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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-05 10:54 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-05 10:54 pm
Danny and Flack - Conned
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Conned
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Danny Messer
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack and Danny go to pick up a suspect.
Author's Note: Written to fullfill a request forspace_monkey_22 who requested a fic with Flack, Danny and a tea kettle, though when she requested it, I don't think this was what she had in mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, all other original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Flack knocked on the door of the apartment and waited for the person inside to answer. They were looking for a suspect, and the only family he had in the city was door they were knocking on.
“Why would he hide with his grandmother?” Danny shook his head, “If I was wanted for double murder, I wouldn’t be hiding with my grandmother.”
“Why?” Flack asked with a smirk, “You’d be too ashamed?”
“No,” he shook his head, “Cuz I know that’d be the first place the cops look.”
“Yeah, well most people who commit double murder aren’t that smart,” Flack replied, as the door swung open. The woman standing behind it was a tiny, wrinkled old woman with a warm smile on her face.
“Can I help you?” she said.
“Ma’am, my name is Detective Flack, this is Detective Messer; we’re from the New York Police Department,” Flack sighed, “We need to ask you—”
“Oh, two detectives from the NYPD come down all the way to see little ol’ me?” She then turned and headed towards her kitchen, “Let me make you all a cup of tea.”
“Ma’am, we really don’t—” Flack began the woman cut him off.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” the woman dismissed him with a wave of her hand, “You two run around the city all day, protecting people like me from gangbangers and other people like that, the least I could do is make you two a cup of tea.”
“Well—thank you,” Danny frowned, before exchanging a look and a shrug with Flack. They both apprehensively followed the woman into the room, and into her kitchen.
“Look, Mrs. Morrison—” Flack tried to begin again, and the woman cut him off again.
“Oh, please dear, call me Ida,” she sighed, patting the man’s arm softly.
“Mrs. Morrison,” he began again, “We were wondering if you—”
“Such a polite boy,” she smiled, “And so handsome too. Your wife must consider you quite a catch.”
“I’m not married,” Flack replied.
“Single?” she frowned, “And so handsome?” She turned and gave Danny a look, “Are you married?”
“No, ma’am,” Danny replied with a smirk, “I’m not.”
“I should introduce you to my two granddaughters,” Ida continued, “Mary and Sherry. They’re twins. Prettiest girls you’ve ever seen.”
“We’re actually more interested in your grandson, Mrs. Morrison,” Flack replied as the woman placed the tea kettle down on the kitchen table, “Have you seen Matt recently?”
“Matt?” the woman looked confused, “I don’t have a grandson named Matt.”
Danny tilt his head to the side, “You don’t have a grandson named Matthew Morrison?”
“Well, no,” she said, shaking her head slightly, “I have one named Michael, and one named Martin, but not one named Matthew. Nope.”
“You sure about that?” Flack replied, and Danny gave his friend a look.
“Detective Flack,” she stated, placing her hands on her hips, “I think I would know if I had a grandson named Matthew. I am beginning to think that—”
There was a bang! from the direction of the living room, and Danny spun to see their suspect running for the door.
“Flack, he’s runnin!’” Danny shouted, taking off after Morrison. Flack moved to do the same when he suddenly found himself smacked on the back with a frying pan.
“RUN MATTIE!!! RUN FROM THOSE FILTHY PIGS!!!”
Flack turned and looked at the woman next to him, and he didn’t even recognize the woman any more, “Mrs. Morrison!”
“Bite me flat foot,” she said, “I hope a gangbanger shoots you down.” He grabbed the woman and spun her around.
“I hate to do this but—”
“Go ahead! Arrest me, asshole. I wouldn’t expect anything else from a man who had a monkey for a mother.”
“—But now I suddenly hate this a lot less,” he replied, “Ida Morrison, you’re under arrest for assaulting an officer. You have the right to remain silent—”
***
“I can’t believe we got conned by a little old lady,” Flack said with a smirk as he and Flack sat in Sullivan’s later.
“I can’t believe you actually cuffed her,” Danny grinned, taking another swig of his beer.
“The woman hit me with a frying pan, Danny,” Flack replied, giving the man an incredulous look.
“Yeah she had to be at least eighty-somethin,’” his friend sighed, “I never thought you would be the type to cuff a little old lady no matter what she did to you.”
Flack stared at the beer in front of him for a second, and Danny frowned watching him for a second. “What did she do?”
“Alright, you know I will put up with a lot from a perp right?”
“Yeah, you do it all the time.”
“And I’ll snark about, but I generally won’t change my—MO.”
“Flack, what’d she say?”
“Danny, just know one thing,” Flack said, leaning back to take a sip of his beer, “Say anything you want about me. But leave my mother the hell out of it.”
“She insulted your mother.”
“She called my mother a monkey.”
Danny stared at the man for a second, before nodding slowly, “Yeah. I woulda cuffed her too.”
