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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-23 10:13 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-11-23 10:13 pm
Flack/Rossi - Being Right
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: Being Right
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi
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csi50 Prompt: cross a line
fic_variations Prompt: thanks/thankful (#1)
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Heroes," "Charge of this Post," "Hostage"
Summary: Its times like this when no one wants to be right.
Author's Note: Again, don't leave me alone with a bunch of unfinished prompts.
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.
Jess walked right into her apartment and went straight for the alcohol. She hated fighting with Don. And what she especially hated was when it was over something work related. She didn’t understand why the police department and the district attorney’s office fought as much as they did, but it happened. Usually Steele avoided putting her on cases that Flack had worked or was working, but this one she had practically fought tooth and nail for, and wanted to make sure that nothing was going to get in the way of them convicting this guy.
So when she saw Don in the interrogation room, and saw him starting to get more and more pissed off with the guy, she knew she had to stop him before they lost this guy because the confession was coerced. He was probably going to wind up with Riley Toth as a lawyer, and the man was notorious for tearing cops apart on the stand when the method of getting the confession wasn’t exactly kosher. And she didn’t want to see that happening to Don, let alone getting him slapped with a police brutality suit to boot.
So when she told Mac to get him out of there before he did something stupid, she thought she was doing him a favor. He, however, didn’t see it the same way.
“What the hell was that?” he asked her as he caught her coming out of the precinct.
“What the hell was what?” she frowned.
“Now, I know it was you that pulled me out of there before I could get the confession out of the guy,” he growled, “Why?”
“Because you weren’t getting anywhere,” she replied.
“Wasn’t getting anywhere? The guy was this close to cracking!”
“Yeah, well, you were also this close to slamming the guy into the wall, which we don’t need.”
“We don’t need?” he said, “Since when is a confession going to impair your job, Rossi, isn’t that what you guys usually want?”
“Yeah, Flack, but a confession is no good when the arresting officer beats it out of him,” she stated, “That’s grounds to getting it thrown out of court. And his lawyer, when he gets one, is big on police brutality cases. I’m saving your ass a lot of trouble.”
“Saving me trouble? Do you know how that looks when my boss comes in and pulls me out of an interrogation like I’m a little kid?”
“You’re right,” she began sarcastically, “I’m so sorry. I was so caught up in the idea that I didn’t want to lose this case, or have my boyfriend sued for police brutality that I wasn’t thinking about how it felt to his Goddamn pride. How wrong of me, I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t know that I would have done that. I wasn’t even thinking about touching the kid.”
“Maybe not Don, but I know you, and I wasn’t willing to take that risk,” she stated as her cab pulled up to the curb, “This case means too much to me to have us lose a confession and cost us a conviction because you couldn’t keep your temper in check.”
She knew she had hit home on that last bit. She knew it was a low blow, saying that she would rather put the case over her feelings for him, but this was the other half of the reason why she hated fighting with him. Because when she got desperate enough to hit him where she knew it would hurt she would. It was the reason why their relationships had the many bumps it did. Because she knew exactly where to go to hurt him, and if she felt it necessary in a fight, she would do it.
And she hated herself for it. Because he would get that look like he had been slapped in the face, and it would break her heart to know that she had caused it. And right now, that was the image she couldn’t get out of her head, one that she was all too willing to drink away, but as she started to hold the glass to her lips, she couldn’t do it. She needed to fix this. She put down the glass, and shrugged the coat back on her shoulders as she pulled out her cell phone, quickly dialing a number.
***
The cell phone started to buzz and move on the wooden bar in front of him. He picked it up, and started at the blue screen on the outside, telling him who was calling. Jess flashed back at him in bright blue letters, and he put it back down on the bar, with no intention of answering. He knew things had to be talked about, but he didn’t want to do it over the phone and he didn’t want to do it right now. Right now he wanted to get good and drunk, thank you very much, and he thought that she would be back at the apartment doing the same. But if she was calling him, unless it was to drunkenly bitch him out, that wasn’t the case.
Bernie flashed him a compassionate look over the edge of the bar, before pouring him another drink, “Women trouble?”
“Women and job all rolled into one,” he replied, and watched as Bernie changed the single to a double.
