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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-08 12:36 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-08 12:36 am
Flack/Lindsay - Wet Paint
Title: Wet Paint
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: N/A
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: The CSI:NY Team: out to stop demonic twelve year olds armed with paintball guns.
Author's Note: I wanted to have some fun. So I wrote this.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, I do own Riley, so please don't steal him.
"Wet Paint"
Both Flack and Danny came in cursing as they stared at the giant spots of blue staining the front of their shirts. Lindsay frowned and turned to Maka, who could do nothing but smirk.
“The paintballers strike again, boys?” she sighed, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. There was a group of kids who made a habit of picking on Danny and Flack on their way to work, and last year, had attacked them with paintball guns. Danny and Flack had immediately challenged them to a paintball war at the local course, where they, and whoever they could sucker in with them, got their asses mercilessly kicked by a bunch of twelve year-olds.
“Damn midgets,” Flack muttered, trying to use a napkin he had found to get the stain out of his shirt, but only making it worse.
“We’re goin at it with them again,” Danny replied, pointing out the door towards the street, “And we need a team. You two in?”
“Was I in the last time they were picking on you, Messer?” Maka replied, giving the man a look, and he returned it with equal ferocity.
“What about you, Montana?” he replied, turning to Lindsay, “You in for a good old-fashioned game of paintball?”
“Christ Almighty, I swear to high heaven,” a tall man muttered, staring down at his shirt, He spotted Danny and Flack sporting similar spots, and frowned, “Are we going to war again? Cuz we need to kill them this time.”
A smirk crossed Lindsay’s face, “How old are you? Thirty something? And you’re picking on a bunch of twelve year-olds?”
The men glanced at the two male detectives, then back to Lindsay, “What’s you’re name, my dear?”
“Lindsay Monroe,” she replied.
“Miss Monroe,” he began, “Lindsay, if I may. These are not your ordinary, run of the mill, twelve year-olds. These are twelve year-old spawns of Satan who get their rocks off by picking on unsuspecting civil servants such as these two fine gentlemen here and myself.”
“You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?” she replied automatically, and he grinned.
“Public defender. Riley Toth,” he shook her hand with a grin before turning back on the schmooze button, “It’s your duty, as a detective of this fair city to defend it from particularly disruptive masses of twelve year-olds before they can cause some real damage.”
Stella walked up to them at this point, and noticed the spots on the three men’s shirts, “Kids get you with the paintball guns again?” she asked with a grin, and gave Riley a nod, “Mr. Toth.”
“Detective Bonasera,” he replied with a smile. Stella rolled her eyes and turned to Lindsay.
“Don’t listen to a word they say. Especially that one,” she nodded towards Riley, “I still don’t know how he talked Aiden into going paintballing with them.” She handed the two women a file as well, “Besides, we have to go follow up on a lead. See you later, boys.” With that, the three women left.
Danny then turned to Riley, “You never did tell us how you talked Aiden into helping us last time.”
“I talked Aiden into a lot of things,” Riley replied with a Cheshire smirk, “Or out of a lot of things if you want to be more accurate, but this particular feat you’ll see in about three seconds.” They waited in silence for a second before a round of screams and demonic child laughter split the air.
Then, all three women came charging back into the precinct, blue stains covering the fronts of their shirts, the wrath of God etched into their faces. Stella was leading the charge and only slowed up briefly only to talk to the three men.
“Those little monsters are going down,” she replied and as the three women disappeared, both Danny and Flack turned to him.
“You probably should have warned them of that,” Flack replied, and Riley nodded.
“True, we probably should have,” Riley replied, giving them a look, “But gentlemen, remember—before we were three, now—we are six.”
As he walked towards one of the interrogation rooms where his client was most likely waiting, Danny looked at Flack, and Flack looked at him.
“Why do we speak to him again?” Flack asked, and Danny shook his head.
“I don’t know,” Danny sighed, “I honestly don’t know.”
“STEELLLAAAA!”
