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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-08 11:55 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-01-08 11:55 pm
Flack - How Ya Been?
because the other requests were characters i don't really write often, i didn't really try to relate all the vignettes in the other ones. however, since flack owns my brain, and i write him all the time i decided i'd try to connect them.
Fandom: CSI:NY with crossovers with CSI: Miami, and Numb3rs.
Title: How Ya Been?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/various pairings
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five moments where Flack tried to get things back to where they were.
Author's Note: Written fordragonessasmith in response to the Five Pairings Meme. Now, I have claims for four out of five of these pairings. So I'm probably going to wind up writing all of them. So, if you let me know which one was your favorite, I'll write that one first.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami, CSI:NY or Numb3rs. They are owned by CBS or Fox.
Lindsay Monroe
“This isn’t that simple, Don,” Lindsay sighed, walking away from him, continuing to pack, “This isn’t about what I want.”
“Why the hell not?” Don asked, “It’s your life, Lindsay, you shouldn’t be forced to live at the whim of your sister.”
“This isn’t at her whim alright, he needs me.”
“Maybe one of your siblings, who actually lives in Montana could take care of him, did they ever think of that?”
“They have families, and lives—”
“And you don’t have that here?”
Lindsay took a deep breath, before shaking her head, “I can’t deal with this right now.”
“Linds—” Don just stared at her, trying to find the words to say what he wanted to, without scaring her further away.
“Don, I don’t have time for this,” she sighed, obviously annoyed, “Just spit it out what you want to say.” He stared at her, and she could see the anger fading and the resolve weakening.
“Come home,” he sighed, practically a begging tone in his voice.
***
Kaile Maka
What they’d had had been years ago, but he could tell that she was surprised by the way he still knew just how to make her laugh. He still treated her the same way he used to, almost as if they hadn’t left each other, met other people, and hadn’t actually spoken to each other, one on one, in years.
“I have to admit,” he sighed, “I never thought we’d see each other again like this.”
“Neither did I,” she replied, “I figured the next time we would see each other would be at one of our funerals or something.”
“Morbid much, Maka—” he said, using her maiden name without even thinking, then catching himself, “—Harper. Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” she smirked, “I’ve gotten so used to it, I respond to either.”
He gave her a smirk, before turning back to his drink, “Really has been a long time, Kaile.”
“Yeah it has,” she sighed, before reaching forward, and taking him by the arm, “Let’s not have that happen again, huh?”
“I agree,” he nodded, seeing in her eyes that she had missed him, and knowing he felt the same, “I definitely agree.”
***
Megan Reeves
“So—been a while,” he said as Megan sat down across from him at the diner.
“Yes, it has,” she replied, “But this is strictly business, Don.”
“Never said it wasn’t,” Flack replied.
“Oh, no?” Megan frowned.
“Really,” Flack laughed with a smile, “I’m all business.”
“Then why did you invite me to a diner to discuss a case?” Megan frowned.
“I like to eat,” Flack laughed, “C’mon, Megs, you know I like my food.”
He watched her eyes flicker at the nickname. It was gone with a blink but there was no denying that it was there. “Don’t make this personal, Flack,” she said, “Just fill me in on the case.”
“Not a problem,” Flack leaned back, a smirk on his lips, “What do you need to know?”
***
Calleigh Duquesne
“Officer Duquesne,” Flack gave her a smile as she walked over to him, a wide smile on her face. He didn’t expect to be running into her again like this, but he was glad that the circumstances were—slightly better this time around, “I thought Miami might be sending up Lieutenant Caine for the gala.”
“Yes, well, Horatio was planning on attending, but something came up and he asked me to take his place,” she replied, finishing the last of her champagne.
“I’m glad he did,” Flack grinned, “Frankly, you’re much easier on the eyes.”
“You’re lucky I’ve had enough champagne to allow that comment, Detective Flack,” Calleigh grinned.
“I’m not allowed to give you a compliment, Officer?” he said, giving her a confused look.
“It wasn’t the intent behind it, it was the words,” Calleigh said, and then she blinked for a second, “Wait—I meant that it wasn’t the words but the intent behind it.”
“I think you’ve had a bit too much champagne,” Flack replied, taking the glass that she had grabbed from the tray, and placing it back in its place of origin.
“Well, I disagree, Detective, I don’t think I’ve had quite enough.”
“How bout we ditch this, and I buy you a cup of coffee instead?” Flack replied, placing an arm across her waist as she tried to reach for the bubbly beverage again. Calleigh looked at him for a second, before placing her hands on her hips.
“What’s the catch?”
“I have to have it with you,” he replied, “And we have to have an actual conversation.”
Calleigh studied him for a second before nodding her head. “Alright,” she sighed, “I could go for a cup of coffee.”
***
Stella Bonasera
“Hey, Stell.” Stella turned around and gave him a smile as he walked over. It was her first day back since the whole Frankie thing, and he was just checking on her, making sure everything was alright.
“Hey, Flack. How’s it going?”
“I’m alright,” he nodded, “How ‘bout you? How you doin?’”
“I’m good,” she replied. She could see the concern on his face, and wished for a second it would go away. She didn’t want to be treated any differently than anyone else at this point, and while she knew he was worried—she didn’t want it affecting their relationship on the job.
“Really, Flack,” she said, taking his hand, and giving him a look, “I’m good.”
“On the record or off it?” he asked, and she frowned.
“On the record.”
“What about off it?” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
She hesitated for a second before continuing, “Can’t talk about that here, can we?”
“Wanna grab something to eat?” he offered, “Lunch, maybe?”
