CSI:NY part 28
I'm back!
The night before Don was going to take the Detective's exam, he could not get to sleep. His restlessness finally got to Danny.
"Don, do I need to tire you out? We both need sleep."
Grinning, Don nodded, leaning in for a kiss and tugging down his boxers. Danny threaded his hands into Don's hair, wiggling out of his sleep pants. This pressed their groins together, meaning Don gasped, digging his teeth into Danny's lip.
Once naked, Danny flipped Don onto his back, leaving a trail of nibbles down his neck, across his chest over both nipples, and down the treasure trail. Nose in Don's pubic hair, Danny breathed deeply, letting it out slowly as a tease.
"Danny," he moaned, "get on with it. I need you."
Laughing, Danny made his way back up to be face to face with Don. As he straightened, he dragged his body along Don's, licking the whole way.
Don sat up against the headboard, pulling Danny astride his lap. Grabbing both arousals in one hand, the other cupping Danny's bottom, he took back control. Kissing ravenously as they thrust against one another, it didn't take long to finish. Sated, Don shifted down and onto his side, Danny following to settle his head on Don's arm, chest to chest. They were asleep within minutes.
The test was definitely thought-provoking, but it wasn't that difficult. He completed the test about 10 minutes early, so he took a deep breath, then checked over his answers. He changed one answer, then closed the book. A minute later, the proctor called time.
"You will receive your results in approximately one week, and your assignment soon thereafter, if you passed. Now go away, we have another group that needs the room."
Don left the testing center, heading to meet Derek at the Pond. He wasn't doing very well, as Carly had had a miscarriage a few months ago after slipping on the subway steps. She hadn't been very far along, but they'd known that it was a little girl. Carly wasn't dealing well, and Derek was getting the brunt of it. Thankfully, Sarah was a happy baby, and didn't seem to mind that Mommy was being strange.
"Well, how'd it go?" Derek asked, handing Sarah to her godfather.
"It wasn't too bad. You're planning to take it in a few months, right?" Don asked, letting Sarah bounce herself on his lap. She could walk, and even sort of dance, but she still preferred being carried or supported somehow.
"Yeah, by then, Carly should be on a more even keel. She's at her third session with the counselor; she seems to be getting better, though they have her on a very low dose of mood stabilizer for the next month since she's not nursing."
"Sounds like a plan. So, what should we do to keep the little princess occupied for the next hour or so? Huh, Sarah?"
"Unca Don!" she squealed, "Run!"
He got up, letting her put her feet on the ground, and holding her hands, he walked in a circle around the bench, letting her jog around.
"Derek, want us to meet you at the counselor's, let you have some alone time?"
Letting out a huge sigh, Derek agreed, "I just need to sit still for a while, no work, no Sarah, just sunshine and me. Yeah, it's at St Mark's. Meet me there in 45 minutes?"
Don and Sarah had an outing, just walking around the pond, looking at the geese and ducks. The nannies and mothers were kinda creepy though. They followed him with their eyes, hungrily. Since he didn't wear a ring, they assumed he was single. On the way toward St Mark's he said, loud enough for the nearest group to hear, "Let's get you back to Mommy and Daddy. Uncle Don has to get home too. Danny's making a really good dinner tonight."
"Unca Don tis Unca Danny, no grumpy!" she squealed.
As he walked away, he answered, "Yep. Gonna do a lot of kissing, he's put up with a lot the past week."
Turning the corner, he caught a glimpse at the interesting mixture of disgusted and sad faces.
Walking up outside St Mark's with a sound asleep Sarah, he placed her in the sling Carly was wearing.
"Hey, guys. The little princess is back, safe and sound. How are you doing, Carly?"
"Better. How was she?"
"We broke about 15 hearts on our walk. Some of the nanny parade at the Pond was crying when we left."
"Ah, Sarah extolling the virtues of Unca Danny and Unca Don?"
"Yep, something to the effect of Uncle Don needing to kiss Uncle Danny to make up for being a grouch this week."
As soon as he walked in the door, he headed to the kitchen, where he could hear Danny singing along to the radio, probably while stirring tomato sauce with that sexy shimmy as he danced.
Wrapping his arms around Danny's waist, peeking over his shoulder into the pot, he said, "Hey. I'm home."
A few kisses later, Danny asked, "So, how'd the test and your visit with Derek go."
