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Danny/Kate - The Dark I Know Well
Fandom: CSI:NY/Lost
Title: The Dark I Know Well
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Danny Messer/Kate Austen, James "Sawyer" Ford, Don Flack
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fic_variations Prompt: Four Seasons (#3)
Content Warning: Spoilers through "Snow Day" (CSI:NY), through the end of season three (Lost).
Summary: Kate and Sawyer stumble onto Danny and Flack's crime scene.
Author's Note: Still forvenetia_sassy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Lost. They're owned by CBS and ABC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
It was springtime before she saw the city again. For some reason, Sawyer liked swinging through New York more often than anywhere else. He never told her for what or who, but he came out of it much more agreeable than he was going in, so Kate never questioned it. She didn’t want to lose the person who was keeping her moving, and it was nice having someone around who had been through the same thing she had.
However, this time when they were passing through the city, Sawyer dropped in on an old contact that wasn’t the one he was hiding from her. And this contact got them into the middle of a standoff with the NYPD. Needless to say, Sawyer wasn’t too happy with this contact, and Kate was even more unhappy with the fact that Danny was one of the detectives who had been there to pick her up. While he wasn’t being completely adversarial, his fellow detective clearly wasn’t that fond of her, and while he was fairly attractive as detectives go (the US Marshalls who used to chase her were never this good-looking), she had a feeling that people who had killed other people weren’t someone he planned on making friends with.
Now she was blinking up at him innocently, waiting for Danny to return from wherever he was. He just crossed his arms across his chest as he leaned back in the chair, glaring at her lightly.
“Look, Detective,” she sighed, playing with the rim of her baseball cap. “I don’t know what you think I know—but I don’t.”
“Don’t know what?”
“Anything really,” Kate said, pulling her face up into a grimace. “This may come as a shock to you, but people don’t trust me that much.”
He smirked bitterly, “That actually doesn’t shock me at all.”
Kate faked surprise, “Oh, that’s right—I’m a ‘dangerous fugitive.’”
“Tellin’ me you didn’t blow up your house with your father in it?” Flack said, giving her a look. “Because your own mother turned you in. How do you think that looks?”
“Don’t think we’re here to talk about my mother, either,” she said quickly, averting her eyes slightly. The look on his face got even more smug, if that was even possible, and he nodded, before leaning forward on the table.
“You’re right. We’re not here to talk about that. We’re here to talk about Lizzie Henderson.”
“Lizzie,” Kate sighed, trying out the name. “She sounds young.”
“She’s six,” Flack replied, sliding a picture across the table to her. “And she was abducted from her home two days ago. We just picked you up with the last person she was seen with.”
Kate looked down at the picture, tracing the side of the girl’s face with her finger, before looking up at him, shrugging, “I don’t know anything. As I said—people don’t trust me.”
“I’m sure.”
“Look, Detective, I’m not in on it. You think I would participate in the kidnapping of a six year-old girl?”
“I don’t know what to think,” he sighed. “You’re the one with the record, not me.”
“Well, I wouldn’t,” Kate pouted. “And I don’t know anything. You’re talking to the wrong girl.”
He studied her for a minute, before there was a knock on the door. He got up and walked over. She caught a glimpse of Danny when the other detective opened the door, and they talked for a moment before the detective turned back to her. “Detective Messer wants to ask you a few questions.”
“Hi, Danny,” she grinned.
“Detective Messer, Miss Austen,” Danny smirked before sitting down across the table from her. Kate only grinned back at him, before crossing her arms across her chest.
“Well—question away.”
They fired back and forth at each other, Kate flirting with Danny as best she could under the situation, and she could tell the other detective (Flack—was that his name?) was starting to get pissed that Danny was letting her talk to him like that, but she didn’t care. She hadn’t done anything wrong—aside from what she had done wrong in the first place, so she was going to have fun with this, until the US Marshals haul her off anyway.
“Look, Detective, you’re barking up the wrong tree,” Kate smirked. “Unless you’re looking for something else, then I might be able to help you out.”
Danny laughed slightly, before shaking his head, “I think she’s right, Flack. We’re not getting anywhere with her.”
She sighed heavily, “Might have better luck if you talked to Sawyer. The guy was actually his friend. I had just met him.”
“We’ll do that,” Flack said sullenly, giving Danny a look before getting up from his chair.
***
Sawyer looked up at the two detectives with a smirk, before settling back in the chair and crossing her arms in front of his chest, “Well, if it isn’t Detective Pretty Boy and Detective Four-Eyes. My favorites.”
“Glad we could make your day,” Flack said, sitting down and leaning back in the seat again. “How ‘bout you make ours?”
“And how can I do that?” Sawyer asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you boys are expecting, but I don’t really swing that way. Don’t got any porn either. So I don’t know what you could possibly want from little ol’ me.”
