iluvroadrunner6 | Flack/Stella - What Killed the Cat

Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: What Killed the Cat
Author: Emily (

iluvroadrunner6)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
alphabetasoup Prompt: C is for Curious
Content Warnings: None
Author's Notes: This story takes place pre-season 1. So there's no Mac, no Danny, none of that.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

He’s too young for you.

Stella stole a glance over at the younger cop across the room, watched him as he laughed and joked with the other rookies. She didn’t know what she was thinking. She didn’t need a younger guy. Younger men were trouble. They were immature. They couldn’t handle her. She would eat them for lunch.

But Flack—Flack was slowly becoming an entirely different beast. She would be lying if she said she didn’t think he was a good-looking boy, and they had been working together pretty frequently lately. When she was talking to him, she didn’t feel like she was talking to another jaded rookie who hadn’t seen what the world was really capable of yet. He had something to him. Some kind of grace and poise, for lack of a better expression, that made him seem older than his twenty two years. They were talking on the same level. And it wasn’t his.

You work with him. Actually, he works under you.

That’s true. It wouldn’t look very good for him or her if he was with a superior officer. Between his work ethic and knowledge of the streets, Flack was predicted to move up quickly in ranks, possibly making detective by the time he was thirty. If someone found out he was seeing a superior, that could make things slightly rockier for him, and she didn’t want to do that.

But she figured he didn’t want that for himself either. He wouldn’t want to delay his advancement any more than she would. So he wasn’t about to act on anything, and she knew she should follow his example. But say he did act on whatever it was that was between him. She could count on him to be—discreet, couldn’t she?

You don’t know that.

Never know unless you ask. And who knows, maybe seeing a younger guy would be fun. Definitely more stamina. Every one always said that a younger men were more fun. Yeah, Flack would be fun at least. Maybe not much more than that, but still fun. Might be worth a shot. Might be—

She caught a set of blue eyes locking on hers, and she realized she had been staring at him. He gave her a look, as if saying ‘can I help you?’ and she blinked, shaking her head before looking away. She knew the telltale smirk that was covering his face and the way he was thinking. Because younger or not, all men think the same way when they catch a woman staring at them.

Yeah. She so wants me.

***

“Hey! Bonasera!” she heard his voice following her as she left the precinct. She turned around and saw him catching up with her. He wasn’t wearing his uniform, just a hoodie and a pair of jeans. He must have changed in the locker room before heading out.

“What’s up Flack?” she asked. She liked the more relaxed Flack. It seemed less stiff. But it also did was allow her to push the fact that they worked together to the back of her mind, and entertaining thoughts of what ever this thing was between them became slightly easier.

“Us. There’s something here, isn’t there?” Flack replied, running a hand through his dark hair.

“What do you mean?” Stella sighed. Oh, no. He’s not. Not here.

A shy grin slunk across his face, “Nothing. Never mind. Just me being curious.”

“Not always such a good thing, Flack,” Stella teased.

“I thought good detectives were supposed to be curious,” he replied.

“Well, you know what they say,” Stella sighed, “Curiosity killed the cat.”

She turned and continued to walk away from him, and he shrugged it off, starting to walk towards his car. He turned back, watching her walk away, before shaking his head and climbing into his car.

Women.

He was getting ready to drive away, but he hesitated, pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

“Hey, it’s Flack.—Ha, cute.—I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner some time—”

Flack/Stella - What Killed the Cat

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