Flack and Lindsay ducked behind one of the large bales of hay scattered across the course, and a giant smile was on her face.
“Would I be considered a bad person if I said that this was way more fun than it should be?”
“Nope. Not at all,” he grinned, finding her enthusiasm catching. They had been at this for a few hours now, and so far they hadn’t lost a person.
They had separated into pairs: Flack and Lindsay, Danny and Maka, Riley and Stella, and had fanned out across the field. The kids were scattered everywhere, and so far, they had managed to pick off a few of the weaker ones, but the kids who were better at this, the real menaces to them, were still in the game.
Lindsay popped up over the bale and shot a couple of rounds at the kids behind them. She head a familiar smack! as some of the balls hit trees, and then a satisfying thud as one of the balls connected with a body.
“Yes!” she laughed, before ducking back down behind the hay as an array of paintballs came flying her way. “OK, how much longer before we abandon ship?”
Flack just watched her for a second. The sparkle in her eyes, the grin on her face. It was that looks she got when she had just found the missing link in a case that had been bothering her for weeks, and her face completely gave her away. And he loved seeing that look.
“Flack?” she asked again, and he snapped out of his stare, before spotting another bale of hay that Riley and Stella had recently abandoned.
“Alright,” he said, pulling her in front of him, “You head out first, I’ll cover you. Wait for the go.” His hand was resting on the small of her back, getting ready to push her out when the coast was clear. She felt her skin start to tingle where he touched her, and she hoped he couldn’t hear the way her stomach started to flip-flop whenever he was around.
“Wait for it,” he whispered in her ear, “Wait for it—go!” Lindsay shot out in front of them, firing in the direction of the children. Flack started to head out behind her, when he spotted one of the kids who had managed to sneak around and had been getting ready to attack them from behind. Flack watched as the kid aimed for Lindsay.
“Lindsay!” he shouted, and she turned. With that he tackled her to the ground, and they both heard the familiar splat! of the paintball hitting something not human.
“Hi,” he said, leaning over her.
“Hi yourself,” she replied. Feeling him pressed up against her like this was not doing anything for her nerves at all, nor his, and they almost completely forgot about what was going on around them. That was until.
Thud. Thudthudthudthudthud. Blue splotches of paint lined Flack’s side and he groaned. He and Lindsay crawled back to safety behind the bale of hay. Riley took out the scout behind them and rushed to their aid while Flack lay on the ground. After all, technically he was dead.
“FLACK’S DOWN!!” he shouted into the bushes, and they all could have sworn they heard the smack! of Danny’s hand hitting his forehead from where they were sitting.
“You gotta be kidding me!”
Stella, shot off a couple in the direction of the children, and started to head over to the other three, when suddenly a pop! went off from a direction she hadn’t expected and a light blue stain was growing across the middle of her coveralls.
Riley rushed to her side, and grabbed her under the arms before lowering her to the ground, them bickering about it the whole way. Then he let loose a yell, akin to only that of Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire.
“STEELLLAAAA!”
Then, he picked up his commorade’s fallen weapon, grabbed his own with the opposite hand, and went running into the field, his words becoming a soundless roar, and the paintballs flying from his gun.
“Little dramatic, that one,” Lindsay commented.
Flack rolled his eyes, “You should see him in court.”
“You OK?” she asked, keeping watch as she talked to him.
“Yeah, I’ll be alright,” he replied with a grin.
“You know, you took a bullet for me,” she teased, “That’s very knight in shining armor of you.”
“I have a soft spot for pretty girls who play paintball,” he smirked and she laughed.
“Well, I appreciate it,” she replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He was hoping for something slightly more, but Lindsay’s attention was quickly drawn back to the game, and she was forced to abandon post, leaving him and Stella to lie on the ground, alone.
“How much longer do we have to lie like this?” she whined.
“Until Riley dies, basically.”
“Dust is a pain in the ass to get out of my hair.”
“It’s OK, Stell. I think you’ll manage—”
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: N/A
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: The CSI:NY Team: out to stop demonic twelve year olds armed with paintball guns.
