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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-12 12:23 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-12 12:23 pm
Flack/Calleigh - Gala Events
Fandom: CSI: Miami/CSI:NY
Title: Gala Events
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Calleigh Duquesne, Kaile Maka
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coclaim100 Prompt: 022. Too Much
fivebyfiction Prompt: Hate
Content Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: Calleigh and Flack run into each other at a police gala.
Author's Note: Part of my A Place for Us series. Comes after What Did You Hear..., with references to my fic, Getting into Trouble. Built off of a moment in my fic, How Ya Been?. This was fun. And that's a lot of linkage.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
If there was ever a moment where Calleigh wanted to kill her boss, this was it. She hated these stuffy police galas, and the fact that she had to fly to New York to attend one was bothering her as well. Snatching a glass of champagne off the tray as it passed by, she scanned the faces around her searching for someone to talk to who wasn’t going to hit on her or bore her with things she already knew.
She suddenly wished that she had gone with Maka when she went to talk to some of her old friends. She might have been able to steer her away from the less savory individuals. She then started to move a bit, knowing that she would be less of a target for those unsavory individuals if she wasn’t standing still.
She was headed in the direction of the hors d'oeuvres, when a familiar face crossed her line of vision, and she smiled. There was someone she wouldn’t mind talking to. She grabbed her second glass of champagne and turned in the man’s direction.
“Detective Flack!”
“Officer Duquesne,” Flack gave her a smile as she walked over to him, a wide smile on her face. He didn’t expect to be running into her again like this, but he was glad that the circumstances were—slightly better this time around, “I thought Miami might be sending up Lieutenant Caine for the gala.”
“Yes, well, Horatio was planning on attending, but something came up and he asked me to take his place,” she replied, finishing the last of her champagne.
“I’m glad he did,” Flack grinned, “Frankly, you’re much easier on the eyes.”
“You’re lucky I’ve had enough champagne to allow that comment, Detective,” Calleigh grinned.
“I’m not allowed to give you a compliment, Officer?” he said, giving her a confused look.
“It wasn’t the intent behind it, it was the words,” Calleigh said, and then she blinked for a second, “Wait—I meant that it wasn’t the words but the intent behind it.”
“I think you’ve had a bit too much champagne,” Flack replied, taking the glass that she had grabbed from the tray, and placing it back in its place of origin.
“Well, I disagree, Detective, I don’t think I’ve had quite enough.”
“How bout we ditch this, and I buy you a cup of coffee instead?” Flack replied, placing an arm across her waist as she tried to reach for the bubbly beverage again. Calleigh looked at him for a second, before placing her hands on her hips.
“What’s the catch?”
“I have to have it with you,” he replied, “And we have to have an actual conversation.”
Calleigh studied him for a second before nodding her head. “Alright,” she sighed, “I could go for a cup of coffee.”
***
“I have to say, Detective,” Calleigh replied, taking a sip of the cup in front of her, “This is much better than having to sit in that gala.” She paused for a second, “Don’t you think your father will be upset that you ran out on his night?”
Flack laughed, before shaking his head, “I was there for the presentation of the damn thing; that was all he asked for.” He then grinned slightly in Calleigh’s direction, “I’ll just tell him I was helping a very pretty officer sober up and he’ll understand.”
“I’m sober now, Flack,” she said, giving him a look, “Better start watching what you say again.”
“Don,” he said, and she frowned.
“What?”
“My name. We’re off the clock, so call me Don.”
“Fine then,” Calleigh sighed, “But you have to reciprocate.”
“I can do that, Calleigh,” he replied. He shifted so that his wrist was resting on the table and she caught a glance at his watch.
“It’s that late already?” she frowned, and Don looked down and nodded.
“Got somewhere you need to be?”
“I’ve got an early flight tomorrow,” Calleigh replied, “I had a really good time talking with you, but I should—”
“Let me walk you back to your hotel,” Flack protested.
She hesitated, “You don’t have to.” She was going to take a cab back, but if he was offering the company—she didn’t want to impose on him.
“Least I could do,” he grinned, “Thank you for giving me an excuse to get out of that gala.”
She gave him a smile, before nodding, “I’d like that.”
***
“Where did you go last night?” Maka asked as they boarded the plane back to Miami. Calleigh sensed that she was annoyed, but she couldn’t tell because the woman looked like she had been hit by a bus.
“Why?”
“Because you were supposed to be there to stop me from leaving the gala, going to Sullivan’s and doing tequila shots with Danny Messer,” Maka sighed, collapsing in her seat and closing her eyes, “I’m going to take two asprin, and sleep the whole way back to Miami, and maybe this hangover will go away.” She turned in Calleigh’s direction but didn’t open her eyes, “But where did you go?”
Calleigh paused before responding, “Detective Flack offered me a cup of coffee, and I took him up on it.”
“Did you?” Maka smirked, “He likes you, you know.”
“Does he?” Calleigh said, somewhat surprised, “He barely knows me. He was a witness on a case, but the first time we actually talked to each other was last night.”
“Yeah, but he knows that you could very easily kick his ass,” Maka grinned, “For some reason that turns him on.”
Calleigh laughed, “Really?”
“Really.”
Calleigh nodded slowly, “That’s interesting.”
“Yup,” Maka replied, before popping two aspirin, “I thought it would be.”
Title: Gala Events
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Calleigh Duquesne, Kaile Maka
coclaim100 Prompt: 022. Too Muchfivebyfiction Prompt: HateContent Warning: Spoilers for up to and including "Charge of This Post" for NY, "Rio" for Miami.
Summary: Calleigh and Flack run into each other at a police gala.
