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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-24 09:27 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-24 09:27 pm
Flack/Stella - Chivalry is Dead (1/2)
heeheehee...ok. i wrote the last part of this first, and had been struggling forever with this part, but i love the way this part came out, so i'm not gonna bitch about how long it took.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Chivalry is Dead (1/2)
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
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alphabetasoup Prompt: Q is for Quixotic
fivebyfiction Prompt: Smell
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Is chivalry really dead?
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Stella Bonasera / Don Flack, Jr. / hopless romantic. Again, more fluff. And we all know that under that badass-cop-ness, Flack's a total romantic. At least, I do.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
She had this sneaking suspicion they were from him.
She didn’t know how she was going to prove it, but she knew.
He had always been the romantic type, even though he would never want to admit it, doing little things for you because he knew they would make you smile. The first time he had gotten them for her, they had been together at the time, and he had actually given them to her, to see the way her face lit up when she got them. She had always loved roses, and he hadn’t cut any corners at the time: real flowers, gorgeous flowers, the whole nine yards. And it was the fact that he had taken the time to make the gesture was what she loved so much, because they were both busy people. It showed she had really meant something to him.
That was the first and last time he had given her flowers to her face. After that, she would usually get the flowers in a vase on her desk, with a card wishing her Happy Valentine’s Day. Despite the fact that the card wasn’t signed, she knew who they were from, she didn’t have to guess. And it always made her day just a little brighter.
The only year they didn’t come, was the year after she broke up with him. He stopped, just like she expected him to. After all, who buys roses for an ex-girlfriend on Valentine’s Day. It just isn’t what happens. However, the next year, there they were, sitting on her desk. This time there was no card though.
“I think you have a secret admirer, Stella,” Jane whispered to her with a smile, and Stella couldn’t help but grin back.
“Looks like I do.”
They came twice a year. Valentine’s Day, and her birthday. She didn’t know how he, whoever he was, managed to sneak into her office time after time and leave without her noticing, but they did. That first year, she accused Mac, thinking that he had decided that he should upgrade (although it really wasn’t) from chocolate to flowers. However, when he walked into her office later that night, her suspicions were proved to faulty.
“Pretty flowers, Stella,” he commented, “Who are they from?”
“You mean you don’t know?” she said with a smirk, and he gave her a confused look.
“No. That’s why I’m asking.”
“Aren’t they from you?” she frowned, “For Valentine’s Day?”
Mac shook his head slowly, before handing her a wrapped box, “This is your gift from me. Chocolate. Just like I usually do.”
She glanced back to the flowers as he exited, and once he had cleared the room, she frowned.
“Alright, who are you from?”
Every year after that, the same thing. The vase on her desk, no card, no name, nothing. She had eliminated Danny from the get go, and Hawkes had said no, it wasn’t him, so that only left one other person who would logically be close enough to her to buy her flowers, and be able to get into her office without anybody knowing.
Flack.
She had rejected the idea a few times, because she couldn’t figure out why in the world he would do something like that for her. Usually when a man is trying to win a woman back, he’ll make sure that she knows the romantic gestures were from him, not do them with a degree of anonymity. But he was the only one who made sense. And she had to confront him about it.
“Hey, Flack,” she said, catching up with him as he was walking down the hallway, “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure, Stell,” he replied with a smile, “What can I do for you?”
“I wanted to thank you for the flowers,” she replied. She watched him falter for a second before speaking.
“What flowers?”
“Those gorgeous roses you’ve been leaving on my desk,” she said as they continued to walk.
“Oh, those,” he said with a nod, “Nah, you don’t have to.”
“I also wanted to tell you that don’t have to keep doing that, Flack,” Stella said, her voice low as she walked past them, “I mean, I love them, but—”
“I like to,” Flack cut her off, “I know you like the flowers, and I like giving them to you. That’s all.”
“I really do appreciate it,” she sighed, “But why didn’t you just say they were from you.”
“Didn’t want it to look like I was trying to win you back or something,” he said as they stopped rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably, “I just like doing nice things for ya.”
She gave him a smile as he squirmed under her gaze, and she knew that he had never intended to get caught, he was just going to enjoy watching her with them, and when he saw the smile he relaxed slightly. “Besides,” he said, giving her a grin, “I always loved it when you smelled like roses.” With that he walked away, and she felt the smile on her face grow.
