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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-04-02 11:38 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-04-02 11:38 am
Flack/Rossi - The Words to Say
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: The Words to Say
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi, Danny Messer
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csi50 Prompt: 048. Death
fic_variations Prompt: thankful (#2)
Content Warning: Spoilers for the "Hostage" (Conviction) and "Charge of this Post," mild for "Heroes" (CSI:NY)
Summary: The aftermath of a life-and-death situation can sometimes leave you at a loss for words.
Author's Note: This is part of my Tip of the Scale series. A prequel to On my Mind.
For Reference: CSI:NY and Conviction. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask, I don't mind answering.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC.
She was sick of the life-or-death situations they seemed to be getting themselves into lately. They just seemed to keep stacking up one on top of the other, and it looked like there was no relief in sight. The hostage situation at the courthouse had seemed to be the icing on the cake for her. She had thought she was going to die. And then she had Potter confessing to her that he had wanted to ask her out, and that wasn’t helping her think she wasn’t. She just wanted to get out of there, and when she did—she didn’t know what to do with herself.
She was sitting on the edge of an ambulance getting checked out when Flack walked back over to her. His was the first person she had seen when she came out of the courthouse, and somehow she had wound up in his arms. But now the moment had passed, and she started to take him in more. He wasn’t dressed like he was at work. The tie and jacket were gone, he had his sleeves rolled up. Things were—awkward—considering how things had ended between them, and then what had happened when they last seen each other, Jess wasn’t exactly sure what to think.
“Hey,” he began, shifting uncomfortably.
“Hey,” she replied, before the paramedics gave her the OK, and she got up, walking towards him.
“How ya doin’?” he asked.
“Alright,” she nodded, “Skoda’s gonna have a field day with us when the evaluations come around this year.”
He grinned and that seemed to lessen the tension between them a bit, and she relaxed.
“Yeah, well, none of us are going to be a walk in the park,” he replied, “This year was—something else.”
“Too much death,” she nodded, “We just got hit hard this year.”
“Harder than we should have,” he said, starting to shift again. That line of conversation was tapped out, and now he had to find something else.
She could see Jim gesturing for her to come to him, and she hesitated for a minute before turning back to Flack. “Is there anything else you wanted to say, Flack?”
“No, no,” he said, shaking his head slowly, “I just—wanted to make sure you were OK.”
“I appreciate it,” she said with a smile, “I’ll see ya?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “I’ll see ya.”
She started to walk away before turning back to face him again, “You know, we’re all going out for a drink. To celebrate not dying, I guess.”
Flack looked up, and it seemed as though he was looking beyond her, to the group of people that was waiting for her. He shook his head and backed off.
“Nah, that’s alright. I have to get back to work anyway,” he gave her a small smile, “Have fun.”
She nodded, before turning and heading back towards Steele. She couldn’t tell if he was watching her go or not—there were too many eyes on her already. But she had a feeling he was, and that he was kicking himself in the process, because that was what they did. They kicked themselves over things they wouldn’t say, and this go around it was his turn.
And a few weeks later it was hers.
The bombing itself had been all over the news, and all the ADAs were calling to find out exactly which detectives had been caught in the blast. Monroe, Taylor, and Flack was what was what came back, but only Flack had been taken to the hospital. She found herself sitting on pins and needles the entire time he was in surgery, and it wasn’t until Danny came down to talk to her that she really got any information. It was the two of them standing outside the District Attorney’s office, and he was filling her in on what was going on.
“He’s still unconscious, but the doctors are optimistic,” Danny rambled, “Said that he was going to need a lot of physical therapy and stuff, but he should be fine.”
“That’s good,” she nodded, before laughing slightly, “I kinda got scared there for a minute.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Danny grinned, “Flack’s supposed to be immortal, right?”
“Yeah—somethin’ like that,” she nodded, “Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Danny.”
“No problem,” he shook his head, before she tilted her head back towards the subway, and he started to walk with her, “You gonna pop in and see him?” She faltered slightly at that, not sure exactly what to say.
“I dunno,” she shrugged, “Hadn’t really thought about it.”
“I think he’d like to see you—once he wakes up, I mean.”
“I know, it’s just—I not really sure what I’d say,” she said, giving him a concerned look. Danny shrugged as they reached the mouth of the subway, and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I think you’ll find it once you get there.”
