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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-27 11:21 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-08-27 11:21 pm
Flack/Stella - What Makes You Human
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: What Makes You Human
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
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alphabetasoup Prompt: B is for Bitter
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: She hated cases like this. Cases that gave you a bad taste in your mouth, where you knew that the victim deserved what he had coming to him, but murder is murder and you still had to put the guy who killed him away.
Author's Note: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
She hated cases like this. Cases that gave you a bad taste in your mouth, where you knew that the victim deserved what he had coming to him, but murder is murder and you still had to put the guy who killed him away. It was also cases like that that made you wonder why things happened the way they did. What technicality happened that put a disgusting pedophile like Robert Henderson back out on the streets, and why can’t they find the same loophole to help a grieving father of two, his third child the victim of this man’s twisted idea of a good time?
Stella knew it was nothing she had done. She knew it was nothing the lab had done. The technicality was in the court system. Some kind of ploy by his lawyer that the prosecution couldn’t beat down, and they managed to get the case dismissed. The evidence had been solid, but the justice system had still failed. Could Stella really blame him for wanting to take the law into his own hands?
She stared out the window of Don’s apartment, trying to help things come into focus. The rain was running down the windows, making things even more blurry than they already were. Things just weren’t making sense in her head and she couldn’t find a way to make them fit. She didn’t feel like she had done the right thing today and that feeling was even more unsettling than being stuck in a case that seemed to be reaching a dead end.
“Murder is murder, Stella. We can’t just let it go that he took a human life, no matter how much the victim deserved it. If we pardoned ever vigilante that tried to be a hero, it would undermine the justice system itself.”
Mac had tried to be some kind of comfort, but it wasn’t helping much. Didn’t do anything to ease her guilty conscience. She glanced back from the window to the man sleeping in the bed behind her, peacefully, no weight of the world on his mind or his shoulders. She wondered how he could do that, just turn everything off and sleep.
“Hasn’t been working on the force long enough,” O’Reily had said to her once, “Still young enough to see the world in black and white. Christ, I can’t even remember when I was that fresh.”
Maybe some of that black and white point of view was what she needed.
She crawled back into bed, and nudged him slightly, rolling him over onto his back. He let out a small grunt of protest, then felt the warm weight settle above him, straddling his waist. “What?” he murmured, blinking his eyes open at her.
“I wanna talk to you,” she replied. Blue eyes sparkled sleepily as he glanced down at the position they were in, and a grin spread across her face.
“Talk or talk?” he said, giving her a wink. She laughed, before rolling off him onto her side.
“Just talk,” she sighed, and he shifted next to her, propping himself up on his elbow next to her.
“You know the Henderson case?”
“The one you just closed?” Don frowned, “What about it?”
“The guy who did it was the father of one of Henderson’s victims,” she replied, “The courts couldn’t put him away, so he felt he had to take matters into his own hands.”
“You don’t blame him?”
“Frankly, no. The guy was a monster. He sexually abused and murdered this guy’s kid. His kid, Don. Little girl wasn’t more than six years-old.”
“But that’s not why you need to talk about it.” Don replied, not skipping a beat.
“I feel like I’m the bad guy here,” Stella sighed, “Henderson got out last time because of a loophole, and there’s no loophole here to help out this guy.”
“So you feel like you’re the one in the wrong?”
“Yeah.”
“You think that he doesn’t deserve to be arrested.”
“Yeah.”
Don nodded slowly, and Stella could tell he was processing what she was saying, trying to make sense of it. He didn’t speak for a while, and she knew that he was going to say the same thing Mac did. Murder is murder.
“You don’t agree with me,” she said, finally, starting to get frustrated with the silence.
“No,” Don said slowly, deciding to choose his words carefully, “I just don’t agree with him. I would probably want to do the same thing, but I can’t say I’d bring myself to pull the trigger. I sympathize not empathize.”
“But—”
“As for you,” he replied, cutting her off before she could say anything, “By feeling that the vic had it coming, I don’t think it puts you in the wrong.”
“You don’t?” she said, giving him a look.
“Nah,” he shook his head, “I just think it makes you human.”
She gave him a grateful look, and a quick kiss, “Thanks, Don.”
“Anytime,” he grinned, “Sleep now?”
She gave him a smile, and nodded. “Sure,” she whispered, curling up in his arms and closing her eyes, drifting off to a fitful sleep.
