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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-02-24 04:45 pm
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Flack/Rossi - Matter of Equality
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: Matter of Equality
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi
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csi50 Prompt: 014. save me
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Downhill" for Conviction.
Summary: Flack goes to Jess to see if she's alright.
Author's Note: Part of my Tip of the Scale series. This is the bunny that first kind of really inspired me to start writing CSI:NY/Conviction crossovers, and I never actually wrote it.
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.
When she didn’t answer her phone, he went over. Granted it might not have been the brightest thing to do, charging over to his ex-girlfriend’s place on the hunch that something was wrong. He knew that he could be walking into something he really didn’t want to, but he had seen her reaction at the scene.
“Jess?” he frowned, walking over to her, “What are you doing here?”
“That was my client,” she whispered softly, her face a mix of shock and grief.
“What?” he said.
“She was a rape victim. Cabot settled her case and the guy who did it—” her voice trailed off and she shook her head briefly before starting to walk away.
“Hey, Jess—” he started to move after her, but she quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Once he was off call, he tried giving her a call. When she didn’t pick up, he got worried so he started calling everyone else he could think of that she might go to. Christina, Peluso, Danny, anyone—nothing. Finally he got sick of sitting on his ass worrying about her and decided to go over. If he embarrassed himself, no big deal. He just wanted to make sure she was OK.
He knocked quickly on her door, and waited for her to answer it. He could hear her stumbling around inside and the slight clink! of a bottle hitting something, and he shook his head. She was taking this harder than she should have.
She frowned when she opened the door, squinting at the man in front of her, “Don? What are you doing here?”
“You weren’t answering the phone, I wanted to see if you’re OK,” he said, and he watched as she spun around slowly, as if to demonstrate that she was. He closed his eyes and shook his head, “That’s not what I mean, Jess.”
“Everything’s just falling to pieces,” Jess said stumbling back to the chair where she had left her bottle, “Other than that I’m fine.” He watched her as she picked up the bottle again, and took another swig. Whatever this case was, it had caused her to crash and burn more than he had ever really anticipated, and right now he had to do something before she did something stupid.
“What the hell are you doin, Jessie?” he said to her, taking the bottle of scotch out of her hands as he sat on the ataman in front of her, trying to maintain contact with her alcohol blurred eyes, “Why ya doin this to yourself?” His voice was soft and low and soothing, and she could feel the anger at herself and at Cabot melt away somewhat
“I don’t know,” she sighed, feeling the tears start to come to her eyes again. She hated herself right now, and she really didn’t want him there. In fact, this was one moment where she would have preferred it to be Jim instead of him, because Don tended to make her feel better about herself, and that wasn’t what she wanted right now. But he didn’t care, all he did was climb into the chair next to her and hold her close to him, and try to comfort her the best he could. He rubbed her back softly, holding her as the tears came.
“It’s all my fault,” she whispered.
“No it’s not,” he replied.
“Yes it is,” she sighed, burying her head in his shoulder.
***
When Jess woke up the next morning she had the hangover from hell. She remembered nothing past noticing the bottle was almost halfway gone, and then she had been in her armchair, so she wasn’t sure how she got from the chair to her bed. But she guessed it must have been a pretty good sign that she was fully clothed and there wasn’t someone else there with her. But damn if her head wasn’t killing her.
She pulled herself out of bed and stumbled her way to the medicine cabinet to get some aspirin when she heard someone stirring in her apartment. She frowned slightly in confusion before making her way out into the living room. There she spotted Don stretched out on her couch, fast asleep. She tried to remember why he was sleeping on her couch, but the headache she had wasn’t helping matters. Walking over to the couch, she sat down on the side and shook his leg lightly, trying to wake him up. “Don?”
He startled awake slightly, before responding, “Yeah?”
“Why are you sleeping on my couch?” she asked, “Hell, what are you doing in my apartment?”
“Don’t remember?” he said with a smirk as he sat up, and she gave him a look.
“Do not fuck with me, Flack, I am really not in the mood.”
He grinned before responding, “I came over to see how you were doing, because you had looked pretty shaken up at the scene. You were in here drinking yourself to death, so I just stuck around to make sure you were gonna be OK.”
“Oh,” she nodded, “Thanks.”
“What’s goin’ on, Jessie?” he asked, giving her a look, his face serious.
“The vic, yesterday,” Jess sighed running a hand through her hair, “She was my victim for a rape trial. She went to see a masseuse, and he drugged her and raped her. We were doing well, and we were pretty close to getting a conviction on the guy, and he goes to Cabot and tells her he’s got information on a insurance fraud case she’s working. She offers him immunity.”
“So he can’t be tried for the rape case,” Don frowned, and suddenly things started making more sense.
“When I told her, she asked me what she had did wrong,” Jess said, burying her face in her hands briefly, “I tried to tell her that it wasn’t anything she did, it was just the system being the system, but I guess she just—she didn’t understand.” Don moved closer to her, shifting so that he was sitting next to her, rubbing her back, “I mean, how the hell is that equal? Giving a rapist immunity for insurance fraud?”
“It’s not,” he whispered softly, and she looked up at him.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, “Why are you always showing up and trying to save me?”
“Someone’s got to,” he replied.
She gave him a smile, and a quick kiss on the cheek, “You better go. You’re gonna be late.”
“Yeah,” he said glancing down at his watch, “You gonna be OK?”
“I’ll be fine,” she replied, “I just need a shower, and a day to myself and I’ll be OK.”
He nodded, “Call me if you need me.”
“I will,” she nodded. “Thanks for coming over last night, Don. I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”
He dropped a kiss on the top of her head, “You’re not.”