"The test was fine, and Carly's on a mood stabilizer and going to a counselor, so she's getting better. And Sarah recommended I give you lots of kisses to make up for being grumpy. We broke the nanny parade's collective heart."
"I can only imagine. I'm glad she's doing better, it was probably wearing on Derek.”
The next week, Danny was the one with the day off. He went to get the mail out of the box, and along with the paychecks was another official letter. It was addressed to Don, so he assumed it was the results of the exam. He put it at Don's spot at the table, leaning against the salt shaker for when he got home.
It was 3:45 when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Danny. It's Gavin."
"What's up? Aren't you still on shift?"
"Yeah, but Don got bonked on the head when we were cuffing a guy. He'll be fine, just a head's up to keep an eye on him. Here, talk to the doc."
A new voice came on, saying, "Hello, This is Doctor Hawkes, I'm the resident on duty. Who is this?"
"I'm Danny, his emergency contact. He has a minor concussion? Do I need to come by and get him?"
"He has a few stitches and a concussion, you know the protocol?"
"Pupil check and questions every couple hours, bring him back in if he's really dizzy or a pupil blows, low exertion. Keep any stitches dry for a day or so."
"Good. And it seems Officer Moran was planning on dropping him off after he reports to the precinct."
Over the phone, Danny could hear, "I love you, Danny! I'll be home soon."
"Thank you, Dr Hawkes. Tell Gavin I'll be at the front door in 20 minutes. Bye."
"Sure, bye."
"Thanks for bringing him, Gavin," he said through the open car door. After Gavin left, Danny asked, "Don, you gonna be OK to walk?"
"Hey, Danny. Sorry about earlier. I was a bit loopy. They gave me something before they did the stitches."
"It's OK. If you were that loopy, no one could tell if you were just high or proposing."
By now, they were in the elevator. Normally, they'd take the stairs, but that extent of increased heart rate wasn't a good idea at that juncture.
"You have an official letter from the brass waiting for you."
"The test results?"
"Most likely."
Unlocking the door, Danny removed his shoes and sweatshirt, heading to grab the ibuprofen for Don. While he was digging through the medicine cabinet, Don went to open the letter
November 16, 1997
Dear Mr. Flack,
We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the detective's exam with distinction. Please acknowledge this letter by appearing at my office (Police Plaza A342) Saturday, the 22nd, at 10:30. You will receive your assignment there, which you are to start on the 30th.
If you fail to appear, we will take your absence to be refusal of the position, and will be barred from retaking the test. If there is a legitimate reason, such as a family emergency or illness, alert the secretary by calling 212-555-1934.
Sincerely,
Brigham Sinclair
D Chief Detectives
Danny was returning to the living room with the medicine when he saw Don jump up into a victory dance.
"I suppose I should call you 'Detective Flack, sir' now?"
"Nah, you can call me whatever you want," nuzzling Danny's neck, he muttered, "Too bad I'm injured, this calls for celebration."
"No sex or alcohol, but we still have a bottle of sparkling grape juice, and when I saw Mama on Tuesday, she gave me some of her meatballs. Four kinds of meat and 12 spices...I have them in the freezer, ready to cook."
Kissing each other all over the face and neck, Don pulled away.
"Sounds heavenly. I need a shower, the hospital smell's getting to me."
"Make sure to wear the shower cap, you really don't want to get those stitches wet."
"Yes, honey..."
Danny shook his head, heading to the kitchen to start the sauce heating.
Replete after their dinner, Danny and Don were sprawled on the couch, watching TV. Don was running his fingers through Danny's hair, making him almost purr.
"You really are my cat. And you're turning into a Persian. I like the longer hair, you didn't look like you with it so short."
"I like needing fewer haircuts. Mike suggested I keep it short to get on the Lute's good side, and Marlow hates me regardless.”
It was finally Monday, and Don was running late. He'd been assigned to 14th precinct, which just happened to be where Derek was stationed.
"Don, you're late. I know you're above us unis now, but that's no excuse to be late."
"Shut up, Derek. If you must know, this was a very good morning until I missed the train."
They went their separate ways, leaving Don in front of his new boss' office. Knocking, he was instructed to come in.
"So, Flack. You'll be based here, but if another precinct needs a detective in their area, you're the bottom of the ladder, so you're the one commuting. And don't expect to have shift-delineated work if you're on a case."
"Yes, sir. Do I have a case to work on now?"
"Since it's your first day, you're going to help someone else tie up their case, to learn the procedures. Now go away."