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23 April 2007 @ 07:18 pm
Theatrical Muse: Week 175: Question 175  
Name: Dr. Sid Hammerback

Fandom: CSI: New York

Word Count: 963

Who's your best friend, and why?

“Why are you doing that, Sid?” Mac queried, taking a larger step forward as the Medical Examiner took an impromptu rise onto the toes of his shoes. One leg lifted itself and bent at the knee, so that for a fraction of a second he looked like a mocking version of a ballerina, wearing a hat and carrying a large plastic toolbox. Within the moment of the CSI speaking, he had returned to almost normal and was then quickly walking over the worn pavement until he fell into step with the other man soon after.

Hammerback’s shoulders rolled with a natural looking shrug of assumed innocence. Mac could have only seen him out of the corner of his eye as he almost broke into dance, so he couldn’t slant anything against his friend’s observant eye.

“I don’t think anyone else will notice.” he said, casually examining the area around them as faint rays of rosy sunshine broke the New York City skyline. It was true, though, the only other person on the street was a woman who was giving her dog what looked like a hurried walk down the street, glancing at her watch every few seconds as her feet hit the cement in small but regular thuds of general indifference. So, it was unusual, men with toolboxes so early in the morning, but she was so concerned with getting wherever she wanted to be later on in that early morning, that she hadn’t even given them a first, nor a second glance.

They came to an apartment door in due course and met Flack outside waiting for them, and during the course of the next few hours the crime scene unfolded before them as Mac collected evidence and Sid, with the help of the ME’s truck that arrived, collected the body and took it away. After other assorted and most likely equally as procedural things had happened, the end of their shift arrived and the day, early as it had been when he had been about to take up a dance on the pavement, had turned to early night.

The early start to the day and the general overload of work had left Sid in a relatively good mood, but a very hungry one nonetheless. With a hat and coat on to protect himself against the nipping evening cold, he stood outside Mac’s office door, all dress clothing and normality, and smiled absently, concocting a reason as to why they should have dinner, as opposed to going home and cooking meals for themselves. Before he had had time to open his mouth however, Mac greeted him with a sparkle of his eyes, his own knowing smile, and his own coat.

“Want to go have some dinner Sid?” the CSI questioned, stealing the Medical Examiner’s own words from him and making them into a very simple course of action. Rolling his eyes and chuckling, Hammerback nodded and after a simple discussion on the way to leave the lab, they agreed on a place, and off they went.

It was not an unusual thing for them to go out together and share a meal once in a while, and there was a certain air of comfortableness that sat around them as they consulted the menu at a small, homely, nearby Italian restaurant. They could almost predict what the other would order, and knew how to steal around topics neither wanted to discuss, like the early morning start and the fruitless search for another lost identity or cause of death. It was a friendship born out of a meeting many, many years ago, between two men with similar tastes, who were eventually both married men, who then lost one of the very people in life that they loved the most. To onlookers they looked comfortable and at ease, people who knew one another very well. Beyond each other’s eyes, they could see the stories of hidden pain and woes that were in the past, but never left completely behind. The ball Mac had never thrown out because it had her breath in it, he knew about that, and Mac had seen how Sid’s home had stayed pretty much the same after all the years following Marianne’s, Christopher’s and Michael’s deaths.

“Why were you dancing this morning, Sid?” Mac questioned, rephrasing the minor interrogation many hours later as, dinner finished and coats folded over arms, they walked out into the night air, which had suddenly turned a slight shade of balmy.

“I felt happy.” Sid said, stopping short as the significance of the statement hung in the air, with nothing more left to say to contribute to the answer.

Mac nodded.

They both understood how important happiness was to each other now. While Sid had dealt in his own way, and Mac in his own way, after they had lost their wives, they both knew the value of that kind of happiness. That, kind of, contentment, which made the world seem a different shade of normal again. A world where they were getting over being marred by circumstance and tragedy, and were considering themselves more normal again and not torn apart. The very world that they lived in most of the time, but not always.

Back at home, the men went about their daily routine, doing what they needed to in their homes, and getting ready for sleep. Each in his own way, they reflected over the day just gone, begun and ended with the same friend, who was a friend through a friendship born long before things changed for the worse and they were left to deal with the aftermath. They were still good friends though, no matter how much their lives had changed, they would always remain so. They were both confident of that.
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