Author's Note: Part of my A Place for Us series. Comes after What Did You Hear..., with references to my fic, Getting into Trouble. Built off of a moment in my fic, How Ya Been?. This was fun. And that's a lot of linkage.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami or CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
If there was ever a moment where Calleigh wanted to kill her boss, this was it. She hated these stuffy police galas, and the fact that she had to fly to New York to attend one was bothering her as well. Snatching a glass of champagne off the tray as it passed by, she scanned the faces around her searching for someone to talk to who wasn’t going to hit on her or bore her with things she already knew.
She suddenly wished that she had gone with Maka when she went to talk to some of her old friends. She might have been able to steer her away from the less savory individuals. She then started to move a bit, knowing that she would be less of a target for those unsavory individuals if she wasn’t standing still.
She was headed in the direction of the hors d'oeuvres, when a familiar face crossed her line of vision, and she smiled. There was someone she wouldn’t mind talking to. She grabbed her second glass of champagne and turned in the man’s direction.
“Detective Flack!”
“Officer Duquesne,” Flack gave her a smile as she walked over to him, a wide smile on her face. He didn’t expect to be running into her again like this, but he was glad that the circumstances were—slightly better this time around, “I thought Miami might be sending up Lieutenant Caine for the gala.”
“Yes, well, Horatio was planning on attending, but something came up and he asked me to take his place,” she replied, finishing the last of her champagne.
“I’m glad he did,” Flack grinned, “Frankly, you’re much easier on the eyes.”
“You’re lucky I’ve had enough champagne to allow that comment, Detective,” Calleigh grinned.
“I’m not allowed to give you a compliment, Officer?” he said, giving her a confused look.
“It wasn’t the intent behind it, it was the words,” Calleigh said, and then she blinked for a second, “Wait—I meant that it wasn’t the words but the intent behind it.”
“I think you’ve had a bit too much champagne,” Flack replied, taking the glass that she had grabbed from the tray, and placing it back in its place of origin.
“Well, I disagree, Detective, I don’t think I’ve had quite enough.”
“How bout we ditch this, and I buy you a cup of coffee instead?” Flack replied, placing an arm across her waist as she tried to reach for the bubbly beverage again. Calleigh looked at him for a second, before placing her hands on her hips.
“What’s the catch?”
“I have to have it with you,” he replied, “And we have to have an actual conversation.”
Calleigh studied him for a second before nodding her head. “Alright,” she sighed, “I could go for a cup of coffee.”
***
“I have to say, Detective,” Calleigh replied, taking a sip of the cup in front of her, “This is much better than having to sit in that gala.” She paused for a second, “Don’t you think your father will be upset that you ran out on his night?”
Flack laughed, before shaking his head, “I was there for the presentation of the damn thing; that was all he asked for.” He then grinned slightly in Calleigh’s direction, “I’ll just tell him I was helping a very pretty officer sober up and he’ll understand.”
“I’m sober now, Flack,” she said, giving him a look, “Better start watching what you say again.”
“Don,” he said, and she frowned.
“What?”
“My name. We’re off the clock, so call me Don.”
“Fine then,” Calleigh sighed, “But you have to reciprocate.”
“I can do that, Calleigh,” he replied. He shifted so that his wrist was resting on the table and she caught a glance at his watch.
“It’s that late already?” she frowned, and Don looked down and nodded.
“Got somewhere you need to be?”
“I’ve got an early flight tomorrow,” Calleigh replied, “I had a really good time talking with you, but I should—”
“Let me walk you back to your hotel,” Flack protested.
She hesitated, “You don’t have to.” She was going to take a cab back, but if he was offering the company—she didn’t want to impose on him.
“Least I could do,” he grinned, “Thank you for giving me an excuse to get out of that gala.”
She gave him a smile, before nodding, “I’d like that.”
***
“Where did you go last night?” Maka asked as they boarded the plane back to Miami. Calleigh sensed that she was annoyed, but she couldn’t tell because the woman looked like she had been hit by a bus.
“Why?”
“Because you were supposed to be there to stop me from leaving the gala, going to Sullivan’s and doing tequila shots with Danny Messer,” Maka sighed, collapsing in her seat and closing her eyes, “I’m going to take two asprin, and sleep the whole way back to Miami, and maybe this hangover will go away.” She turned in Calleigh’s direction but didn’t open her eyes, “But where did you go?”
Calleigh paused before responding, “Detective Flack offered me a cup of coffee, and I took him up on it.”
“Did you?” Maka smirked, “He likes you, you know.”
“Does he?” Calleigh said, somewhat surprised, “He barely knows me. He was a witness on a case, but the first time we actually talked to each other was last night.”
“Yeah, but he knows that you could very easily kick his ass,” Maka grinned, “For some reason that turns him on.”
Calleigh laughed, “Really?”
“Really.”
Calleigh nodded slowly, “That’s interesting.”
“Yup,” Maka replied, before popping two aspirin, “I thought it would be.”
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Calleigh laughed, “Really?”
That is really the only reason (at first) why Flack would be attracted to Calleigh. Because she is hot and she could lay him out in mere seconds. For the Five Pairings Meme,
Calleigh and Maka being friends is so choice. I can see that. But Kaile's line about Cal supposed to be there so she doesn't do tequila shots with Dan? Yeah. Kaile/Danny = love. We all know that she wanted to do the tequila shots, just against her better judgement. Danny does tend to have self-destructive tendencies, you know.
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and maka/danny is so much love, even though in this series she's trying to get away from the men in her life with self-destructive tendencies. between danny and delko, she's not doing so well.
i'm glad you liked it.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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Unless you don't want to write it...then can I?
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you are more than welcome to write your own interpretation though.
and i'm glad you liked it.
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