Title: Matter of Equality
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi
csi50 Prompt: 014. save meContent Warning: Spoilers for "Downhill" for Conviction.
Summary: Flack goes to Jess to see if she's alright.
Author's Note: Part of my Tip of the Scale series. This is the bunny that first kind of really inspired me to start writing CSI:NY/Conviction crossovers, and I never actually wrote it.
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.
When she didn’t answer her phone, he went over. Granted it might not have been the brightest thing to do, charging over to his ex-girlfriend’s place on the hunch that something was wrong. He knew that he could be walking into something he really didn’t want to, but he had seen her reaction at the scene.
“Jess?” he frowned, walking over to her, “What are you doing here?”
“That was my client,” she whispered softly, her face a mix of shock and grief.
“What?” he said.
“She was a rape victim. Cabot settled her case and the guy who did it—” her voice trailed off and she shook her head briefly before starting to walk away.
“Hey, Jess—” he started to move after her, but she quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Once he was off call, he tried giving her a call. When she didn’t pick up, he got worried so he started calling everyone else he could think of that she might go to. Christina, Peluso, Danny, anyone—nothing. Finally he got sick of sitting on his ass worrying about her and decided to go over. If he embarrassed himself, no big deal. He just wanted to make sure she was OK.
He knocked quickly on her door, and waited for her to answer it. He could hear her stumbling around inside and the slight clink! of a bottle hitting something, and he shook his head. She was taking this harder than she should have.
She frowned when she opened the door, squinting at the man in front of her, “Don? What are you doing here?”
“You weren’t answering the phone, I wanted to see if you’re OK,” he said, and he watched as she spun around slowly, as if to demonstrate that she was. He closed his eyes and shook his head, “That’s not what I mean, Jess.”
“Everything’s just falling to pieces,” Jess said stumbling back to the chair where she had left her bottle, “Other than that I’m fine.” He watched her as she picked up the bottle again, and took another swig. Whatever this case was, it had caused her to crash and burn more than he had ever really anticipated, and right now he had to do something before she did something stupid.
“What the hell are you doin, Jessie?” he said to her, taking the bottle of scotch out of her hands as he sat on the ataman in front of her, trying to maintain contact with her alcohol blurred eyes, “Why ya doin this to yourself?” His voice was soft and low and soothing, and she could feel the anger at herself and at Cabot melt away somewhat
“I don’t know,” she sighed, feeling the tears start to come to her eyes again. She hated herself right now, and she really didn’t want him there. In fact, this was one moment where she would have preferred it to be Jim instead of him, because Don tended to make her feel better about herself, and that wasn’t what she wanted right now. But he didn’t care, all he did was climb into the chair next to her and hold her close to him, and try to comfort her the best he could. He rubbed her back softly, holding her as the tears came.
“It’s all my fault,” she whispered.
“No it’s not,” he replied.
“Yes it is,” she sighed, burying her head in his shoulder.
***
When Jess woke up the next morning she had the hangover from hell. She remembered nothing past noticing the bottle was almost halfway gone, and then she had been in her armchair, so she wasn’t sure how she got from the chair to her bed. But she guessed it must have been a pretty good sign that she was fully clothed and there wasn’t someone else there with her. But damn if her head wasn’t killing her.
She pulled herself out of bed and stumbled her way to the medicine cabinet to get some aspirin when she heard someone stirring in her apartment. She frowned slightly in confusion before making her way out into the living room. There she spotted Don stretched out on her couch, fast asleep. She tried to remember why he was sleeping on her couch, but the headache she had wasn’t helping matters. Walking over to the couch, she sat down on the side and shook his leg lightly, trying to wake him up. “Don?”
He startled awake slightly, before responding, “Yeah?”
“Why are you sleeping on my couch?” she asked, “Hell, what are you doing in my apartment?”
“Don’t remember?” he said with a smirk as he sat up, and she gave him a look.
“Do not fuck with me, Flack, I am really not in the mood.”
He grinned before responding, “I came over to see how you were doing, because you had looked pretty shaken up at the scene. You were in here drinking yourself to death, so I just stuck around to make sure you were gonna be OK.”
“Oh,” she nodded, “Thanks.”
“What’s goin’ on, Jessie?” he asked, giving her a look, his face serious.
“The vic, yesterday,” Jess sighed running a hand through her hair, “She was my victim for a rape trial. She went to see a masseuse, and he drugged her and raped her. We were doing well, and we were pretty close to getting a conviction on the guy, and he goes to Cabot and tells her he’s got information on a insurance fraud case she’s working. She offers him immunity.”
“So he can’t be tried for the rape case,” Don frowned, and suddenly things started making more sense.
“When I told her, she asked me what she had did wrong,” Jess said, burying her face in her hands briefly, “I tried to tell her that it wasn’t anything she did, it was just the system being the system, but I guess she just—she didn’t understand.” Don moved closer to her, shifting so that he was sitting next to her, rubbing her back, “I mean, how the hell is that equal? Giving a rapist immunity for insurance fraud?”
“It’s not,” he whispered softly, and she looked up at him.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, “Why are you always showing up and trying to save me?”
“Someone’s got to,” he replied.
She gave him a smile, and a quick kiss on the cheek, “You better go. You’re gonna be late.”
“Yeah,” he said glancing down at his watch, “You gonna be OK?”
“I’ll be fine,” she replied, “I just need a shower, and a day to myself and I’ll be OK.”
He nodded, “Call me if you need me.”
“I will,” she nodded. “Thanks for coming over last night, Don. I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”
He dropped a kiss on the top of her head, “You’re not.”
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*pets hero!Flack* You did good, Donnie. You did good.
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i'm glad you liked it.