Twelve Drummers Drumming

Danny lifted his head, trying to figure out why someone was using a jackhammer in his apartment so damn early and on his day off as well. He then realized that it wasn't a jackhammer, but his phone vibrating and it wasn't his apartment. What the hell had happened after the party last night? He groped for the phone on the table beside the couch, reaching for it with a groan, as he realized his head was pounding just as loudly.

“Itsnotyoursitsmine” Lindsay said from the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Her head was pounding equally hard, her phone seemed to be vibrating out of its case. Her head also was pounding thanks to Danny shoving her off the couch at some point during the night. The spins were bad enough to prevent her from fighting her way back.

“Montana, what are you doing on the floor?” Danny croaked, his throat parched, speaking taking all his energy.

“You put me here” Lindsay hissed, though doing so made the drumming in her head ratchet up another decibel.

“Would you both shut up” came Flack's annoyed voice from across the studio. His head wasn't faring much better, he was pretty sure someone had placed a timpani behind his right eye.

“And answer your flippin' phone, Linds” Gus croaked from beside Flack before diving back under the covers.

“Stopped ringing” Lindsay groaned as she finally extracted it from her purse. Just then Danny's phone started up, vibrating the table it was resting on and half the studio as well.

“Still glad we sub-let my place, Flack?” Gus hissed, feeling like she still might be a little drunk.

“Every month we get a check I will be” Flack pointed out, wishing the coffee maker didn't seem so far away.

“Messer” Danny groaned into his phone as Gus proclaimed, “I feel like St. Aug's drum line is in my head”. “

I don't know who that is, sunshine, but I think they are in mine as well” Flack replied, pulling on a t shirt and going to attempt to make coffee.

“Better put it on fast drip, Flack” Danny remarked, closing his phone.

“Why?” Flack asked, his eyes full of sleep. His reply was the symphony of buzzing phones that started up around the studio.

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Sid was remarkably chipper and awake in the morgue, getting a head start on the bodies awaiting his skills. He was playing the air drums when Jane poked her head into the morgue from the DNA lab.

“Well I brought you coffee, but it doesn't look like you need it. Though I am pretty sure the soundtrack from your air drumming is currently playing in my head”.

Sid smiled a dangerous smile, “I have my own secret cure for a hangover, would you like to try it?” He gestured to a beaker full of foul looking glop on the counter.

Jane grimaced, “No thanks, I think I will head back up to my lab, it's nice and quiet in there with the DNA”.

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“What's going on, Mac?” Stella questioned, ducking around the construction workers and under the crime scene tape.

“It seems our vic...” Mac's voice was drowned out by the sound of jackhammers drumming away at the pavement, as the work crew opened up 2nd Ave.

“What?” Stella shouted over the noise, while thinking maybe she had a little too much wine the night before at the party.

“I said...” Mac attempted to speak between the noise.

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“Make it stop, make it stop” Adam whined and pleaded across town as his phone kept buzzing in time with Hawkes alarm clock.

“Sorry, duty calls” Hawkes said, slipping out of bed and pulling on clothes. “You can stay here if you want, though you will probably get called in as well. Looks like a bad one, construction workers found the body of some muckity muck” Hawkes said, “betcha that's why your phone is ringing right now”.

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“What on earth is that?” Kendall groaned, trying to figure out where she was and what was going on. Suddenly she remembered sharing a cab with Angell after the party the night before and crashing out at her place, too drunk to make it home.

“It's my neighbor's kid, they got him a drum set for Christmas, can you believe that? I'll go take care of it” Angell said, shoving her feet into shoes.

Angell banged on her neighbor's door, with the full force of one hand, her badge firmly grasped in the other. A harried looking woman came to the door, a baby on one hip and a toddler attached to her leg. “Listen lady, I know you are probably having a bad day, but it is 7:00 in the morning, I only got in an hour ago and if your kid doesn't stop practicing his drum kit this second, I am going to shoot it and then I am going to rest the lot of you for disturbing the peace. Got it?” She shot them a glare she had learned from her father and brothers, one that made the woman beat a hasty retreat back into the apartment, yelling at her kid to knock it off.