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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-31 05:11 pm
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Flack/Stella - Rebound Girl
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Rebound Girl
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
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alphabetasoup Prompt: V is for Vexed
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack and Stella run into one of Flack's not so friendly ex-girlfriends.
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Stella Bonasera / Don Flack, Jr. / on the rebound. I just had to write this. That is all.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“Got a hit off the DNA from under the vic’s nails,” Mac said as he met up with Stella in the hallway of the crimelab. They had just gotten the new case, and were going over the evidence they had gotten from the body, and Stella was surprised they had gotten a hit so fast.
“In CODIS?” she asked.
Mac nodded and handed her a file, “Cara Gains. Has a prior for assaulting an officer.” He nodded towards the tall detective at the end of the hallway. “Take Flack and run it down.”
Stella nodded before heading over to the younger detective, “C’mon, we gotta run down a lead.” The man looked up at her and nodded, starting to walk next to her.
“How bout I—”
“I’m driving, Flack,” she said with a smirk, and he gave her a look.
“C’mon Stell,” he frowned.
“When you drive, we don’t get anywhere.”
“When you drive, we starve,” Flack replied with a pout, and Stella gave him a look.
“I drive way there, you drive way back. Deal?” she compromised. Flack didn’t look all that won-over.
“But—”
“Deal?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a smirk, and she turned back to looking where she was going. “So who we trackin down?” he continued, and she handed over the folder. He flipped open the contents and a look of fear crossed his face.
“Uh—Stell?”
“Yeah, Flack?”
“Are you sure this is the right girl?”
“Does DNA lie, Flack?”
“Cuz I’m not so sure I’m the detective that should go with you.”
“Why, Flack?” Stella said with a smirk, “She scare ya?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” Flack nodded, and Stella tried not to laugh at the serious look on his face.
“Flack she’s all of five two, and is barely one hundred pounds,” Stella said, trying to see the logic in this.
“She threw a curling iron and hit an officer in the face.”
“Yeah? She did her time for it.”
“She was aiming for me!” he said, starting to get frustrated.
Stella paused for a second and gave him a skeptical look, “You knew her?”
“I kinda dated her,” he replied, “And when we broke up, she threw a curling iron at my head. But she had the most God awful aim so it wound up hitting my partner at the time in the face.”
Stella smirked again, and she shook her head with a grin, “Sorry, Flack. There’s no way you’re getting out of this one.”
***
Flack knocked slowly on the door of the apartment, and wished that Stella would wipe that damn smirk of her face. It was bad enough he had to interrogate Cara, it was worse that now Stella knew about this, and although he hadn’t gotten into why the two had broken up, he knew that Cara was bound to pick a fight, and it was going to come out eventually. And the reason in the end was slightly embarrassing.
The door swung open, and he tried to pretend like he had no idea that this had happened. Tried to pretend like he had no idea it was her door he had been knocking on, but when it came down to it, Flack was one of the shittiest liars either woman had ever met. Cara stared at him for a second, rolled her eyes, and then slammed the door in his face.
BANG!
“Told you this was a bad idea,” he muttered to Stella, before Stella gave him a look and knocked on the door herself.
“Cara Gains? Open up! NYPD!”
Cara pulled the door open again, and saw the badge Stella was holding up. She then crossed her arm in front of her chest and nodded in Flack’s direction, “That asshole is not setting foot in my apartment.”
Stella glanced at Flack, and then back to the woman, her face straight, but there was clearly amusement in her eyes. “Fine. We’ll talk out here.”
“Sure. I’m the asshole,” he muttered while pretending to fuss with his notebook.
“You think you’re not?” Cara responded, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder, “Who was the one who ended our relationship? Who was the one who wanted to hold me to all these standards, and wouldn’t let me be myself?”
“Standards?” Flack scoffed, “I expect you to have a bit of loyalty, and you think I’m holding you to some ridiculous standard?”
“I was loyal to you, Don,” Cara insisted, “When was I not?”
“When were you not? Our entire relationship was a scam. You used me!”
“Used you?” her voice suddenly dropped and softened, “I loved you.”
Flack’s mouth slacked in disbelief before he actually spoke. “Cara, I came home one night, and caught you in bed with two other men.”
“So, I’m a bit of a free spirit,” she said, “You should have embraced it. Joined us.”
“You were married to one of them.”
He saw Stella’s eyes go wide and flicker from him to the woman in front of her, and back again. The amusement was there to, but there was some shock there as well.
Cara crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Well, obviously he didn’t have a problem with it. What’s wrong with having a little gangbang fun?”
Flack felt sick. He really didn’t want to be here, and he knew what he was about to do was going to look extremely unprofessional, but he knew that if he stood there, he was going to die before he could actually make something sane come out of that woman’s mouth. He turned to Stella and shook his head, “I can’t do this. I’ll be in the car.” He started to walk down the hall, and Cara’s face twisted up into a scowl.
