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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-22 11:15 am
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Flack/Calleigh - Getting into Trouble (2/4)
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI:NY
Title: Getting into Trouble (2/4) (Part 1)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Calleigh Duquesne, Kaile Maka, Natalia Boa Vista, mentions of Mac Taylor
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coclaim100 Prompt: 005. Discussions
Content Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: "Can't you go anywhere without getting into trouble?"
Author's Note: Part of my "A Place for Us" series (i have a title. yay!). Comes somewhere between Didn't Think So and What Did You Hear.... I've decided. It's going to be four parts. *nods knowingly*
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“—and you weren’t even armed?!?! What the hell were you thinking, Flack? Injuries could have been a helluva lot worse than they were—”
Maka walked into the breakroom to find Flack staring at the cell phone sitting on the table, and what she knew as Mac’s loud bark coming from the speakers. He looked up and gave her a smirk, before glancing down at his watch. “Half an hour,” he said, giving her a nod, and she laughed.
“I know I shouldn’t even bother asking this, but are you hungry?” she pulled a paper bag from behind her back, and Flack gave her a grin.
“Starving,” he replied, eagerly reaching for the bag, and Maka snatched it out of his grasp.
“It’s not all for you,” she replied, pulling her own lunch out of it, before giving the rest to him. There was quite a bit of food in there, and it was probably enough for a family of four, but she knew he would eat it all.
“—and it was dangerous, and irresponsible, and—who are you talking to?” Mac’s rant was interrupted when he heard a conversation going on that obviously wasn’t with him.
“Just Maka,” Flack replied.
“Hi, Mac,” Maka said, loud enough that she could be picked up by the speakers.
“How are you doing in Miami, Maka?”
“Fine, how’s everything going back home?”
Flack watched as the conversation progressed between the two of them, noting how Maka kept referring to New York as home. She’d been there for almost two months now, and she hadn’t yet found her place in Miami. He knew that the transfer was only temporary, but he got the sinking sensation that she might have been holding onto things a little too hard.
Maka and Mac said their goodbyes, and Mac gave Flack one last threat to stay out of trouble, before he hung up. Maka started digging into her lunch as Flack hung up, before dialing another number. The phone started to ring, and she gave him a look of amusement.
“Who’re you calling now?”
“Physical therapist.”
“She’s gonna kill you,” Maka teased.
“Which is why I’m telling her over the phone,” he nodded before the voice on the other end picked up.
“Dr. Henderson’s office—”
***
“You paged me?” Calleigh asked as she walked up to Natalia, and noted the concerned look on the other woman’s face.
“I think I know why our suspect, Hector Salvadore, attacked Flack,” she said, “I ran his prints through AFIS, to see if he had a record, any outstanding warrants, things of that nature. Under affiliates, it was listed that his brother, Milo was a gangbanger in New York for the same gang he’s part of now.”
“Did Flack arrest him and not realize it?” Calleigh asked, and the frown on Natalia’s face deepened.
“Not arrest him,” Natalia replied nervously.
“What happened?”
“According to the report filed, Milo Salvadore was gunned down a little over a year ago when he opened fire on two detectives during a police pursuit,” Natalia said, handing the woman the copy of the report she had printed out, “He was shot several times, but the bullet that was concluded to have been the fatal one came back to—”
“Detective Don Flack,” Calleigh finished for her, a sober look crossing her face, before pulling out her cell phone to page Maka, “Thanks, Natalia.”
***
“Son of a bitch,” Maka shook her head as she looked over the file, “The guy was Salvadore’s brother?”
“Yeah,” Calleigh nodded, “What do you know about the shooting?”
Maka shook her head slowly, “Not much. Just what was told to me. Flack and the other detective involved were called out to a DOA, happened to witness Salvadore getting into it with another one of his buddies, wound up shooting the guy twice in the chest. Flack called for a bus, told the uniform to stay with the kid, he and the other detective pursued Salvadore on foot. According to both their statements, they followed him to a parking garage nearby, and he started firing at them from the next level up. He and the other detective opened fire on him, and it resulted in Salvadore’s death.” She looked up and gave the woman a frown, “You’re not looking into this, are you? IAB ruled it a good shoot.”
“Just gotta cover all my bases,” Calleigh replied, “Were there any uncertainties with the evidence, or with the officers statements?”
Maka shook her head, “Everything was pretty clean cut. All the statements matched, every bullet was found, bagged and tagged. There weren’t really any uncertainties about this.”
“What about the other detective, Detective Burn?” Calleigh sighed, “Is there any way I could speak with her?”
Maka shook her head sadly, “Aiden was killed a few months ago. So unless you’re like Alexx, and can talk to the dead—”
Calleigh gave her a small smile, “What about the guy Salvadore shot?”
“Died on the way to Trinity General,” Maka explained, “But the bullets they recovered from his chest were a match to Salvadore’s gun.”
“I said here that the death was contested by the family, and they questioned the validity of the officer’s statements.”
“That was a last ditch attempt to tarnish the name of a good cop,” Maka rolled her eyes, “There was absolutely no grounds for it, it was just people looking for an excuse to be in the media and screw over the NYPD.”
“There was also a wrongful death suit filed.”
“It was thrown out of court in two seconds,” Maka sighed “Look, I’d trust Don with my life. He’s a good cop. This case put him through hell, but if you really want the story, I’d talk to him.” She handed Calleigh the file back, “I gotta get back to work.”
Calleigh knew that to some extent Maka was being protective, and she had every right to be. But she also knew she had to look through every angle. And that was what she was going to do. She turned to the breakroom and saw the man digging into the sandwich in front of him, and steeled herself for the worst as she placed her hand on the door knob.
