday, so I haven't even opened the envelope. It's eating more time than Danny's guitar thing. This is actually the first time in two weeks that we've actually spent more than 20 minutes together."
"Poor babies," Bella cooed a mite sarcastically.
The meal was delicious, and the mothers allowed them to switch seats around so they could talk, and the boys could have a chat. When it came time for dessert the boys paid the check and the Mamas begged off. Danny and Don set off back downtown, stopping at an ice-cream place to get sundaes. Laughing at Danny's ability to get whipped cream on his nose with practically every bite, they savored the sweets and each other's company. At 7:20, Don sobered.
"Gotta go. The first meeting of the prosecution is in 10 minutes in the student center."
"I probably should get going too. I had an idea about a theme to add to the piece while Ma and Mama talked. And, maybe we should have a three hour block once a week for the next month, like 'date night'."
"Saturday from 8-11 PM?"
"Great. Doubt groups are gonna meet then, we might actually get a chance." Waggling his eyebrows and grinning, Danny added, "and my roomies tend to leave for dinner Saturday and not return, physically and/or mentally, until mid-day Sunday. We could have private alone time."
Mama,
I’ve got a concert for my guitar class, I probably mentioned it. I wrote my own music. It’s next Friday, and I’ll probably be playing about 8:15 if you want to come by. Otherwise, I’ll get a copy of the recording and send it to you.
And on the topic you mentioned last time, no we haven’t, stop asking! We agreed that it wasn’t right until we can stay together afterwards with no outside obligations the next morning.
How is your Wednesday thing going? I heard from Louie that you’re having him go to a faith discussion group, I assume while you go to the support group. I hope its helping.
Love you,
Danny
Anyway, its been a while since I posted CSI:NY stuff
Everything was going really well in Don and Danny's lives. They were happy in their relationship, their moms were happy for them, Danny had kept his word, and despite the general tone, they had yet to be harassed while out together. Things were about to change.
Danny was on his way to work on a Thursday night, when he heard his name in a voice he recognized. Given practically every male with that accent was off-limits under the agreement he had with the NYPD, he ignored it.
"Danny! Wait up!"
Turning, he saw it was his brother, Louie. He continued toward work, so even if Louie forced him to talk to him, he would have witnesses that he had little choice in the encounter.
"Danny, come on. This is crazy. Talk to me."
By now, he was at the back entrance of the restaurant about 15 minutes early. He stuck his head inside to see if one of his acquaintances was there yet, to 'chaperon'.
"Bill, could you come out here a second?"
"What's up, Danny? Who's this? Is he bothering you?"
"This is my brother, Louie. But you remember my deal? I'm not supposed to talk to him. I figure if I at least have a witness or two that say I didn't start it, they won't yank the scholarship."
"Sure, I'll stick around. Want me to grab Suzy too?"
"Sure, thanks," once she'd joined them, Danny turned to Louie, saying, "What's up, Louie? I stayed away for a reason."
"This is just about Dad, isn't it?"
"Nah, this is about Sonny and my deal for whistle blowing. So bug off."
"I just wanted to make sure you were OK. No one's seen you in months."
"Not true, I had dinner with Mama the first half of December and I stayed with Helen for almost two weeks. They'd keep you updated, if it was just that. Don't try and drag me into that stuff again. I have a good life now."
"Can I write to you? Ya know, to keep lines open?"
"Talk to Ma. I send her letters coupla times a month. Add a PS or something. Now I'm almost late for work, so goodbye."
Danny went inside to get ready. Before Suzy and Bill went in, Louie asked them, "Is he really OK?"
"Yeah, he is. He's in college, working here, and from what I can tell, has a steady relationship that makes him happy."
"DI Jenkins, please."
"Hello? This better be good, I only just got in about 2 minutes ago, and haven't had any coffee yet."
"Mr. Jenkins, its Danny Messer. I'm sorry to call you so early, but I assumed you should be informed. Louie, my brother, cornered me outside work last night. No problems, but I know part of the agreement was that I wasn't to have contact with ex-cons. I had two friends come stand with me before I answered him. I figured honesty is the best policy. Do I need to write up a contact report or something?"
