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Flack/Calleigh - Getting into Trouble (3/4)
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI:NY
Title: Getting into Trouble (3/4) (Part 1, Part 2)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Calleigh Duquesne, mentions of Aiden Burn
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coclaim100 Prompt: 077. Memories
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.... This part was easy to write for some reason. But I'm happy with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Flack looked up as she walked in, and gave her a small smile. “Officer Duquesne.”
“Detective,” she replied with a smile, “How’s your side?
“I’m fine,” he began with a smirk, “Maka says you’re playing boss. What happened to the guy with the sunglasses?”
“Lieutenant Caine?” she asked, “He’s in Brazil.”
“Ah,” he nodded, “Well, what can I do for you?”
“We identified the man who attacked you in the bank,” Calleigh replied slowly, sitting down across from him. He raised his eyebrows in interest, curious himself why some random stranger attacked him out of the blue. She opened the folder in front of her, trying to find the ways to phrase what he’s trying to say, “His name is Hector Salvadore.”
He hesitated for a second, before pinching his eyes closed in fear, “Don’t tell me he’s—”
“Milo Salvadore’s brother,” Calleigh replied, “You know that I need to ask some questions about—”
“Yeah,” he nodded, sitting back in his chair. The easy, laid back expression was gone, it a more serious, business-like expression had taken its place.
“So—let’s start at the beginning,” Calleigh said slowly, and Flack began to speak, his tone matter-of-fact and even.
“Detective Burn and I were called out to a DOA over on Fifty-third and Lex,” he began, “It was a fairly cut and dry scene, vic had two GSWs to the chest—”
“Looks like you got the easy one,” Flack joked as Aiden Burn arrived on the scene, “I think I could even tell you has this guy died.”
“Yeah, well, at least he isn’t covered in funk this time around,” she smirked before placing her kit down and crouching over the body, “Two GSWs—they look like they were probably through-and-throughs.”
“So we’re looking for bullets?”
“Most likely,” Aiden replied, starting to take photos of the body, before flashing him a grin, “Mind giving me a head start?”
“You’re lucky I have nothing better to do,” he said with a smirk and she laughed as he pulled out his flashlight and started walking around the perimeter of the crime scene.
“When did you notice Milo Salvadore?” Calleigh asked.
“I was looking over the perimeter of the scene, when I noticed two males standing down the street,” Flack continued, “They seemed to be getting into it, but there was no perceived threat, I didn’t see any weapons involved, and I figured if punches started being thrown, the uniform and I would go break it up, no big deal.”
Calleigh nodded before continuing, “Then what happened?”
“I went back to what I was doing at the scene when I heard shots fired from the direction of the two people who were arguing—”
BANG BANG BANG!
Flack’s head snapped up from where he was standing with his flashlight, one hand immediately going for his gun. He watched as one of the men fell to the cement, and the other staring at him as he fell, gun still posed in the air. The man turned and spotted Flack looking at him, before starting to take off down the street.
The uniform ran for the man who had fallen, and Flack turned to Aiden as he started to move quickly in the direction of where the guy was going. “You see that?”
“Bet your ass I did,” she said, following him and pulling out her gun. Both of them ran past the uniform, who had stopped at the injured man.
“I’m calling for a bus, stay here with him!” Flack shouted at the man as he and Aiden ran past them. Flack gained on him faster, because he had longer legs, and kept on him as he turned the corner and headed down another street.
“Pursued him, on foot, for how far?”
“About two blocks,” Flack replied.
“Were the streets crowded?”
He shook his head, “A couple people here and there, but otherwise there weren’t a lot of people around.”
“So there’s no way you could have lost the suspect, and started chasing someone else?” Calleigh asked, and Flack shook his head.
“Also, the suspect had a very distinctive tattoo on the side of his face, looked like some kind of lizard curling up the side of his face,” he explained, his finger gesturing to the side of his face as he went, “It was the same guy.”
“So you pursued him for two blocks, then what happened?” Calleigh asked.
“Salvadore ducked into one of the nearby parking garages, and Detective Burn and I followed, but that was when we lost the visual—”
“I don’t see him, Flack,” Aiden said, gun posed in front of her.
“Neither do I,” Flack shook his head, eyes scanning the upper layers of the parking garage, while Aiden checked in between the cars present. He was ready to tell her that they probably lost him, he caught a glint of something coming from the roof of the building, gun extending across his line of vision.
“Aiden!” he shouted, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in between the cars parked there as the suspect opened fire on the two detectives.
Using the car for cover, both Aiden and Flack started returning fire. So far they were only managing to hit the concrete levels around him, until Salvadore moved slightly, bringing him directly into Flack’s line of fire.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Both detectives watched as Salvadore took three shots to the chest, and fell behind the concrete barrier in front of them.
“What happened next?” Calleigh asked.
“Detective Burn called for a bus and back-up, while I went up to the top of the garage to check his vitals now that he was incapacitated.”
“Were there any additional shots fired after that?”
“No,” he shook his head.
“You were the one who confirmed that the man in question was dead?”
“Yes.”
Calleigh nodded, “There’s no doubt in your mind that Milo Salvadore was the same man who had shot the man in the street.”
“No, it was definitely the right guy,” Flack nodded, “Detective Bonasera, the lead CSI on the scene, confirmed that the bullets fired at Aiden and myself were the same bullets fired at the man on the street, someone later confirmed to be Eduardo Valdez.”
Calleigh noticed the switch from Detective Burn to Aiden, but she didn’t say anything. She just nodded, before closing the file and giving him a smile, “Thank you. That’s all I need.”