Flack rolled his eyes, but Danny smirked slightly, “I don’t think that’s quite what my partner here meant. We’re talking about what you can tell us about where Lizzie Henderson is.”
“Now boys, for information that valuable, I have to know what’s in it for me,” Sawyer replied with a smirk.
“What ‘bout what’s not in it for you?” Flack said, frowning slightly. “Tell us what we want to know, and we won’t let you sit in the Tombs for obstruction of justice.”
“Ah, but for that to stick, you’d have to have evidence that I know something,” Sawyer replied coolly. “Which you don’t.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Danny replied. “But you and your friend, Kate, were standing right in the middle of a crime scene. That’s evidence tampering, and that we can hold you on.”
“Well, how badly do you want to find that little girl, Detectives?” Sawyer sighed, crossing his arms across his chest. “She’s been gone how long? Day and a half? By tomorrow morning, the idea of giving me a deal is going to look pretty damn tempting.”
“What do you have in mind?” Flack asked, rolling his eyes slightly.
“If the girl is where Lonny told me she is, you let me and Freckles go—and it’s like you never saw us.”
“Freckles?” Flack frowned.
“He means Kate,” Danny replied.
“Oh, Austen? You mean the Bonnie to your Clyde,” Flack said, before smirking dangerously. “I don’t think so.”
“You must not want to find this little girl, Detective.”
“Oh, no—I do,” Flack nodded. “And I think I could live with that deal for just you—but Austen ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
“Well, you aren’t getting any deal if she ain’t part of it,” Sawyer replied. “So—if that’s the way things are standing, I don’t think we have anything further to say to each other.”
“Guess not,” Flack replied, before getting up and heading out of the room. Danny sighed for a minute before following him, and pulling Flack aside.
“Why don’t we take him up on it?” Danny asked.
Flack looked at Danny like he had grown two heads. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right?”
“I’m serious, Flack,” Danny replied. “Why is that deal such a bad idea?”
“Because you want to let a dangerous fugitive just walk out of here, Danny,” Flack replied, angry confusion flashing in his eyes. “Is something not working upstairs that makes you think that’s suddenly a good idea?”
“Walk out of here, yes, but she hasn’t hurt anyone since the original crime,” Danny pointed out. “We have a six year-old girl to find—preferably alive—and the deal didn’t say we couldn’t stick her prints back in the system and let the feds know she’s alive.”
“And then the feds show up here, and we get arrested for aiding and abetting.”
“Could always say we didn’t know who she was,” Danny sighed. “She gave us a fake name and ID, didn’t learn who she really was until after we ran her prints. After all, everyone thinks she’s dead, Flack—they have for the past three years. They couldn’t have expected us to recognize her.”
Flack hesitated for a minute, “Something doesn’t sit right with me about this, Danny.”
“We need to find that kid, Flack.”
“I know,” Flack sighed, running a hand over his face. “Alright. We’ll do this. But after we find her, I want her prints kicked into AFIS.”
“You got it,” Danny nodded, ignoring the fidgety feeling in the pit of his stomach as he headed back into the room with Sawyer.
***
Danny walked up to his apartment and froze when he spotted a dark haired woman in a baseball cap sitting at his front door. He took a deep breath, before walking over to her, a teasing smirk on his face. “What happened to your Clyde?”
Kate looked up at him with an easy smile, “Decided to bang another Bonnie for a while.”
Danny grinned, before getting closer as she got to her feet, “So what are you doing here?”
“Didn’t feel like sleeping in a car,” she sighed, moving in closer to him. “And we both know you have a habit of taking me in when I have nowhere else to go.”
“Kate—” he hesitated, feeling her hands slide over his chest. “You really shouldn’t be here—”
“My prints are in the system again, aren’t they?” she said, pulling away from him slightly.
“Yeah,” Danny nodded. “Yeah, they are.”
Kate hesitated for a minute, before moving back in towards him again, “I don’t care.”
“Kate—”
“I’ll be out in the morning,” she sighed, “They’ll never know I was here.” She slid her hand up his chest, fisting the front of his shirt and moving her lips closer to his, “And I’ve been wanting to do this since you picked me up at that crime scene.”
Danny knew that he was screwed, and that there was no way he could get out of this, and while his brain was screaming at him to arrest her there and then, his hands decided they had a mind of her own, sliding around her waist and moving him closer to her. He rested his forehead against hers, backing her towards the door.
“Let me get into my apartment before you kiss me?” he said quietly.
“Lead the way.”
Title: The Dark I Know Well
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Danny Messer/Kate Austen, James "Sawyer" Ford, Don Flack
fic_variations Prompt: Four Seasons (#3)Content Warning: Spoilers through "Snow Day" (CSI:NY), through the end of season three (Lost).