Title: What Makes You Human
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
alphabetasoup Prompt: B is for Bitter Content Warning: N/A
Summary: She hated cases like this. Cases that gave you a bad taste in your mouth, where you knew that the victim deserved what he had coming to him, but murder is murder and you still had to put the guy who killed him away.
Author's Note: N/A
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
She hated cases like this. Cases that gave you a bad taste in your mouth, where you knew that the victim deserved what he had coming to him, but murder is murder and you still had to put the guy who killed him away. It was also cases like that that made you wonder why things happened the way they did. What technicality happened that put a disgusting pedophile like Robert Henderson back out on the streets, and why can’t they find the same loophole to help a grieving father of two, his third child the victim of this man’s twisted idea of a good time?
Stella knew it was nothing she had done. She knew it was nothing the lab had done. The technicality was in the court system. Some kind of ploy by his lawyer that the prosecution couldn’t beat down, and they managed to get the case dismissed. The evidence had been solid, but the justice system had still failed. Could Stella really blame him for wanting to take the law into his own hands?
She stared out the window of Don’s apartment, trying to help things come into focus. The rain was running down the windows, making things even more blurry than they already were. Things just weren’t making sense in her head and she couldn’t find a way to make them fit. She didn’t feel like she had done the right thing today and that feeling was even more unsettling than being stuck in a case that seemed to be reaching a dead end.
“Murder is murder, Stella. We can’t just let it go that he took a human life, no matter how much the victim deserved it. If we pardoned ever vigilante that tried to be a hero, it would undermine the justice system itself.”
Mac had tried to be some kind of comfort, but it wasn’t helping much. Didn’t do anything to ease her guilty conscience. She glanced back from the window to the man sleeping in the bed behind her, peacefully, no weight of the world on his mind or his shoulders. She wondered how he could do that, just turn everything off and sleep.
“Hasn’t been working on the force long enough,” O’Reily had said to her once, “Still young enough to see the world in black and white. Christ, I can’t even remember when I was that fresh.”
Maybe some of that black and white point of view was what she needed.
She crawled back into bed, and nudged him slightly, rolling him over onto his back. He let out a small grunt of protest, then felt the warm weight settle above him, straddling his waist. “What?” he murmured, blinking his eyes open at her.
“I wanna talk to you,” she replied. Blue eyes sparkled sleepily as he glanced down at the position they were in, and a grin spread across her face.
“Talk or talk?” he said, giving her a wink. She laughed, before rolling off him onto her side.
“Just talk,” she sighed, and he shifted next to her, propping himself up on his elbow next to her.
“You know the Henderson case?”
“The one you just closed?” Don frowned, “What about it?”
“The guy who did it was the father of one of Henderson’s victims,” she replied, “The courts couldn’t put him away, so he felt he had to take matters into his own hands.”
“You don’t blame him?”
“Frankly, no. The guy was a monster. He sexually abused and murdered this guy’s kid. His kid, Don. Little girl wasn’t more than six years-old.”
“But that’s not why you need to talk about it.” Don replied, not skipping a beat.
“I feel like I’m the bad guy here,” Stella sighed, “Henderson got out last time because of a loophole, and there’s no loophole here to help out this guy.”
“So you feel like you’re the one in the wrong?”
“Yeah.”
“You think that he doesn’t deserve to be arrested.”
“Yeah.”
Don nodded slowly, and Stella could tell he was processing what she was saying, trying to make sense of it. He didn’t speak for a while, and she knew that he was going to say the same thing Mac did. Murder is murder.
“You don’t agree with me,” she said, finally, starting to get frustrated with the silence.
“No,” Don said slowly, deciding to choose his words carefully, “I just don’t agree with him. I would probably want to do the same thing, but I can’t say I’d bring myself to pull the trigger. I sympathize not empathize.”
“But—”
“As for you,” he replied, cutting her off before she could say anything, “By feeling that the vic had it coming, I don’t think it puts you in the wrong.”
“You don’t?” she said, giving him a look.
“Nah,” he shook his head, “I just think it makes you human.”
She gave him a grateful look, and a quick kiss, “Thanks, Don.”
“Anytime,” he grinned, “Sleep now?”
She gave him a smile, and nodded. “Sure,” she whispered, curling up in his arms and closing her eyes, drifting off to a fitful sleep.
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Em...I love you for this...And the rest of them you posted...
*runs off to be a happy shipper girl*
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