Flack - Like Mortal Kombat

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Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Like Mortal Kombat
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Adam Ross
csi50 Prompt: 049. Writer's Choice - Game
theatrical_muse Prompt: Topic #202
Content Warning: Slightly spoilery for "Down the Rabbit Hole."
Summary: Flack pops in on Adam while he's waiting for Danny.
Author's Note: Ummm--Flack is kind of merciless in this. Or I at least feel like he is. And I don't quite know why.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.



Flack was waiting for Danny to wrap something up so they could go question a potential witness, and while he was waiting, he had spotted the tech in the A/V lab, working on something rather intently. Once he got closer, he realized that the other man was playing the online game that the case had involved not too long ago, and an amused grin stretched across his face.

“Playing around on the job, Ross?”

Adam’s head snapped up in surprise, and he stammered slightly for a minute before responding. “I’m doing research. For the case.”

“Uh-huh. So how does this game work?” Flack asked as he plopped himself down in the chair next to Adam.

Adam gave him a wary look. “It’s—it’s not a game exactly.”

“It’s not?” Flack frowned slightly. “It’s got those computer animated people—like Mortal Kombat.”

Adam raised an eyebrow, giving Flack a ‘You gotta be kidding me’ look. “Seriously, Flack? Mortal Kombat?”

Flack returned the look. “I kicked ass at Mortal Kombat, thank you very much.”

“You need to update your game collection,” Adam smirked.

“Like I have time to sit and play video games,” Flack snorted. “Just answer the question, Ross.”

“Just because it has the CGI graphics does not mean it’s a game.”

“You create a character and there’s some kind of objective, am I right?”

“Well—yes.”

“Then it’s a game.”

“It’s not a game.”

“Ross—it’s a game.”

Adam looked slightly exasperated. “Flack—”

“It’s a game.”

“Fine—it’s a game.”

“Glad we’re on the same page. Now—how do you win?”

“You don’t.”

Flack looked confused. “Then what’s the point of playing?”

“The point is to meet people.”

“Meet people? I can go do that at a bar, whada I need to get a fancy CGY—”

“CG-I.”

“—whatever. What do I need one o’ those for?”

“You know, Flack, not everyone is good at face-to-face interaction,” Adam replied slowly. “Besides—it’s kind of fun.”

Flack shrugged before leaning back in the chair and lacing his fingers behind his head. “I still don’t get it.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Adam muttered under his breath.

“What was that, Ross?”

“Nothing.”

Flack waited for a minute, studying the screen. “Which one are you?”

“Don’t you have better things to do than bug me?” Adam replied. “Like, fight crime or something?”

“I’m waiting for Messer. Are you the guy with the pink hair, or the guy with the dragon head?”

“Neither. You know, I heard someone left ice cream cake in the breakroom.”

“I had some already. C’mon, Ross, which one are you?”

“That’s none of your—” Suddenly a dark-haired woman walked up to one of the characters on the screen, and a voice same through the speakers. Flack couldn’t catch what she had said, but he knew enough to have an idea of what was going on. He sat up a bit and a wide grin stretched across his face.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Adam stammered quickly, reaching over to shut off the speakers.

“You on a cyber date?”

“Psh. What? No. Of course not,” Adam said slowly, giving Flack a look. “Because that would be lame, and stupid, and—oh, God, please go away.”

“What? No, c’mon—I wanna watch the master at work.”

“Flack, I swear—”

“’ey, Flack—you ready to go or what?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” Flack shouted back to Danny, before turning back to Adam. “Have fun on your date.” Flack got about halfway to the door, before Adam spoke up behind him.

“Flack?”

“Yeah, Ross?”

“I hate you.”

Flack gave him a giant grin. “Oh, I know.”