Title: Conned
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Danny Messer
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack and Danny go to pick up a suspect.
Author's Note: Written to fullfill a request for
space_monkey_22 who requested a fic with Flack, Danny and a tea kettle, though when she requested it, I don't think this was what she had in mind.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, all other original characters are mine, so please do not borrow them without my permission.
Flack knocked on the door of the apartment and waited for the person inside to answer. They were looking for a suspect, and the only family he had in the city was door they were knocking on.
“Why would he hide with his grandmother?” Danny shook his head, “If I was wanted for double murder, I wouldn’t be hiding with my grandmother.”
“Why?” Flack asked with a smirk, “You’d be too ashamed?”
“No,” he shook his head, “Cuz I know that’d be the first place the cops look.”
“Yeah, well most people who commit double murder aren’t that smart,” Flack replied, as the door swung open. The woman standing behind it was a tiny, wrinkled old woman with a warm smile on her face.
“Can I help you?” she said.
“Ma’am, my name is Detective Flack, this is Detective Messer; we’re from the New York Police Department,” Flack sighed, “We need to ask you—”
“Oh, two detectives from the NYPD come down all the way to see little ol’ me?” She then turned and headed towards her kitchen, “Let me make you all a cup of tea.”
“Ma’am, we really don’t—” Flack began the woman cut him off.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” the woman dismissed him with a wave of her hand, “You two run around the city all day, protecting people like me from gangbangers and other people like that, the least I could do is make you two a cup of tea.”
“Well—thank you,” Danny frowned, before exchanging a look and a shrug with Flack. They both apprehensively followed the woman into the room, and into her kitchen.
“Look, Mrs. Morrison—” Flack tried to begin again, and the woman cut him off again.
“Oh, please dear, call me Ida,” she sighed, patting the man’s arm softly.
“Mrs. Morrison,” he began again, “We were wondering if you—”
“Such a polite boy,” she smiled, “And so handsome too. Your wife must consider you quite a catch.”
“I’m not married,” Flack replied.
“Single?” she frowned, “And so handsome?” She turned and gave Danny a look, “Are you married?”
“No, ma’am,” Danny replied with a smirk, “I’m not.”
“I should introduce you to my two granddaughters,” Ida continued, “Mary and Sherry. They’re twins. Prettiest girls you’ve ever seen.”
“We’re actually more interested in your grandson, Mrs. Morrison,” Flack replied as the woman placed the tea kettle down on the kitchen table, “Have you seen Matt recently?”
“Matt?” the woman looked confused, “I don’t have a grandson named Matt.”
Danny tilt his head to the side, “You don’t have a grandson named Matthew Morrison?”
“Well, no,” she said, shaking her head slightly, “I have one named Michael, and one named Martin, but not one named Matthew. Nope.”
“You sure about that?” Flack replied, and Danny gave his friend a look.
“Detective Flack,” she stated, placing her hands on her hips, “I think I would know if I had a grandson named Matthew. I am beginning to think that—”
There was a bang! from the direction of the living room, and Danny spun to see their suspect running for the door.
“Flack, he’s runnin!’” Danny shouted, taking off after Morrison. Flack moved to do the same when he suddenly found himself smacked on the back with a frying pan.
“RUN MATTIE!!! RUN FROM THOSE FILTHY PIGS!!!”
Flack turned and looked at the woman next to him, and he didn’t even recognize the woman any more, “Mrs. Morrison!”
“Bite me flat foot,” she said, “I hope a gangbanger shoots you down.” He grabbed the woman and spun her around.
“I hate to do this but—”
“Go ahead! Arrest me, asshole. I wouldn’t expect anything else from a man who had a monkey for a mother.”
“—But now I suddenly hate this a lot less,” he replied, “Ida Morrison, you’re under arrest for assaulting an officer. You have the right to remain silent—”
***
“I can’t believe we got conned by a little old lady,” Flack said with a smirk as he and Flack sat in Sullivan’s later.
“I can’t believe you actually cuffed her,” Danny grinned, taking another swig of his beer.
“The woman hit me with a frying pan, Danny,” Flack replied, giving the man an incredulous look.
“Yeah she had to be at least eighty-somethin,’” his friend sighed, “I never thought you would be the type to cuff a little old lady no matter what she did to you.”
Flack stared at the beer in front of him for a second, and Danny frowned watching him for a second. “What did she do?”
“Alright, you know I will put up with a lot from a perp right?”
“Yeah, you do it all the time.”
“And I’ll snark about, but I generally won’t change my—MO.”
“Flack, what’d she say?”
“Danny, just know one thing,” Flack said, leaning back to take a sip of his beer, “Say anything you want about me. But leave my mother the hell out of it.”
“She insulted your mother.”
“She called my mother a monkey.”
Danny stared at the man for a second, before nodding slowly, “Yeah. I woulda cuffed her too.”
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