“I can do that,” she nodded.
“Good. I’ll drive.”
Stella shot a look back over his shoulder, “Yeah. Sure you are."
Fandom: CSI:NY with crossovers with CSI: Miami, and Numb3rs.
Title: How Ya Been?
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/various pairings
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Five moments where Flack tried to get things back to where they were.
Author's Note: Written for
dragonessasmith in response to the Five Pairings Meme. Now, I have claims for four out of five of these pairings. So I'm probably going to wind up writing all of them. So, if you let me know which one was your favorite, I'll write that one first.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: Miami, CSI:NY or Numb3rs. They are owned by CBS or Fox.
Lindsay Monroe
“This isn’t that simple, Don,” Lindsay sighed, walking away from him, continuing to pack, “This isn’t about what I want.”
“Why the hell not?” Don asked, “It’s your life, Lindsay, you shouldn’t be forced to live at the whim of your sister.”
“This isn’t at her whim alright, he needs me.”
“Maybe one of your siblings, who actually lives in Montana could take care of him, did they ever think of that?”
“They have families, and lives—”
“And you don’t have that here?”
Lindsay took a deep breath, before shaking her head, “I can’t deal with this right now.”
“Linds—” Don just stared at her, trying to find the words to say what he wanted to, without scaring her further away.
“Don, I don’t have time for this,” she sighed, obviously annoyed, “Just spit it out what you want to say.” He stared at her, and she could see the anger fading and the resolve weakening.
“Come home,” he sighed, practically a begging tone in his voice.
***
Kaile Maka
What they’d had had been years ago, but he could tell that she was surprised by the way he still knew just how to make her laugh. He still treated her the same way he used to, almost as if they hadn’t left each other, met other people, and hadn’t actually spoken to each other, one on one, in years.
“I have to admit,” he sighed, “I never thought we’d see each other again like this.”
“Neither did I,” she replied, “I figured the next time we would see each other would be at one of our funerals or something.”
“Morbid much, Maka—” he said, using her maiden name without even thinking, then catching himself, “—Harper. Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” she smirked, “I’ve gotten so used to it, I respond to either.”
He gave her a smirk, before turning back to his drink, “Really has been a long time, Kaile.”
“Yeah it has,” she sighed, before reaching forward, and taking him by the arm, “Let’s not have that happen again, huh?”
“I agree,” he nodded, seeing in her eyes that she had missed him, and knowing he felt the same, “I definitely agree.”
***
Megan Reeves
“So—been a while,” he said as Megan sat down across from him at the diner.
“Yes, it has,” she replied, “But this is strictly business, Don.”
“Never said it wasn’t,” Flack replied.
“Oh, no?” Megan frowned.
“Really,” Flack laughed with a smile, “I’m all business.”
“Then why did you invite me to a diner to discuss a case?” Megan frowned.
“I like to eat,” Flack laughed, “C’mon, Megs, you know I like my food.”
He watched her eyes flicker at the nickname. It was gone with a blink but there was no denying that it was there. “Don’t make this personal, Flack,” she said, “Just fill me in on the case.”
“Not a problem,” Flack leaned back, a smirk on his lips, “What do you need to know?”
***
Calleigh Duquesne
“Officer Duquesne,” Flack gave her a smile as she walked over to him, a wide smile on her face. He didn’t expect to be running into her again like this, but he was glad that the circumstances were—slightly better this time around, “I thought Miami might be sending up Lieutenant Caine for the gala.”
“Yes, well, Horatio was planning on attending, but something came up and he asked me to take his place,” she replied, finishing the last of her champagne.
“I’m glad he did,” Flack grinned, “Frankly, you’re much easier on the eyes.”
“You’re lucky I’ve had enough champagne to allow that comment, Detective Flack,” Calleigh grinned.
“I’m not allowed to give you a compliment, Officer?” he said, giving her a confused look.
“It wasn’t the intent behind it, it was the words,” Calleigh said, and then she blinked for a second, “Wait—I meant that it wasn’t the words but the intent behind it.”
“I think you’ve had a bit too much champagne,” Flack replied, taking the glass that she had grabbed from the tray, and placing it back in its place of origin.
“Well, I disagree, Detective, I don’t think I’ve had quite enough.”
“How bout we ditch this, and I buy you a cup of coffee instead?” Flack replied, placing an arm across her waist as she tried to reach for the bubbly beverage again. Calleigh looked at him for a second, before placing her hands on her hips.
“What’s the catch?”
“I have to have it with you,” he replied, “And we have to have an actual conversation.”
Calleigh studied him for a second before nodding her head. “Alright,” she sighed, “I could go for a cup of coffee.”
***
Stella Bonasera
“Hey, Stell.” Stella turned around and gave him a smile as he walked over. It was her first day back since the whole Frankie thing, and he was just checking on her, making sure everything was alright.
“Hey, Flack. How’s it going?”
“I’m alright,” he nodded, “How ‘bout you? How you doin?’”
“I’m good,” she replied. She could see the concern on his face, and wished for a second it would go away. She didn’t want to be treated any differently than anyone else at this point, and while she knew he was worried—she didn’t want it affecting their relationship on the job.
“Really, Flack,” she said, taking his hand, and giving him a look, “I’m good.”
“On the record or off it?” he asked, and she frowned.
“On the record.”
“What about off it?” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
She hesitated for a second before continuing, “Can’t talk about that here, can we?”
“Wanna grab something to eat?” he offered, “Lunch, maybe?”
“I can do that,” she nodded.
“Good. I’ll drive.”
Stella shot a look back over his shoulder, “Yeah. Sure you are."