"Calm down, Danny. Now he didn't try and hurt you? And you ignored him until your friends were around? You should be fine. Just send a statement to go in your file."
"Just, please get Chief Flack to read the whole thing first. I'm friends with Don, and..."
"Not to worry. Now get to class."
Danny,
Mama's letting me stick a note of my own in here.
All the cousins are over for Easter. Damn, Mark's gotten big!
So what's this I heard from your waiter friends, you have a steady? Tell me about her.
I saw how you'd shaped up your life, and I decided I'd finally do my GED. With Sonny around, I hadn't done much besides run with him. Once he was sent upstate, I just worked in the garage all the time, except for Wednesday evenings and Sundays. Ma made me start going to church more with her. I still think the Wednesday thing is stupid, it’s a Scripture discussion thing, but hey, maybe it'll get me back on the almost-nice list. Mama’s gone somewhere else a few times on Wednesday, not sure what that’s about. Anyway…
Love ya, little bro,
Louie
Mama,
Not much going on these days, though midterms were crazy. From now on, I thankfully will never have a schedule like this again. Oh, and in response to Louie's message, which I have no doubt you read before you mailed it, you can tell him, but make sure Dad's not going to be around. I don't want Louie screaming out my secrets, if he reacts badly, in Dad's hearing...
Before I finish this, wanna meet up for dinner again? Maybe Don'll get his mom to join us. You two can have an 'embarrassing baby stories' party.
Love you,
Danny
Danny,
I told Louie about Don. He wasn't exactly happy, as he still has a distrust of the police, so a cop's kid, and likely a cop himself within the year, is not what Louie had in mind for his little brother. As for the fact that it's a man you're with, he actually wasn't that surprised. He made a foul joke about your love of baseball, which of course I smacked his head about. Making fun of a sibling is all well and good, but bad language is not.
As for dinner, let me know a few good times. Oh, and once I explained the conditions of your scholarship, Louie apologized for potentially messing it up.
Tell Don that I'll be sending you some of those amaretto cookies I used to make for your Easter basket when you were little. He has such a sweet tooth.
Love,
Mama
It was a nice evening in mid-April, surprisingly clear and fairly warm. Don had swung by the shelter to remind his mother about the dinner plans, and Danny was supposed to meet Bella at the Columbus Circle stop.
They all met on the north end of the circle, walking east toward the restaurant.
"So, sweeties, how's school going?"
"Ma!" Don whined, then sobering, he answered, "I'm the designated witness for the final case in my seminar. I was only assigned it yesterday, so I haven't even opened the envelope. It's eating more time than Danny's guitar thing. This is actually the first time in two weeks that we've actually spent more than 20 minutes together."
"Poor babies," Bella cooed a mite sarcastically.
The meal was delicious, and the mothers allowed them to switch seats around so they could talk, and the boys could have a chat. When it came time for dessert the boys paid the check and the Mamas begged off. Danny and Don set off back downtown, stopping at an ice-cream place to get sundaes. Laughing at Danny's ability to get whipped cream on his nose with practically every bite, they savored the sweets and each other's company. At 7:20, Don sobered.
"Gotta go. The first meeting of the prosecution is in 10 minutes in the student center."
"I probably should get going too. I had an idea about a theme to add to the piece while Ma and Mama talked. And, maybe we should have a three hour block once a week for the next month, like 'date night'."
"Saturday from 8-11 PM?"
"Great. Doubt groups are gonna meet then, we might actually get a chance." Waggling his eyebrows and grinning, Danny added, "and my roomies tend to leave for dinner Saturday and not return, physically and/or mentally, until mid-day Sunday. We could have private alone time."
Mama,
I’ve got a concert for my guitar class, I probably mentioned it. I wrote my own music. It’s next Friday, and I’ll probably be playing about 8:15 if you want to come by. Otherwise, I’ll get a copy of the recording and send it to you.
And on the topic you mentioned last time, no we haven’t, stop asking! We agreed that it wasn’t right until we can stay together afterwards with no outside obligations the next morning.
How is your Wednesday thing going? I heard from Louie that you’re having him go to a faith discussion group, I assume while you go to the support group. I hope its helping.
Love you,
Danny