“It’s on the house, Don,” he replied, and Don took the glass from him, and raised it to him before he disappeared down the end of the bar. He took a gulp, feeling the hard liquor burn down his throat, before clenching his eyes closed, trying to block out some of the things that had happened that day, but unfortunately it wasn’t her words that were echoing in his head over and over again, but the rough bark of the guy’s defense attorney, who was already threatening him with a police brutality suit, and he hadn’t even touched the kid. Jess had stopped him before he had done that.
He didn’t know how long it was between the last time she had called him and when he finally knew it was her standing behind him, but it was a while at least, and he was slightly more intoxicated.
“I don’t wanna talk bout us,” he slurred.
“I know, babe,” she whispered in his ear as she took his arm, “I’m just here to get you home, OK?”
He didn’t say anything, just watched her as she paid for the drinks, and then let her take him by the arm, and take him outside. He didn’t actually say anything to her until they were back in their apartment, and she was getting him ready to go to bed, taking off his shoes and the like.
“The guy got a lawyer named Henry Wahler,” he said, and Jess looked up in fear, but let him continue, “Said that if Mac hadn’t gotten me out o’ the room—he’d sue me.”
Jess was surprised. Henry Wahler seemed like more than the suspect would be able to afford, but she must have underestimated him. She got him to lie down, and then crawled into bed next to him, letting him curl up next to her.
“You were right, Jessie,” he said, and she shook her head no.
“No, I wasn’t,” she whispered, as he pulled her in closer, burying his head in the crook of her neck.
“Yeah, you—”
“Just because I got something right, doesn’t mean I handled it the right way,” she said, brushing his hair out of his face, “I didn’t mean some of those things I said, Don.”
“I know,” he sighed, before he frowned, “You’re not going to let him sue me, right?”
“He’s not going to get a dime out of you,” Jess replied giving him a soft kiss as she felt him start to drift off to sleep, “He’ll have to deal with me first.”
“Thanks, Jessie,” he murmured softly.
“You don’t have to thank me, Donnie.”
“Yeah, I do,” he said, before finally falling asleep.
Title: Being Right
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi
csi50 Prompt: cross a linefic_variations Prompt: thanks/thankful (#1)Content Warning: Spoilers for "Heroes," "Charge of this Post," "Hostage"
Summary: Its times like this when no one wants to be right.
Author's Note: Again, don't leave me alone with a bunch of unfinished prompts.
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.
Jess walked right into her apartment and went straight for the alcohol. She hated fighting with Don. And what she especially hated was when it was over something work related. She didn’t understand why the police department and the district attorney’s office fought as much as they did, but it happened. Usually Steele avoided putting her on cases that Flack had worked or was working, but this one she had practically fought tooth and nail for, and wanted to make sure that nothing was going to get in the way of them convicting this guy.
So when she saw Don in the interrogation room, and saw him starting to get more and more pissed off with the guy, she knew she had to stop him before they lost this guy because the confession was coerced. He was probably going to wind up with Riley Toth as a lawyer, and the man was notorious for tearing cops apart on the stand when the method of getting the confession wasn’t exactly kosher. And she didn’t want to see that happening to Don, let alone getting him slapped with a police brutality suit to boot.
So when she told Mac to get him out of there before he did something stupid, she thought she was doing him a favor. He, however, didn’t see it the same way.
“What the hell was that?” he asked her as he caught her coming out of the precinct.
“What the hell was what?” she frowned.
“Now, I know it was you that pulled me out of there before I could get the confession out of the guy,” he growled, “Why?”
“Because you weren’t getting anywhere,” she replied.
“Wasn’t getting anywhere? The guy was this close to cracking!”
“Yeah, well, you were also this close to slamming the guy into the wall, which we don’t need.”
“We don’t need?” he said, “Since when is a confession going to impair your job, Rossi, isn’t that what you guys usually want?”
“Yeah, Flack, but a confession is no good when the arresting officer beats it out of him,” she stated, “That’s grounds to getting it thrown out of court. And his lawyer, when he gets one, is big on police brutality cases. I’m saving your ass a lot of trouble.”