Title: The Words to Say
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi, Danny Messer
csi50 Prompt: 048. Deathfic_variations Prompt: thankful (#2)Content Warning: Spoilers for the "Hostage" (Conviction) and "Charge of this Post," mild for "Heroes" (CSI:NY)
Summary: The aftermath of a life-and-death situation can sometimes leave you at a loss for words.
Author's Note: This is part of my Tip of the Scale series. A prequel to On my Mind.
For Reference: CSI:NY and Conviction. If you have a question, don't be afraid to ask, I don't mind answering.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC.
She was sick of the life-or-death situations they seemed to be getting themselves into lately. They just seemed to keep stacking up one on top of the other, and it looked like there was no relief in sight. The hostage situation at the courthouse had seemed to be the icing on the cake for her. She had thought she was going to die. And then she had Potter confessing to her that he had wanted to ask her out, and that wasn’t helping her think she wasn’t. She just wanted to get out of there, and when she did—she didn’t know what to do with herself.
She was sitting on the edge of an ambulance getting checked out when Flack walked back over to her. His was the first person she had seen when she came out of the courthouse, and somehow she had wound up in his arms. But now the moment had passed, and she started to take him in more. He wasn’t dressed like he was at work. The tie and jacket were gone, he had his sleeves rolled up. Things were—awkward—considering how things had ended between them, and then what had happened when they last seen each other, Jess wasn’t exactly sure what to think.
“Hey,” he began, shifting uncomfortably.
“Hey,” she replied, before the paramedics gave her the OK, and she got up, walking towards him.
“How ya doin’?” he asked.
“Alright,” she nodded, “Skoda’s gonna have a field day with us when the evaluations come around this year.”
He grinned and that seemed to lessen the tension between them a bit, and she relaxed.
“Yeah, well, none of us are going to be a walk in the park,” he replied, “This year was—something else.”
“Too much death,” she nodded, “We just got hit hard this year.”
“Harder than we should have,” he said, starting to shift again. That line of conversation was tapped out, and now he had to find something else.
She could see Jim gesturing for her to come to him, and she hesitated for a minute before turning back to Flack. “Is there anything else you wanted to say, Flack?”
“No, no,” he said, shaking his head slowly, “I just—wanted to make sure you were OK.”
“I appreciate it,” she said with a smile, “I’ll see ya?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “I’ll see ya.”
She started to walk away before turning back to face him again, “You know, we’re all going out for a drink. To celebrate not dying, I guess.”
Flack looked up, and it seemed as though he was looking beyond her, to the group of people that was waiting for her. He shook his head and backed off.
“Nah, that’s alright. I have to get back to work anyway,” he gave her a small smile, “Have fun.”
She nodded, before turning and heading back towards Steele. She couldn’t tell if he was watching her go or not—there were too many eyes on her already. But she had a feeling he was, and that he was kicking himself in the process, because that was what they did. They kicked themselves over things they wouldn’t say, and this go around it was his turn.
And a few weeks later it was hers.
The bombing itself had been all over the news, and all the ADAs were calling to find out exactly which detectives had been caught in the blast. Monroe, Taylor, and Flack was what was what came back, but only Flack had been taken to the hospital. She found herself sitting on pins and needles the entire time he was in surgery, and it wasn’t until Danny came down to talk to her that she really got any information. It was the two of them standing outside the District Attorney’s office, and he was filling her in on what was going on.
“He’s still unconscious, but the doctors are optimistic,” Danny rambled, “Said that he was going to need a lot of physical therapy and stuff, but he should be fine.”
“That’s good,” she nodded, before laughing slightly, “I kinda got scared there for a minute.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Danny grinned, “Flack’s supposed to be immortal, right?”
“Yeah—somethin’ like that,” she nodded, “Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Danny.”
“No problem,” he shook his head, before she tilted her head back towards the subway, and he started to walk with her, “You gonna pop in and see him?” She faltered slightly at that, not sure exactly what to say.
“I dunno,” she shrugged, “Hadn’t really thought about it.”
“I think he’d like to see you—once he wakes up, I mean.”
“I know, it’s just—I not really sure what I’d say,” she said, giving him a concerned look. Danny shrugged as they reached the mouth of the subway, and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I think you’ll find it once you get there.”
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