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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-24 11:50 am
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Flack/Calleigh - Getting into Trouble (4/4)
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI:NY
Title: Getting into Trouble (4/4) (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Calleigh Duquesne, mentions of Aiden Burn,
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coclaim100 Prompt: 039. Choice
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.... And it's finished. Finally. Don't know quite where I'm going to go with these two after this, but it's going to go somewhere.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Aiden found Flack crouched over the body, his face in his hands. She gave him a frown before actually speaking. “He make it?” She watched as the man shook his head slowly, not even looking up at her.
“Jesus, Aiden—”
“Look, Flack, it was a good shoot,” Aiden replied, “The evidence is going to back that up. IAB won’t hold you on this.”
“Fuck, Aiden, IAB is the least of my worries right now,” he said, looking up at her in shock, “I just killed someone.”
“Maybe you didn’t,” she suggested, “Maybe it was me. We both got off a few good shots on him.”
He shook his head before getting up and starting to pace, “It was me. I can feel it in my gut.” Then he started to panic, his pacing getting more erratic, “What if we got the wrong guy? What if we lost him in the crowd, and this guy was just some random bystander on the street? What if—”
“No, Flack—”
“Aiden, I’m serious,” he said, his eyes wide with fear, “What if this wasn’t the right guy and I just killed an innocent man here? I could lose, my job, my shield—God, I could go to jail—”
“Don, look at me,” Aiden ordered, before grabbing him by the arms and pulling her back to face her, “Look at me.” Blue eyes met hers, before she spoke, “That’s not going to happen. This is the guy. We didn’t lose him. Even if we did, he opened fire on us. You were defending yourself, alright?”
“God, I hope you’re right,” he whispered.
“Don’t hope,” she stated firmly, “I am right.”
Flack stared at the man sitting in the interrogation room. He must have completely blocked Milo Salvadore’s face out of his mind, because he was noticing now how scarily similar the two were, and wondering why he didn’t notice it before. But he knew why he blocked it out though. Every time he saw Salvadore’s face, he saw the three bloody holes he had put in his chest when he shot him.
He knew he was doing his job. He knew that he was doing what he needed to do to protect himself and his partner, but he hadn’t been shooting to kill. He never ever intended on shooting to kill but he knew that sometimes it happened.
They even had the same damn tattoo. The lizard crawling up the side of the face next to the right ear. All he was doing was watching him, not really paying attention to what we being said, all he knew was that the man in front of him was clearly pissed.
“You shouldn’t really be here.” He turned and saw Calleigh standing next to him, and sympathetic smile on her face.
“I know,” he replied, before walking towards some of the chairs and sitting down. She followed him, sitting next to him, just to listen if he needed it.
“I’m just trying to figure out why I didn’t recognize him,” he continued, still staring at the window ahead of him.
Calleigh shrugged, “I’m sure it just wasn’t something you wanted to remember.”
“For the first few weeks after the shooting, I couldn’t get his face outta my head,” he said, realizing the situation was starting to turn personal, but he really didn’t care at this point, “I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking—God, I killed someone. Then once the family started contesting the death and that whole mess started—it just seemed like they wouldn’t let me let go.”
Calleigh understood. Not exactly in the same sense but she knew what it was like to have someone die right in front of you, and have it seem like it was all your fault. When Hagen died, all she could see was the look on his face before she turned her back to him, screaming at her to help him, and that helpless feeling of her not knowing what to do. And every time she closed her eyes, she heard the subtle clicks of the gun as he pulled the safety back. It was the same gun he had held to her head at the crime scene earlier, and when she reached that realization, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything. Because she knew that he was already too far gone for her to save.
“IAB ruled it a good shoot,” Calleigh began. It was the same words Maka had said to him earlier, but he knew that Calleigh wasn’t going to just leave it at that. He didn’t say anything, just waited for her to continue.
“It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t feel guilty, it doesn’t mean that it’s not going to affect you,” she said, “But it does mean that what you did was justifiable. You didn’t murder someone in cold blood, you didn’t take a life without reason. You were defending yourself and your partner. You had no other choice.”
“I could have missed,” he said softly.
“You could have,” she replied, starting to get up, “But then we wouldn’t be talking here, would we?”
He looked up at her as she walked away. He knew that she was right. And he knew that there was something under it all that she wasn’t telling him because it was something that personally had to do with her, and he wasn’t going to press it. It wasn’t his place. But he knew that she got what he was going through and had went through for some reason. And he appreciated the fact that she had been willing to talk to him, and not just pretend that she didn’t.
“The damn bastard shot and killed my brother, and they let him go with just a slap on the wrist because he’s a fucking cop. That’s not justice! The whole legal system is just stupid bullshit. I was doing what should have been done if everyone was equal under the law.”
The man’s words echoed through the glass of the interrogation room, and Flack tried to suppress the voice in the back of his head that was saying He’s right. He pushed it back as far as he could, trying to get Calleigh’s voice to take it’s place.
You had no other choice.
You had no other choice.