Title: Getting into Trouble (2/4) (Part 1)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Calleigh Duquesne, Kaile Maka, Natalia Boa Vista, mentions of Mac Taylor
coclaim100 Prompt: 005. Discussions Content Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: "Can't you go anywhere without getting into trouble?"
Author's Note: Part of my "A Place for Us" series (i have a title. yay!). Comes somewhere between Didn't Think So and What Did You Hear.... I've decided. It's going to be four parts. *nods knowingly*
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“—and you weren’t even armed?!?! What the hell were you thinking, Flack? Injuries could have been a helluva lot worse than they were—”
Maka walked into the breakroom to find Flack staring at the cell phone sitting on the table, and what she knew as Mac’s loud bark coming from the speakers. He looked up and gave her a smirk, before glancing down at his watch. “Half an hour,” he said, giving her a nod, and she laughed.
“I know I shouldn’t even bother asking this, but are you hungry?” she pulled a paper bag from behind her back, and Flack gave her a grin.
“Starving,” he replied, eagerly reaching for the bag, and Maka snatched it out of his grasp.
“It’s not all for you,” she replied, pulling her own lunch out of it, before giving the rest to him. There was quite a bit of food in there, and it was probably enough for a family of four, but she knew he would eat it all.
“—and it was dangerous, and irresponsible, and—who are you talking to?” Mac’s rant was interrupted when he heard a conversation going on that obviously wasn’t with him.
“Just Maka,” Flack replied.
“Hi, Mac,” Maka said, loud enough that she could be picked up by the speakers.
“How are you doing in Miami, Maka?”
“Fine, how’s everything going back home?”
Flack watched as the conversation progressed between the two of them, noting how Maka kept referring to New York as home. She’d been there for almost two months now, and she hadn’t yet found her place in Miami. He knew that the transfer was only temporary, but he got the sinking sensation that she might have been holding onto things a little too hard.
Maka and Mac said their goodbyes, and Mac gave Flack one last threat to stay out of trouble, before he hung up. Maka started digging into her lunch as Flack hung up, before dialing another number. The phone started to ring, and she gave him a look of amusement.
“Who’re you calling now?”
“Physical therapist.”
“She’s gonna kill you,” Maka teased.
“Which is why I’m telling her over the phone,” he nodded before the voice on the other end picked up.
“Dr. Henderson’s office—”
***
“You paged me?” Calleigh asked as she walked up to Natalia, and noted the concerned look on the other woman’s face.
“I think I know why our suspect, Hector Salvadore, attacked Flack,” she said, “I ran his prints through AFIS, to see if he had a record, any outstanding warrants, things of that nature. Under affiliates, it was listed that his brother, Milo was a gangbanger in New York for the same gang he’s part of now.”
“Did Flack arrest him and not realize it?” Calleigh asked, and the frown on Natalia’s face deepened.
“Not arrest him,” Natalia replied nervously.
“What happened?”
“According to the report filed, Milo Salvadore was gunned down a little over a year ago when he opened fire on two detectives during a police pursuit,” Natalia said, handing the woman the copy of the report she had printed out, “He was shot several times, but the bullet that was concluded to have been the fatal one came back to—”
“Detective Don Flack,” Calleigh finished for her, a sober look crossing her face, before pulling out her cell phone to page Maka, “Thanks, Natalia.”
***
“Son of a bitch,” Maka shook her head as she looked over the file, “The guy was Salvadore’s brother?”
“Yeah,” Calleigh nodded, “What do you know about the shooting?”
Maka shook her head slowly, “Not much. Just what was told to me. Flack and the other detective involved were called out to a DOA, happened to witness Salvadore getting into it with another one of his buddies, wound up shooting the guy twice in the chest. Flack called for a bus, told the uniform to stay with the kid, he and the other detective pursued Salvadore on foot. According to both their statements, they followed him to a parking garage nearby, and he started firing at them from the next level up. He and the other detective opened fire on him, and it resulted in Salvadore’s death.” She looked up and gave the woman a frown, “You’re not looking into this, are you? IAB ruled it a good shoot.”
“Just gotta cover all my bases,” Calleigh replied, “Were there any uncertainties with the evidence, or with the officers statements?”
Maka shook her head, “Everything was pretty clean cut. All the statements matched, every bullet was found, bagged and tagged. There weren’t really any uncertainties about this.”
“What about the other detective, Detective Burn?” Calleigh sighed, “Is there any way I could speak with her?”
Maka shook her head sadly, “Aiden was killed a few months ago. So unless you’re like Alexx, and can talk to the dead—”
Calleigh gave her a small smile, “What about the guy Salvadore shot?”
“Died on the way to Trinity General,” Maka explained, “But the bullets they recovered from his chest were a match to Salvadore’s gun.”
“I said here that the death was contested by the family, and they questioned the validity of the officer’s statements.”
“That was a last ditch attempt to tarnish the name of a good cop,” Maka rolled her eyes, “There was absolutely no grounds for it, it was just people looking for an excuse to be in the media and screw over the NYPD.”
“There was also a wrongful death suit filed.”
“It was thrown out of court in two seconds,” Maka sighed “Look, I’d trust Don with my life. He’s a good cop. This case put him through hell, but if you really want the story, I’d talk to him.” She handed Calleigh the file back, “I gotta get back to work.”
Calleigh knew that to some extent Maka was being protective, and she had every right to be. But she also knew she had to look through every angle. And that was what she was going to do. She turned to the breakroom and saw the man digging into the sandwich in front of him, and steeled herself for the worst as she placed her hand on the door knob.
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