“Saving me trouble? Do you know how that looks when my boss comes in and pulls me out of an interrogation like I’m a little kid?”
“You’re right,” she began sarcastically, “I’m so sorry. I was so caught up in the idea that I didn’t want to lose this case, or have my boyfriend sued for police brutality that I wasn’t thinking about how it felt to his Goddamn pride. How wrong of me, I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t know that I would have done that. I wasn’t even thinking about touching the kid.”
“Maybe not Don, but I know you, and I wasn’t willing to take that risk,” she stated as her cab pulled up to the curb, “This case means too much to me to have us lose a confession and cost us a conviction because you couldn’t keep your temper in check.”
She knew she had hit home on that last bit. She knew it was a low blow, saying that she would rather put the case over her feelings for him, but this was the other half of the reason why she hated fighting with him. Because when she got desperate enough to hit him where she knew it would hurt she would. It was the reason why their relationships had the many bumps it did. Because she knew exactly where to go to hurt him, and if she felt it necessary in a fight, she would do it.
And she hated herself for it. Because he would get that look like he had been slapped in the face, and it would break her heart to know that she had caused it. And right now, that was the image she couldn’t get out of her head, one that she was all too willing to drink away, but as she started to hold the glass to her lips, she couldn’t do it. She needed to fix this. She put down the glass, and shrugged the coat back on her shoulders as she pulled out her cell phone, quickly dialing a number.
***
The cell phone started to buzz and move on the wooden bar in front of him. He picked it up, and started at the blue screen on the outside, telling him who was calling. Jess flashed back at him in bright blue letters, and he put it back down on the bar, with no intention of answering. He knew things had to be talked about, but he didn’t want to do it over the phone and he didn’t want to do it right now. Right now he wanted to get good and drunk, thank you very much, and he thought that she would be back at the apartment doing the same. But if she was calling him, unless it was to drunkenly bitch him out, that wasn’t the case.
Bernie flashed him a compassionate look over the edge of the bar, before pouring him another drink, “Women trouble?”
“Women and job all rolled into one,” he replied, and watched as Bernie changed the single to a double.
“It’s on the house, Don,” he replied, and Don took the glass from him, and raised it to him before he disappeared down the end of the bar. He took a gulp, feeling the hard liquor burn down his throat, before clenching his eyes closed, trying to block out some of the things that had happened that day, but unfortunately it wasn’t her words that were echoing in his head over and over again, but the rough bark of the guy’s defense attorney, who was already threatening him with a police brutality suit, and he hadn’t even touched the kid. Jess had stopped him before he had done that.
He didn’t know how long it was between the last time she had called him and when he finally knew it was her standing behind him, but it was a while at least, and he was slightly more intoxicated.
“I don’t wanna talk bout us,” he slurred.
“I know, babe,” she whispered in his ear as she took his arm, “I’m just here to get you home, OK?”
He didn’t say anything, just watched her as she paid for the drinks, and then let her take him by the arm, and take him outside. He didn’t actually say anything to her until they were back in their apartment, and she was getting him ready to go to bed, taking off his shoes and the like.
“The guy got a lawyer named Henry Wahler,” he said, and Jess looked up in fear, but let him continue, “Said that if Mac hadn’t gotten me out o’ the room—he’d sue me.”
Jess was surprised. Henry Wahler seemed like more than the suspect would be able to afford, but she must have underestimated him. She got him to lie down, and then crawled into bed next to him, letting him curl up next to her.
“You were right, Jessie,” he said, and she shook her head no.
“No, I wasn’t,” she whispered, as he pulled her in closer, burying his head in the crook of her neck.
“Yeah, you—”
“Just because I got something right, doesn’t mean I handled it the right way,” she said, brushing his hair out of his face, “I didn’t mean some of those things I said, Don.”
“I know,” he sighed, before he frowned, “You’re not going to let him sue me, right?”
“He’s not going to get a dime out of you,” Jess replied giving him a soft kiss as she felt him start to drift off to sleep, “He’ll have to deal with me first.”
“Thanks, Jessie,” he murmured softly.
“You don’t have to thank me, Donnie.”
“Yeah, I do,” he said, before finally falling asleep.
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