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I do not own anything.

Diary Entry

Date: July 17, 2008

Mood: Pissy as ever… I blame PMS.

It's hot, it's muggy, and I'm supposed to be used to this shit; being a native New Yorker. Staten Island to be exact. And why am I telling you this? I already know who I am and how old I am, and what I look like (at least I hope I know what I look like), and I know I have two brothers and a great mom and pop. Okay, you know what? I really need to get my brain checked out just to make sure I didn't get dropped on my head when I was a baby like pop tells me. He's kidding…

At least I hope he's kidding.

Today I had a soccer game for the club team I play for. Get this, my brother promised he'd be there and he even told me he made a switch with Hawkes so he could go to my game and the little jerk didn't show! To be honest, I was angrier at him than I was at the girl who gave a concussion to our goal keeper leading me to have to play for the final 10 minutes of the game. Yippy. Can you hear the sarcasm? Please tell me you can.

Have you ever felt like that you can be family with someone, but at the same time understand nothing that goes on in their brain and don't understand how you can share the same genetic make up as them? Welcome to my life.

I have a brother who landed himself in the hospital about three years ago because he was going to protect my other brother and ended up getting beat up by the Tanglewood Boys. He's still in a coma and right now, things aren't look totally… great. He has brain activity, but it's not going anywhere. Lucky for us, because of that little piece of information, it refrains us from having to make a decision about whether or not to take him off life support. One less stress.

I have another older brother; this one though thankfully did not end up in the hospital. But it is good to carry a first aid kit just in case. Taken hostage, shot an undercover cop, give me a scenario and my brother probably was involved in that scenario in some wacked up way. He even interrogated the Suicide Girls. One brave soul if you tell me. My brother is a cop. CSI to be exact. You know… the people who go to crime scenes and collect evidence and help put the killer behind bars because SCIENCE RULES!... okay… I admit, I'm a little of a science geek, but I like computers a whole hell of a lot better.

Anyway… my CSI cop brother is one heck of a person. He fights crime and at the same time manages to play second father to me sometimes. He's got this AMAZING girlfriend who is good for him. I know, I see them together sometimes and think, 'Oh my god get me out of here before I throw myself out a window', but when I look at his face when he talks about her, I know it's love. And it sounds stupid right? Danny Messer in love? Crazy I know, but it's possible! Relationships can be more than sex!

Alright, I better go now, my radio has decided to shut itself… oh, nevermind, I pulled the plug somehow… anyway. I'm signing off…

CSI:NYCSI:NYCSI:NY

"You promised Dan…"

"Cara, I'm sorry! Something came up at work and Mac needed me at a crime scene. There wasn't anything I could do about it," Danny Messer said as he sat in his office, his hand rubbing his forehead as he received hell from his baby sister.

"It was a stinkin, hour game. You could have at least called me, which may I remind you, you did not bother to pick up the fricken phone and send me a text," Cara growled into the phone.

Danny tapped his fingers on the desk and sat up straighter in his chair, "You know what? I'll come out for dinner this Saturday, to make it up to you."

There was a pause on the other side of the phone before Cara spoke up, "Have my ears deceived me? Is my brother going to come over for dinner?"

"And I'll bring Lindsay."

Danny heard the phone drop then over the phone a yell, "HELL HAS FROZEN OVER!"

Danny had to stuff his hand in his mouth to keep from laughing because at that moment, Mac Taylor walked past Danny's office and did a double take at the loud yell coming from his young CSI's phone.

"Hold on a second, let me tell mom," Cara told her brother and before Danny could say anything he heard more yelling and the movement on the other line.

"Mom, mom, mom. Danny's going to bring Lindsay over for dinner this Saturday. Please tell me we're free," Danny heard Cara begging their mother.

He heard the muffle voice that had to be his mother's voice before Cara's replaced it, "She said yes. Be here at 2 o'clock for an early dinner. And don't back out on us," and the phone went dead. Danny gave it a look before hanging it up and leaning back in his chair. Mac was still standing at the door to Danny's office, giving him a strange look. Danny returned the look than realization hit him.

"That was my sister," Danny said pointing to the phone.

Mac held his hands up and walked away from the office mumbling, "I don't even want to know."

Danny smiled and grabbed a pen and a post it note from his desk drawer and quickly scribbled something down. Standing up, he stuck the post it to the computer that sat opposite of his and picked up his bag. He was off the clock when he had called Cara and now planned to get home to take a shower and get some food in his system. And maybe some beer, too. He made his way to the elevators and got home in record time.

Danny quickly took a shower, grabbed something small to eat and a beer to wash it down and decided to watch some Sport Center seeing that he had missed all the baseball games because of work. The Mets won, thank God, the Yankees… we'll get back to them later, Boston… lost! And the Mariners were struggling because they were having issues with their batting staff. Again.

Danny must have fallen asleep while watching the show because he didn't hear the door open than close again and he didn't feel the beer bottle being pried from his hands. His head fell down to his chest and he jumped up waking up. He looked over at the person who took his beer bottle from his hand.

"Hey,"

"Hey, how did you sleep?" Lindsay asked setting the bottle down and sat on the arm of the chair.

"Fine, fine. When did you get home?" Danny asked sitting up straighter and wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her on his lap.

"5 minutes ago. Found you asleep in front of the TV. No surprise though…" Lindsay said smiling at Danny's face.

"That's a little harsh…"

"No it's not, it's true. My dad and brothers do it all the time," Lindsay said nuzzling Danny's neck.

Danny buried his face in her hair and smiled against it, "You want to come to my parent's house for dinner this Saturday?"

Lindsay looked up at Danny and smiled, "I would love too,"

"Good, because I owe Cara big time," Danny said.

Lindsay chuckled, "What did you do?"

Danny shrugged, "I missed her soccer game."

"That's a big deal, Messer," Lindsay told him.

"We were called to that crime scene remember?"

"Yes I remember and I also remember that you never reached for that phone of yours," Lindsay said tapping his head lightly. Danny poked her nose and she scrunched up her nose.

"I already got the lecture from Cara, you don't need to tell me," Danny said.

Lindsay stood up and stretched, "I'm hungry and I've barely had lunch. Let's get something to eat," she said rubbing her hands together.

Danny stood up and nodded, "I'll make pasta?"

"Sounds good to me,"

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