Author's Note: I wanted to have some fun. So I wrote this.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, I do own Riley, so please don't steal him.
"Wet Paint"
Both Flack and Danny came in cursing as they stared at the giant spots of blue staining the front of their shirts. Lindsay frowned and turned to Maka, who could do nothing but smirk.
“The paintballers strike again, boys?” she sighed, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. There was a group of kids who made a habit of picking on Danny and Flack on their way to work, and last year, had attacked them with paintball guns. Danny and Flack had immediately challenged them to a paintball war at the local course, where they, and whoever they could sucker in with them, got their asses mercilessly kicked by a bunch of twelve year-olds.
“Damn midgets,” Flack muttered, trying to use a napkin he had found to get the stain out of his shirt, but only making it worse.
“We’re goin at it with them again,” Danny replied, pointing out the door towards the street, “And we need a team. You two in?”
“Was I in the last time they were picking on you, Messer?” Maka replied, giving the man a look, and he returned it with equal ferocity.
“What about you, Montana?” he replied, turning to Lindsay, “You in for a good old-fashioned game of paintball?”
“Christ Almighty, I swear to high heaven,” a tall man muttered, staring down at his shirt, He spotted Danny and Flack sporting similar spots, and frowned, “Are we going to war again? Cuz we need to kill them this time.”
A smirk crossed Lindsay’s face, “How old are you? Thirty something? And you’re picking on a bunch of twelve year-olds?”
The men glanced at the two male detectives, then back to Lindsay, “What’s you’re name, my dear?”
“Lindsay Monroe,” she replied.
“Miss Monroe,” he began, “Lindsay, if I may. These are not your ordinary, run of the mill, twelve year-olds. These are twelve year-old spawns of Satan who get their rocks off by picking on unsuspecting civil servants such as these two fine gentlemen here and myself.”
“You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?” she replied automatically, and he grinned.
“Public defender. Riley Toth,” he shook her hand with a grin before turning back on the schmooze button, “It’s your duty, as a detective of this fair city to defend it from particularly disruptive masses of twelve year-olds before they can cause some real damage.”
Stella walked up to them at this point, and noticed the spots on the three men’s shirts, “Kids get you with the paintball guns again?” she asked with a grin, and gave Riley a nod, “Mr. Toth.”
“Detective Bonasera,” he replied with a smile. Stella rolled her eyes and turned to Lindsay.
“Don’t listen to a word they say. Especially that one,” she nodded towards Riley, “I still don’t know how he talked Aiden into going paintballing with them.” She handed the two women a file as well, “Besides, we have to go follow up on a lead. See you later, boys.” With that, the three women left.
Danny then turned to Riley, “You never did tell us how you talked Aiden into helping us last time.”
“I talked Aiden into a lot of things,” Riley replied with a Cheshire smirk, “Or out of a lot of things if you want to be more accurate, but this particular feat you’ll see in about three seconds.” They waited in silence for a second before a round of screams and demonic child laughter split the air.
Then, all three women came charging back into the precinct, blue stains covering the fronts of their shirts, the wrath of God etched into their faces. Stella was leading the charge and only slowed up briefly only to talk to the three men.
“Those little monsters are going down,” she replied and as the three women disappeared, both Danny and Flack turned to him.
“You probably should have warned them of that,” Flack replied, and Riley nodded.
“True, we probably should have,” Riley replied, giving them a look, “But gentlemen, remember—before we were three, now—we are six.”
As he walked towards one of the interrogation rooms where his client was most likely waiting, Danny looked at Flack, and Flack looked at him.
“Why do we speak to him again?” Flack asked, and Danny shook his head.
“I don’t know,” Danny sighed, “I honestly don’t know.”
“STEELLLAAAA!”
Flack and Lindsay ducked behind one of the large bales of hay scattered across the course, and a giant smile was on her face.
“Would I be considered a bad person if I said that this was way more fun than it should be?”
