You guys deserve the time off.
This statement from Mac to Lindsay inspired a CSI:NY Dance of Apoplectic Rage of such magnitude and severity that I dislocated my spine, sprained my shoulders, and kicked myself in the ass. If this post is riddled with non sequiters and typographical errors, it's because I suffered brain damage from the whiplash effects of the dance and am writing this post with my teeth.
Let me get this straight: Danny fails to report the theft of his badge because he "didn't want to make a big deal out of it." His failure to report the theft results in a prison riot that kills a guard and an inmate and allows a dangerous lunatic to roam the streets with a badge. Despite the fact that Danny doesn't want to report the badge missing because money is tight and disciplinary action might result in suspension without pay, he allows said lunatic to run around the city with his credit cards and ATM cards, withdrawing money at will. The raving lunatic has access to his home address, yet Danny feels no need to temporarily relocate his family until Casey is caught.
And somehow Danny and Lindsay "deserve" to traipse about the Hamptons while everyone else cleans up the mess.
FUCKBLARGHHULKSMASHASSSEIZESEIZEVOMITRAAAAAAAAAAGEBULLSHIT!
Sorry, I had a rage-induced seizure. What I meant to say was, way to lay down the discipline, Mac. And why in the blue sodding hell wouldn't you take down Danny and Lindsay's information before they disappeared into the rarefied air of the Hamptons, you know, since Shane Casey is on the loose and takes a great deal of sadistic pleasure in tormenting CSIs?
And Danny and Lindsay are living from hand to mouth, yet they can afford a silver Mercedes convertible and a vacation in the Hamptons? Kiss my ass, writers. I'm incredibly patient, but I'm not a simpleton. Either he's on the cusp of broke, or they're sitting in the financial catbird seat. I know this is a reach given your previous track record with injuries and their consequences, but I'm going to pretend that between Lucy's birth, Danny's temporary paralysis, and his ongoing back problems, the Messers are barely beating back the bill collectors. Even if the department covered the bills from his shooting, they likely aren't covering his acupuncture and chiropractic treatments, since it is unlikely Danny has filed insurance claims for them. If Danny is paying out of pocket for these treatments and for Lucy's child care, then there is no way The Messer family should be able to afford a jaunt to the Hamptons at the height of the tourist season. In a Mercedes convertible.
So, the CSIs, who can find evidence of a wet rat fart in the middle of a sewage treatment plant, can't find Danny and Lindsay because...their cell phones are turned off. Did no one think to try using the GPS systems in most modern cars? Surely that Mercedes convertible had GPS or Onstar. Did no one think to call Grandma Monroe, who knew about the vacation? When did the CSIs become case studies in collective traumatic brain injuries?
I can buy that Shane Case survived the fall from the lighthouse--he's a devious, meticulous bastard. What I cannot buy is that a)Danny and Lindsay would go home before the body has been found, knowing that Casey has been in their building, or b)Casey could make it back to Manhattan in a few hours despite the massive search for his body. What futuristic, flatulence-propelled miracle machine was he using?
Stupid, stupid, shipper-pandering glurge.
I will give Lindsay a modicum of credit for refusing to abandon Danny at the first sign of trouble. No one would have blamed her had she taken Lucy and run at the first hint of trouble, but she stood her ground until Danny urged her to flee. Kudos to her for showing some guts.
A piss-poor ending to an embarrassing season, and I'm glad it's over. F
*no sarcasm*