“Goddamnit, you can never finish anything can you?” she shook her head, “You always have to run the fuck—” She had picked up a shoe at some point, and at that moment, she heaved it at the man’s back, “—away, and you expect people not to think you’re some kind of jerk!” The shoe hit the man square in the shoulders, and other than a brief pause when it made contact with his back, he just continued walking until he reached the elevator.
Cara turned back to Stella and gave the woman a sheepish smile, “Heh. I’m in anger management.”
“I can tell.”
Cara shrugged, “Guess that’s all then—” She started to close the door, and Stella stopped it with her hand.
“Oh, nonononono,” she replied, “Your DNA was under the fingernails of a murder victim. We’re not done yet.”
***
Stella returned to the car, and found Flack drumming his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel. He looked extremely uncomfortable, and when he heard the door open, he gave her a small smile, “She check out?”
“She’s got a pretty decent alibi, but I’ve still gotta run it down,” she replied, buckling in.
He nodded, before taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry for leaving you in there like that, Stella. I just knew that if I stayed in there, I was going to do something—”
“Stupid?”
“—yeah. Normally, they don’t get to me, but that one’s just so damn—”
“Infuriating?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” he laughed.
“Why’d you even date her in the first place?” Stella asked, and he smirked.
“She was—adventurous,” he replied, and she laughed. Then it clicked in her head. Most likely, that one was a rebound girl. That was the only other explanation for it. Flack shifted in his seat to start the car, and Stella figured out how to phrase her next question.
“So,” she began, “She the rebound girl from me?” Flack froze. The smirk on Stella’s face was unmistakable. She knew that the relationship had to be fresh in order for Cara to still get to him the way she did, but she just didn’t know how fresh. She was ready to make a comment about how he’d need to do a little better than that in the future, but that’s when she noticed the way his posture had stiffened, and she frowned, “What?”
“You were actually the rebound girl from her,” he replied, and he watched as Stella’s jaw set. He knew he had said the wrong thing, because there was one thing that Stella Bonasera was not and that was a rebound girl. Especially not to someone like that. She turned to face the front of the car again, and he hesitated before he spoke.
“Stella?”
“Just drive the car, Flack,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a smirk. He started the car began to drive away, before he continued, “Least my taste was getting better, right?”
He saw the smile tug at the corner of her mouth and then turned his attention back to the road, and she didn’t have to say anything for him to know that she thought he was right.
Title: Rebound Girl
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing Don Flack/Stella Bonasera
alphabetasoup Prompt: V is for VexedContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack and Stella run into one of Flack's not so friendly ex-girlfriends.
Author's Note: Also used the prompt Stella Bonasera / Don Flack, Jr. / on the rebound. I just had to write this. That is all.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
“Got a hit off the DNA from under the vic’s nails,” Mac said as he met up with Stella in the hallway of the crimelab. They had just gotten the new case, and were going over the evidence they had gotten from the body, and Stella was surprised they had gotten a hit so fast.
“In CODIS?” she asked.
Mac nodded and handed her a file, “Cara Gains. Has a prior for assaulting an officer.” He nodded towards the tall detective at the end of the hallway. “Take Flack and run it down.”
Stella nodded before heading over to the younger detective, “C’mon, we gotta run down a lead.” The man looked up at her and nodded, starting to walk next to her.
“How bout I—”
“I’m driving, Flack,” she said with a smirk, and he gave her a look.
“C’mon Stell,” he frowned.
“When you drive, we don’t get anywhere.”
“When you drive, we starve,” Flack replied with a pout, and Stella gave him a look.
“I drive way there, you drive way back. Deal?” she compromised. Flack didn’t look all that won-over.
“But—”
“Deal?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a smirk, and she turned back to looking where she was going. “So who we trackin down?” he continued, and she handed over the folder. He flipped open the contents and a look of fear crossed his face.
“Uh—Stell?”
“Yeah, Flack?”
“Are you sure this is the right girl?”
“Does DNA lie, Flack?”
“Cuz I’m not so sure I’m the detective that should go with you.”
“Why, Flack?” Stella said with a smirk, “She scare ya?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” Flack nodded, and Stella tried not to laugh at the serious look on his face.
“Flack she’s all of five two, and is barely one hundred pounds,” Stella said, trying to see the logic in this.
“She threw a curling iron and hit an officer in the face.”
“Yeah? She did her time for it.”
“She was aiming for me!” he said, starting to get frustrated.
Stella paused for a second and gave him a skeptical look, “You knew her?”
“I kinda dated her,” he replied, “And when we broke up, she threw a curling iron at my head. But she had the most God awful aim so it wound up hitting my partner at the time in the face.”
Stella smirked again, and she shook her head with a grin, “Sorry, Flack. There’s no way you’re getting out of this one.”