You had no other choice.
Title: Getting into Trouble (4/4) (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Calleigh Duquesne, mentions of Aiden Burn,
coclaim100 Prompt: 039. ChoiceContent 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.... And it's finished. Finally. Don't know quite where I'm going to go with these two after this, but it's going to go somewhere.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Aiden found Flack crouched over the body, his face in his hands. She gave him a frown before actually speaking. “He make it?” She watched as the man shook his head slowly, not even looking up at her.
“Jesus, Aiden—”
“Look, Flack, it was a good shoot,” Aiden replied, “The evidence is going to back that up. IAB won’t hold you on this.”
“Fuck, Aiden, IAB is the least of my worries right now,” he said, looking up at her in shock, “I just killed someone.”
“Maybe you didn’t,” she suggested, “Maybe it was me. We both got off a few good shots on him.”
He shook his head before getting up and starting to pace, “It was me. I can feel it in my gut.” Then he started to panic, his pacing getting more erratic, “What if we got the wrong guy? What if we lost him in the crowd, and this guy was just some random bystander on the street? What if—”
“No, Flack—”
“Aiden, I’m serious,” he said, his eyes wide with fear, “What if this wasn’t the right guy and I just killed an innocent man here? I could lose, my job, my shield—God, I could go to jail—”
“Don, look at me,” Aiden ordered, before grabbing him by the arms and pulling her back to face her, “Look at me.” Blue eyes met hers, before she spoke, “That’s not going to happen. This is the guy. We didn’t lose him. Even if we did, he opened fire on us. You were defending yourself, alright?”
“God, I hope you’re right,” he whispered.
“Don’t hope,” she stated firmly, “I am right.”
Flack stared at the man sitting in the interrogation room. He must have completely blocked Milo Salvadore’s face out of his mind, because he was noticing now how scarily similar the two were, and wondering why he didn’t notice it before. But he knew why he blocked it out though. Every time he saw Salvadore’s face, he saw the three bloody holes he had put in his chest when he shot him.
He knew he was doing his job. He knew that he was doing what he needed to do to protect himself and his partner, but he hadn’t been shooting to kill. He never ever intended on shooting to kill but he knew that sometimes it happened.
They even had the same damn tattoo. The lizard crawling up the side of the face next to the right ear. All he was doing was watching him, not really paying attention to what we being said, all he knew was that the man in front of him was clearly pissed.
“You shouldn’t really be here.” He turned and saw Calleigh standing next to him, and sympathetic smile on her face.
“I know,” he replied, before walking towards some of the chairs and sitting down. She followed him, sitting next to him, just to listen if he needed it.
“I’m just trying to figure out why I didn’t recognize him,” he continued, still staring at the window ahead of him.
Calleigh shrugged, “I’m sure it just wasn’t something you wanted to remember.”
“For the first few weeks after the shooting, I couldn’t get his face outta my head,” he said, realizing the situation was starting to turn personal, but he really didn’t care at this point, “I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking—God, I killed someone. Then once the family started contesting the death and that whole mess started—it just seemed like they wouldn’t let me let go.”
Calleigh understood. Not exactly in the same sense but she knew what it was like to have someone die right in front of you, and have it seem like it was all your fault. When Hagen died, all she could see was the look on his face before she turned her back to him, screaming at her to help him, and that helpless feeling of her not knowing what to do. And every time she closed her eyes, she heard the subtle clicks of the gun as he pulled the safety back. It was the same gun he had held to her head at the crime scene earlier, and when she reached that realization, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything. Because she knew that he was already too far gone for her to save.
“IAB ruled it a good shoot,” Calleigh began. It was the same words Maka had said to him earlier, but he knew that Calleigh wasn’t going to just leave it at that. He didn’t say anything, just waited for her to continue.
“It doesn’t mean you shouldn’t feel guilty, it doesn’t mean that it’s not going to affect you,” she said, “But it does mean that what you did was justifiable. You didn’t murder someone in cold blood, you didn’t take a life without reason. You were defending yourself and your partner. You had no other choice.”
“I could have missed,” he said softly.
“You could have,” she replied, starting to get up, “But then we wouldn’t be talking here, would we?”
He looked up at her as she walked away. He knew that she was right. And he knew that there was something under it all that she wasn’t telling him because it was something that personally had to do with her, and he wasn’t going to press it. It wasn’t his place. But he knew that she got what he was going through and had went through for some reason. And he appreciated the fact that she had been willing to talk to him, and not just pretend that she didn’t.
“The damn bastard shot and killed my brother, and they let him go with just a slap on the wrist because he’s a fucking cop. That’s not justice! The whole legal system is just stupid bullshit. I was doing what should have been done if everyone was equal under the law.”
The man’s words echoed through the glass of the interrogation room, and Flack tried to suppress the voice in the back of his head that was saying He’s right. He pushed it back as far as he could, trying to get Calleigh’s voice to take it’s place.
You had no other choice.
You had no other choice.
You had no other choice.
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...so sequel to this might be long coming.