She really hated it when he did that.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Chivalry is Dead (1/2)
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
alphabetasoup Prompt: Q is for Quixotic fivebyfiction Prompt: Smell Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Is chivalry really dead?
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Stella Bonasera / Don Flack, Jr. / hopless romantic. Again, more fluff. And we all know that under that badass-cop-ness, Flack's a total romantic. At least, I do.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
She had this sneaking suspicion they were from him.
She didn’t know how she was going to prove it, but she knew.
He had always been the romantic type, even though he would never want to admit it, doing little things for you because he knew they would make you smile. The first time he had gotten them for her, they had been together at the time, and he had actually given them to her, to see the way her face lit up when she got them. She had always loved roses, and he hadn’t cut any corners at the time: real flowers, gorgeous flowers, the whole nine yards. And it was the fact that he had taken the time to make the gesture was what she loved so much, because they were both busy people. It showed she had really meant something to him.
That was the first and last time he had given her flowers to her face. After that, she would usually get the flowers in a vase on her desk, with a card wishing her Happy Valentine’s Day. Despite the fact that the card wasn’t signed, she knew who they were from, she didn’t have to guess. And it always made her day just a little brighter.
The only year they didn’t come, was the year after she broke up with him. He stopped, just like she expected him to. After all, who buys roses for an ex-girlfriend on Valentine’s Day. It just isn’t what happens. However, the next year, there they were, sitting on her desk. This time there was no card though.
“I think you have a secret admirer, Stella,” Jane whispered to her with a smile, and Stella couldn’t help but grin back.
“Looks like I do.”
They came twice a year. Valentine’s Day, and her birthday. She didn’t know how he, whoever he was, managed to sneak into her office time after time and leave without her noticing, but they did. That first year, she accused Mac, thinking that he had decided that he should upgrade (although it really wasn’t) from chocolate to flowers. However, when he walked into her office later that night, her suspicions were proved to faulty.
“Pretty flowers, Stella,” he commented, “Who are they from?”
“You mean you don’t know?” she said with a smirk, and he gave her a confused look.
“No. That’s why I’m asking.”
“Aren’t they from you?” she frowned, “For Valentine’s Day?”
Mac shook his head slowly, before handing her a wrapped box, “This is your gift from me. Chocolate. Just like I usually do.”
She glanced back to the flowers as he exited, and once he had cleared the room, she frowned.
“Alright, who are you from?”
Every year after that, the same thing. The vase on her desk, no card, no name, nothing. She had eliminated Danny from the get go, and Hawkes had said no, it wasn’t him, so that only left one other person who would logically be close enough to her to buy her flowers, and be able to get into her office without anybody knowing.
Flack.
She had rejected the idea a few times, because she couldn’t figure out why in the world he would do something like that for her. Usually when a man is trying to win a woman back, he’ll make sure that she knows the romantic gestures were from him, not do them with a degree of anonymity. But he was the only one who made sense. And she had to confront him about it.
“Hey, Flack,” she said, catching up with him as he was walking down the hallway, “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure, Stell,” he replied with a smile, “What can I do for you?”
“I wanted to thank you for the flowers,” she replied. She watched him falter for a second before speaking.
“What flowers?”
“Those gorgeous roses you’ve been leaving on my desk,” she said as they continued to walk.
“Oh, those,” he said with a nod, “Nah, you don’t have to.”
“I also wanted to tell you that don’t have to keep doing that, Flack,” Stella said, her voice low as she walked past them, “I mean, I love them, but—”
“I like to,” Flack cut her off, “I know you like the flowers, and I like giving them to you. That’s all.”
“I really do appreciate it,” she sighed, “But why didn’t you just say they were from you.”
“Didn’t want it to look like I was trying to win you back or something,” he said as they stopped rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably, “I just like doing nice things for ya.”
She gave him a smile as he squirmed under her gaze, and she knew that he had never intended to get caught, he was just going to enjoy watching her with them, and when he saw the smile he relaxed slightly. “Besides,” he said, giving her a grin, “I always loved it when you smelled like roses.” With that he walked away, and she felt the smile on her face grow.
She really hated it when he did that.