Summary: Kate and Sawyer stumble onto Danny and Flack's crime scene.
Author's Note: Still for
venetia_sassy. Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Lost. They're owned by CBS and ABC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
It was springtime before she saw the city again. For some reason, Sawyer liked swinging through New York more often than anywhere else. He never told her for what or who, but he came out of it much more agreeable than he was going in, so Kate never questioned it. She didn’t want to lose the person who was keeping her moving, and it was nice having someone around who had been through the same thing she had.
However, this time when they were passing through the city, Sawyer dropped in on an old contact that wasn’t the one he was hiding from her. And this contact got them into the middle of a standoff with the NYPD. Needless to say, Sawyer wasn’t too happy with this contact, and Kate was even more unhappy with the fact that Danny was one of the detectives who had been there to pick her up. While he wasn’t being completely adversarial, his fellow detective clearly wasn’t that fond of her, and while he was fairly attractive as detectives go (the US Marshalls who used to chase her were never this good-looking), she had a feeling that people who had killed other people weren’t someone he planned on making friends with.
Now she was blinking up at him innocently, waiting for Danny to return from wherever he was. He just crossed his arms across his chest as he leaned back in the chair, glaring at her lightly.
“Look, Detective,” she sighed, playing with the rim of her baseball cap. “I don’t know what you think I know—but I don’t.”
“Don’t know what?”
“Anything really,” Kate said, pulling her face up into a grimace. “This may come as a shock to you, but people don’t trust me that much.”
He smirked bitterly, “That actually doesn’t shock me at all.”
Kate faked surprise, “Oh, that’s right—I’m a ‘dangerous fugitive.’”
“Tellin’ me you didn’t blow up your house with your father in it?” Flack said, giving her a look. “Because your own mother turned you in. How do you think that looks?”
“Don’t think we’re here to talk about my mother, either,” she said quickly, averting her eyes slightly. The look on his face got even more smug, if that was even possible, and he nodded, before leaning forward on the table.
“You’re right. We’re not here to talk about that. We’re here to talk about Lizzie Henderson.”
“Lizzie,” Kate sighed, trying out the name. “She sounds young.”
“She’s six,” Flack replied, sliding a picture across the table to her. “And she was abducted from her home two days ago. We just picked you up with the last person she was seen with.”
Kate looked down at the picture, tracing the side of the girl’s face with her finger, before looking up at him, shrugging, “I don’t know anything. As I said—people don’t trust me.”
“I’m sure.”
“Look, Detective, I’m not in on it. You think I would participate in the kidnapping of a six year-old girl?”
“I don’t know what to think,” he sighed. “You’re the one with the record, not me.”
“Well, I wouldn’t,” Kate pouted. “And I don’t know anything. You’re talking to the wrong girl.”
He studied her for a minute, before there was a knock on the door. He got up and walked over. She caught a glimpse of Danny when the other detective opened the door, and they talked for a moment before the detective turned back to her. “Detective Messer wants to ask you a few questions.”
“Hi, Danny,” she grinned.
“Detective Messer, Miss Austen,” Danny smirked before sitting down across the table from her. Kate only grinned back at him, before crossing her arms across her chest.
“Well—question away.”
They fired back and forth at each other, Kate flirting with Danny as best she could under the situation, and she could tell the other detective (Flack—was that his name?) was starting to get pissed that Danny was letting her talk to him like that, but she didn’t care. She hadn’t done anything wrong—aside from what she had done wrong in the first place, so she was going to have fun with this, until the US Marshals haul her off anyway.
“Look, Detective, you’re barking up the wrong tree,” Kate smirked. “Unless you’re looking for something else, then I might be able to help you out.”
Danny laughed slightly, before shaking his head, “I think she’s right, Flack. We’re not getting anywhere with her.”
She sighed heavily, “Might have better luck if you talked to Sawyer. The guy was actually his friend. I had just met him.”
“We’ll do that,” Flack said sullenly, giving Danny a look before getting up from his chair.
***
Sawyer looked up at the two detectives with a smirk, before settling back in the chair and crossing her arms in front of his chest, “Well, if it isn’t Detective Pretty Boy and Detective Four-Eyes. My favorites.”
“Glad we could make your day,” Flack said, sitting down and leaning back in the seat again. “How ‘bout you make ours?”
“And how can I do that?” Sawyer asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you boys are expecting, but I don’t really swing that way. Don’t got any porn either. So I don’t know what you could possibly want from little ol’ me.”
Flack rolled his eyes, but Danny smirked slightly, “I don’t think that’s quite what my partner here meant. We’re talking about what you can tell us about where Lizzie Henderson is.”
“Now boys, for information that valuable, I have to know what’s in it for me,” Sawyer replied with a smirk.