***
Flack knocked slowly on the door of the apartment, and wished that Stella would wipe that damn smirk of her face. It was bad enough he had to interrogate Cara, it was worse that now Stella knew about this, and although he hadn’t gotten into why the two had broken up, he knew that Cara was bound to pick a fight, and it was going to come out eventually. And the reason in the end was slightly embarrassing.
The door swung open, and he tried to pretend like he had no idea that this had happened. Tried to pretend like he had no idea it was her door he had been knocking on, but when it came down to it, Flack was one of the shittiest liars either woman had ever met. Cara stared at him for a second, rolled her eyes, and then slammed the door in his face.
BANG!
“Told you this was a bad idea,” he muttered to Stella, before Stella gave him a look and knocked on the door herself.
“Cara Gains? Open up! NYPD!”
Cara pulled the door open again, and saw the badge Stella was holding up. She then crossed her arm in front of her chest and nodded in Flack’s direction, “That asshole is not setting foot in my apartment.”
Stella glanced at Flack, and then back to the woman, her face straight, but there was clearly amusement in her eyes. “Fine. We’ll talk out here.”
“Sure. I’m the asshole,” he muttered while pretending to fuss with his notebook.
“You think you’re not?” Cara responded, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder, “Who was the one who ended our relationship? Who was the one who wanted to hold me to all these standards, and wouldn’t let me be myself?”
“Standards?” Flack scoffed, “I expect you to have a bit of loyalty, and you think I’m holding you to some ridiculous standard?”
“I was loyal to you, Don,” Cara insisted, “When was I not?”
“When were you not? Our entire relationship was a scam. You used me!”
“Used you?” her voice suddenly dropped and softened, “I loved you.”
Flack’s mouth slacked in disbelief before he actually spoke. “Cara, I came home one night, and caught you in bed with two other men.”
“So, I’m a bit of a free spirit,” she said, “You should have embraced it. Joined us.”
“You were married to one of them.”
He saw Stella’s eyes go wide and flicker from him to the woman in front of her, and back again. The amusement was there to, but there was some shock there as well.
Cara crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Well, obviously he didn’t have a problem with it. What’s wrong with having a little gangbang fun?”
Flack felt sick. He really didn’t want to be here, and he knew what he was about to do was going to look extremely unprofessional, but he knew that if he stood there, he was going to die before he could actually make something sane come out of that woman’s mouth. He turned to Stella and shook his head, “I can’t do this. I’ll be in the car.” He started to walk down the hall, and Cara’s face twisted up into a scowl.
“Goddamnit, you can never finish anything can you?” she shook her head, “You always have to run the fuck—” She had picked up a shoe at some point, and at that moment, she heaved it at the man’s back, “—away, and you expect people not to think you’re some kind of jerk!” The shoe hit the man square in the shoulders, and other than a brief pause when it made contact with his back, he just continued walking until he reached the elevator.
Cara turned back to Stella and gave the woman a sheepish smile, “Heh. I’m in anger management.”
“I can tell.”
Cara shrugged, “Guess that’s all then—” She started to close the door, and Stella stopped it with her hand.
“Oh, nonononono,” she replied, “Your DNA was under the fingernails of a murder victim. We’re not done yet.”
***
Stella returned to the car, and found Flack drumming his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel. He looked extremely uncomfortable, and when he heard the door open, he gave her a small smile, “She check out?”
“She’s got a pretty decent alibi, but I’ve still gotta run it down,” she replied, buckling in.
He nodded, before taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry for leaving you in there like that, Stella. I just knew that if I stayed in there, I was going to do something—”
“Stupid?”
“—yeah. Normally, they don’t get to me, but that one’s just so damn—”
“Infuriating?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” he laughed.
“Why’d you even date her in the first place?” Stella asked, and he smirked.
“She was—adventurous,” he replied, and she laughed. Then it clicked in her head. Most likely, that one was a rebound girl. That was the only other explanation for it. Flack shifted in his seat to start the car, and Stella figured out how to phrase her next question.
“So,” she began, “She the rebound girl from me?” Flack froze. The smirk on Stella’s face was unmistakable. She knew that the relationship had to be fresh in order for Cara to still get to him the way she did, but she just didn’t know how fresh. She was ready to make a comment about how he’d need to do a little better than that in the future, but that’s when she noticed the way his posture had stiffened, and she frowned, “What?”
“You were actually the rebound girl from her,” he replied, and he watched as Stella’s jaw set. He knew he had said the wrong thing, because there was one thing that Stella Bonasera was not and that was a rebound girl. Especially not to someone like that. She turned to face the front of the car again, and he hesitated before he spoke.
“Stella?”
“Just drive the car, Flack,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a smirk. He started the car began to drive away, before he continued, “Least my taste was getting better, right?”
He saw the smile tug at the corner of her mouth and then turned his attention back to the road, and she didn’t have to say anything for him to know that she thought he was right.
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and stella being the rebound...yeah. this one basically wrote itself.
i'm glad you liked it though.