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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-03-20 03:50 pm
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Flack/Stella - Off the Record
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Off the Record
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters Don Flack/Stella Bonasera, mentions of Mac Taylor
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alphabetasoup Prompt: Y is for Yielding
Content Warning: Mild spoilers for "All Access" and "Stealing Home"
Summary: Flack and Stella talk on Stella's first day back.
Author's Note: I'm done withalphabetasoup! Yay! Also used a moment from How Ya Been? as a base.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Flack didn’t think much of it when he first saw her. She hadn’t been gone long enough for him to register that she had been gone, and he had been paying attention to something else at the time. When he did realize who he had just given a nod and a smile to, he did a double take, and then walked over, ready to give her a better hello.
“Hey, Stell.” Stella turned around and gave him a smile as he walked over. It was her first day back since the whole Frankie thing, and he was just checking on her, making sure everything was alright.
“Hey, Flack. How’s it going?”
“I’m alright,” he nodded, “How ‘bout you? How you doin?’”
“I’m good,” she replied. She could see the concern on his face, and wished for a second it would go away. She didn’t want to be treated any differently than anyone else at this point, and while she knew he was worried—she didn’t want it affecting their relationship on the job.
“Really, Flack,” she said, taking his hand, and giving him a look, “I’m good.”
“On the record or off it?” he asked, and she frowned.
“On the record.”
“What about off it?” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
She hesitated for a second before continuing, “I’m handling it.”
“You sure?” he asked, “Cuz I’m here if you need me.”
“Can’t talk about that here, can we?” she sighed, when she heard Mac say her name from somewhere in the direction of the trace labs. She started to walk in that direction, and Flack followed.
“Wanna grab something to eat?” he offered, “Lunch, maybe?”
“I can do that,” she nodded.
“Good,” he said, slowing to a stop, and then shouting after her, “I’ll drive.”
Stella shot a grin back over her shoulder, “Yeah. Sure you will.”
***
Flack planned on talking about anything but work at lunch, but that was where the conversation seemed to turn. He decided to let it go that way too. He wasn’t about to push her in a direction she didn’t want to go, because he knew more than anything that that would get him nowhere. She asked him about the case he was working with Danny and Lindsay, the limited details they were allowed to share between colleagues, and when he asked about hers, she tensed slightly.
“One of the guy’s wives—she—well, we had more in common than I thought. I guess it just kinda threw me.”
“I take it the things in common weren’t personality or sense of humor?” Flack said, giving her a small smile.
“No,” she shook her head, “Not exactly.”
He was silent for a while, not exactly sure what to say. What he wanted to say she would probably deny in every sense of the word, but he knew it needed to be said. Because he knew she wasn’t OK, and if she wasn’t OK, maybe—
“Maybe you weren’t quite ready to come back yet,” he said softly, looking up at her almost halfway, where he was making eye contact just enough to know that he meant it, but he didn’t like that he was thinking it.
“No,” she shook her head. The statement wasn’t accompanied by a look or a glare, and there was no malice in her voice, it was just—said. A clear and simple statement that that wasn’t the truth. “I’m ready. I guess—I didn’t expect to have that kind of case so soon.”
“I see what you mean,” Flack nodded.
“I knew I was going to have one like it eventually. And I guess its better I got it now rather than later, right?” she said, looking up at him.
“Yeah,” he smiled, “Like ripping off a band-aid.”
She smiled slightly in return, “Yeah. I guess.” The table fell into silence again, and Flack played with his food for a minute before speaking up again.
“I’m here, Stell. You know that, right?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, reaching over to squeeze his hand, “Yeah, I do.”
Title: Off the Record
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters Don Flack/Stella Bonasera, mentions of Mac Taylor
alphabetasoup Prompt: Y is for YieldingContent Warning: Mild spoilers for "All Access" and "Stealing Home"
Summary: Flack and Stella talk on Stella's first day back.
Author's Note: I'm done with
alphabetasoup! Yay! Also used a moment from How Ya Been? as a base.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
Flack didn’t think much of it when he first saw her. She hadn’t been gone long enough for him to register that she had been gone, and he had been paying attention to something else at the time. When he did realize who he had just given a nod and a smile to, he did a double take, and then walked over, ready to give her a better hello.
“Hey, Stell.” Stella turned around and gave him a smile as he walked over. It was her first day back since the whole Frankie thing, and he was just checking on her, making sure everything was alright.
“Hey, Flack. How’s it going?”
“I’m alright,” he nodded, “How ‘bout you? How you doin?’”
“I’m good,” she replied. She could see the concern on his face, and wished for a second it would go away. She didn’t want to be treated any differently than anyone else at this point, and while she knew he was worried—she didn’t want it affecting their relationship on the job.
“Really, Flack,” she said, taking his hand, and giving him a look, “I’m good.”
“On the record or off it?” he asked, and she frowned.
“On the record.”
“What about off it?” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
She hesitated for a second before continuing, “I’m handling it.”
“You sure?” he asked, “Cuz I’m here if you need me.”
“Can’t talk about that here, can we?” she sighed, when she heard Mac say her name from somewhere in the direction of the trace labs. She started to walk in that direction, and Flack followed.
“Wanna grab something to eat?” he offered, “Lunch, maybe?”
“I can do that,” she nodded.
“Good,” he said, slowing to a stop, and then shouting after her, “I’ll drive.”
Stella shot a grin back over her shoulder, “Yeah. Sure you will.”
***
Flack planned on talking about anything but work at lunch, but that was where the conversation seemed to turn. He decided to let it go that way too. He wasn’t about to push her in a direction she didn’t want to go, because he knew more than anything that that would get him nowhere. She asked him about the case he was working with Danny and Lindsay, the limited details they were allowed to share between colleagues, and when he asked about hers, she tensed slightly.
“One of the guy’s wives—she—well, we had more in common than I thought. I guess it just kinda threw me.”
“I take it the things in common weren’t personality or sense of humor?” Flack said, giving her a small smile.
“No,” she shook her head, “Not exactly.”
He was silent for a while, not exactly sure what to say. What he wanted to say she would probably deny in every sense of the word, but he knew it needed to be said. Because he knew she wasn’t OK, and if she wasn’t OK, maybe—
“Maybe you weren’t quite ready to come back yet,” he said softly, looking up at her almost halfway, where he was making eye contact just enough to know that he meant it, but he didn’t like that he was thinking it.
“No,” she shook her head. The statement wasn’t accompanied by a look or a glare, and there was no malice in her voice, it was just—said. A clear and simple statement that that wasn’t the truth. “I’m ready. I guess—I didn’t expect to have that kind of case so soon.”
“I see what you mean,” Flack nodded.
“I knew I was going to have one like it eventually. And I guess its better I got it now rather than later, right?” she said, looking up at him.
“Yeah,” he smiled, “Like ripping off a band-aid.”
She smiled slightly in return, “Yeah. I guess.” The table fell into silence again, and Flack played with his food for a minute before speaking up again.
“I’m here, Stell. You know that, right?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, reaching over to squeeze his hand, “Yeah, I do.”