Title: Getting into Trouble (3/4) (Part 1, Part 2)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Calleigh Duquesne, mentions of Aiden Burn
coclaim100 Prompt: 077. MemoriesContent 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.... This part was easy to write for some reason. But I'm happy with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Flack looked up as she walked in, and gave her a small smile. “Officer Duquesne.”
“Detective,” she replied with a smile, “How’s your side?
“I’m fine,” he began with a smirk, “Maka says you’re playing boss. What happened to the guy with the sunglasses?”
“Lieutenant Caine?” she asked, “He’s in Brazil.”
“Ah,” he nodded, “Well, what can I do for you?”
“We identified the man who attacked you in the bank,” Calleigh replied slowly, sitting down across from him. He raised his eyebrows in interest, curious himself why some random stranger attacked him out of the blue. She opened the folder in front of her, trying to find the ways to phrase what he’s trying to say, “His name is Hector Salvadore.”
He hesitated for a second, before pinching his eyes closed in fear, “Don’t tell me he’s—”
“Milo Salvadore’s brother,” Calleigh replied, “You know that I need to ask some questions about—”
“Yeah,” he nodded, sitting back in his chair. The easy, laid back expression was gone, it a more serious, business-like expression had taken its place.
“So—let’s start at the beginning,” Calleigh said slowly, and Flack began to speak, his tone matter-of-fact and even.
“Detective Burn and I were called out to a DOA over on Fifty-third and Lex,” he began, “It was a fairly cut and dry scene, vic had two GSWs to the chest—”
“Looks like you got the easy one,” Flack joked as Aiden Burn arrived on the scene, “I think I could even tell you has this guy died.”
“Yeah, well, at least he isn’t covered in funk this time around,” she smirked before placing her kit down and crouching over the body, “Two GSWs—they look like they were probably through-and-throughs.”
“So we’re looking for bullets?”
“Most likely,” Aiden replied, starting to take photos of the body, before flashing him a grin, “Mind giving me a head start?”
“You’re lucky I have nothing better to do,” he said with a smirk and she laughed as he pulled out his flashlight and started walking around the perimeter of the crime scene.
“When did you notice Milo Salvadore?” Calleigh asked.
“I was looking over the perimeter of the scene, when I noticed two males standing down the street,” Flack continued, “They seemed to be getting into it, but there was no perceived threat, I didn’t see any weapons involved, and I figured if punches started being thrown, the uniform and I would go break it up, no big deal.”
Calleigh nodded before continuing, “Then what happened?”
“I went back to what I was doing at the scene when I heard shots fired from the direction of the two people who were arguing—”
BANG BANG BANG!
Flack’s head snapped up from where he was standing with his flashlight, one hand immediately going for his gun. He watched as one of the men fell to the cement, and the other staring at him as he fell, gun still posed in the air. The man turned and spotted Flack looking at him, before starting to take off down the street.
The uniform ran for the man who had fallen, and Flack turned to Aiden as he started to move quickly in the direction of where the guy was going. “You see that?”
“Bet your ass I did,” she said, following him and pulling out her gun. Both of them ran past the uniform, who had stopped at the injured man.
“I’m calling for a bus, stay here with him!” Flack shouted at the man as he and Aiden ran past them. Flack gained on him faster, because he had longer legs, and kept on him as he turned the corner and headed down another street.
“Pursued him, on foot, for how far?”
“About two blocks,” Flack replied.
“Were the streets crowded?”
He shook his head, “A couple people here and there, but otherwise there weren’t a lot of people around.”
“So there’s no way you could have lost the suspect, and started chasing someone else?” Calleigh asked, and Flack shook his head.
“Also, the suspect had a very distinctive tattoo on the side of his face, looked like some kind of lizard curling up the side of his face,” he explained, his finger gesturing to the side of his face as he went, “It was the same guy.”
“So you pursued him for two blocks, then what happened?” Calleigh asked.
“Salvadore ducked into one of the nearby parking garages, and Detective Burn and I followed, but that was when we lost the visual—”
“I don’t see him, Flack,” Aiden said, gun posed in front of her.
“Neither do I,” Flack shook his head, eyes scanning the upper layers of the parking garage, while Aiden checked in between the cars present. He was ready to tell her that they probably lost him, he caught a glint of something coming from the roof of the building, gun extending across his line of vision.
“Aiden!” he shouted, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in between the cars parked there as the suspect opened fire on the two detectives.
Using the car for cover, both Aiden and Flack started returning fire. So far they were only managing to hit the concrete levels around him, until Salvadore moved slightly, bringing him directly into Flack’s line of fire.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Both detectives watched as Salvadore took three shots to the chest, and fell behind the concrete barrier in front of them.
“What happened next?” Calleigh asked.
“Detective Burn called for a bus and back-up, while I went up to the top of the garage to check his vitals now that he was incapacitated.”
“Were there any additional shots fired after that?”
“No,” he shook his head.
“You were the one who confirmed that the man in question was dead?”
“Yes.”
Calleigh nodded, “There’s no doubt in your mind that Milo Salvadore was the same man who had shot the man in the street.”
“No, it was definitely the right guy,” Flack nodded, “Detective Bonasera, the lead CSI on the scene, confirmed that the bullets fired at Aiden and myself were the same bullets fired at the man on the street, someone later confirmed to be Eduardo Valdez.”
Calleigh noticed the switch from Detective Burn to Aiden, but she didn’t say anything. She just nodded, before closing the file and giving him a smile, “Thank you. That’s all I need.”