“What ‘bout what’s not in it for you?” Flack said, frowning slightly. “Tell us what we want to know, and we won’t let you sit in the Tombs for obstruction of justice.”
“Ah, but for that to stick, you’d have to have evidence that I know something,” Sawyer replied coolly. “Which you don’t.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Danny replied. “But you and your friend, Kate, were standing right in the middle of a crime scene. That’s evidence tampering, and that we can hold you on.”
“Well, how badly do you want to find that little girl, Detectives?” Sawyer sighed, crossing his arms across his chest. “She’s been gone how long? Day and a half? By tomorrow morning, the idea of giving me a deal is going to look pretty damn tempting.”
“What do you have in mind?” Flack asked, rolling his eyes slightly.
“If the girl is where Lonny told me she is, you let me and Freckles go—and it’s like you never saw us.”
“Freckles?” Flack frowned.
“He means Kate,” Danny replied.
“Oh, Austen? You mean the Bonnie to your Clyde,” Flack said, before smirking dangerously. “I don’t think so.”
“You must not want to find this little girl, Detective.”
“Oh, no—I do,” Flack nodded. “And I think I could live with that deal for just you—but Austen ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
“Well, you aren’t getting any deal if she ain’t part of it,” Sawyer replied. “So—if that’s the way things are standing, I don’t think we have anything further to say to each other.”
“Guess not,” Flack replied, before getting up and heading out of the room. Danny sighed for a minute before following him, and pulling Flack aside.
“Why don’t we take him up on it?” Danny asked.
Flack looked at Danny like he had grown two heads. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right?”
“I’m serious, Flack,” Danny replied. “Why is that deal such a bad idea?”
“Because you want to let a dangerous fugitive just walk out of here, Danny,” Flack replied, angry confusion flashing in his eyes. “Is something not working upstairs that makes you think that’s suddenly a good idea?”
“Walk out of here, yes, but she hasn’t hurt anyone since the original crime,” Danny pointed out. “We have a six year-old girl to find—preferably alive—and the deal didn’t say we couldn’t stick her prints back in the system and let the feds know she’s alive.”
“And then the feds show up here, and we get arrested for aiding and abetting.”
“Could always say we didn’t know who she was,” Danny sighed. “She gave us a fake name and ID, didn’t learn who she really was until after we ran her prints. After all, everyone thinks she’s dead, Flack—they have for the past three years. They couldn’t have expected us to recognize her.”
Flack hesitated for a minute, “Something doesn’t sit right with me about this, Danny.”
“We need to find that kid, Flack.”
“I know,” Flack sighed, running a hand over his face. “Alright. We’ll do this. But after we find her, I want her prints kicked into AFIS.”
“You got it,” Danny nodded, ignoring the fidgety feeling in the pit of his stomach as he headed back into the room with Sawyer.
***
Danny walked up to his apartment and froze when he spotted a dark haired woman in a baseball cap sitting at his front door. He took a deep breath, before walking over to her, a teasing smirk on his face. “What happened to your Clyde?”
Kate looked up at him with an easy smile, “Decided to bang another Bonnie for a while.”
Danny grinned, before getting closer as she got to her feet, “So what are you doing here?”
“Didn’t feel like sleeping in a car,” she sighed, moving in closer to him. “And we both know you have a habit of taking me in when I have nowhere else to go.”
“Kate—” he hesitated, feeling her hands slide over his chest. “You really shouldn’t be here—”
“My prints are in the system again, aren’t they?” she said, pulling away from him slightly.
“Yeah,” Danny nodded. “Yeah, they are.”
Kate hesitated for a minute, before moving back in towards him again, “I don’t care.”
“Kate—”
“I’ll be out in the morning,” she sighed, “They’ll never know I was here.” She slid her hand up his chest, fisting the front of his shirt and moving her lips closer to his, “And I’ve been wanting to do this since you picked me up at that crime scene.”
Danny knew that he was screwed, and that there was no way he could get out of this, and while his brain was screaming at him to arrest her there and then, his hands decided they had a mind of her own, sliding around her waist and moving him closer to her. He rested his forehead against hers, backing her towards the door.
“Let me get into my apartment before you kiss me?” he said quietly.
“Lead the way.”
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“Well, if it isn’t Detective Pretty Boy and Detective Four-Eyes. My favorites.”
*snickers* Sawyer and Kate would drive Flack insane. And if Danny didn't know Kate, they'd probably drive him crazy, too.
“What happened to your Clyde?”
Kate looked up at him with an easy smile, “Decided to bang another Bonnie for a while.”
Love that.
I'm thinking this is all going to blow up in their faces in a fairly spectacular fashion. And if Danny, Kate, Sawyer and Stella all wind up in a room together, my head's going to explode.
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Hahaha...who knows. Might happen.
I'm glad you liked it.