“Nope. Not at all,” he grinned, finding her enthusiasm catching. They had been at this for a few hours now, and so far they hadn’t lost a person.
They had separated into pairs: Flack and Lindsay, Danny and Maka, Riley and Stella, and had fanned out across the field. The kids were scattered everywhere, and so far, they had managed to pick off a few of the weaker ones, but the kids who were better at this, the real menaces to them, were still in the game.
Lindsay popped up over the bale and shot a couple of rounds at the kids behind them. She head a familiar smack! as some of the balls hit trees, and then a satisfying thud as one of the balls connected with a body.
“Yes!” she laughed, before ducking back down behind the hay as an array of paintballs came flying her way. “OK, how much longer before we abandon ship?”
Flack just watched her for a second. The sparkle in her eyes, the grin on her face. It was that looks she got when she had just found the missing link in a case that had been bothering her for weeks, and her face completely gave her away. And he loved seeing that look.
“Flack?” she asked again, and he snapped out of his stare, before spotting another bale of hay that Riley and Stella had recently abandoned.
“Alright,” he said, pulling her in front of him, “You head out first, I’ll cover you. Wait for the go.” His hand was resting on the small of her back, getting ready to push her out when the coast was clear. She felt her skin start to tingle where he touched her, and she hoped he couldn’t hear the way her stomach started to flip-flop whenever he was around.
“Wait for it,” he whispered in her ear, “Wait for it—go!” Lindsay shot out in front of them, firing in the direction of the children. Flack started to head out behind her, when he spotted one of the kids who had managed to sneak around and had been getting ready to attack them from behind. Flack watched as the kid aimed for Lindsay.
“Lindsay!” he shouted, and she turned. With that he tackled her to the ground, and they both heard the familiar splat! of the paintball hitting something not human.
“Hi,” he said, leaning over her.
“Hi yourself,” she replied. Feeling him pressed up against her like this was not doing anything for her nerves at all, nor his, and they almost completely forgot about what was going on around them. That was until.
Thud. Thudthudthudthudthud. Blue splotches of paint lined Flack’s side and he groaned. He and Lindsay crawled back to safety behind the bale of hay. Riley took out the scout behind them and rushed to their aid while Flack lay on the ground. After all, technically he was dead.
“FLACK’S DOWN!!” he shouted into the bushes, and they all could have sworn they heard the smack! of Danny’s hand hitting his forehead from where they were sitting.
“You gotta be kidding me!”
Stella, shot off a couple in the direction of the children, and started to head over to the other three, when suddenly a pop! went off from a direction she hadn’t expected and a light blue stain was growing across the middle of her coveralls.
Riley rushed to her side, and grabbed her under the arms before lowering her to the ground, them bickering about it the whole way. Then he let loose a yell, akin to only that of Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire.
“STEELLLAAAA!”
Then, he picked up his commorade’s fallen weapon, grabbed his own with the opposite hand, and went running into the field, his words becoming a soundless roar, and the paintballs flying from his gun.
“Little dramatic, that one,” Lindsay commented.
Flack rolled his eyes, “You should see him in court.”
“You OK?” she asked, keeping watch as she talked to him.
“Yeah, I’ll be alright,” he replied with a grin.
“You know, you took a bullet for me,” she teased, “That’s very knight in shining armor of you.”
“I have a soft spot for pretty girls who play paintball,” he smirked and she laughed.
“Well, I appreciate it,” she replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He was hoping for something slightly more, but Lindsay’s attention was quickly drawn back to the game, and she was forced to abandon post, leaving him and Stella to lie on the ground, alone.
“How much longer do we have to lie like this?” she whined.
“Until Riley dies, basically.”
“Dust is a pain in the ass to get out of my hair.”
“It’s OK, Stell. I think you’ll manage—”
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Love the start, and the building up of tension you have between Flack and Lindsay. The lawyer seems like a real piece of work though. :)
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i'm glad you liked it.
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It's good to see Riley do something that isn't play Switzerland. ;)
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and riley needed to do something that wasn't play switzerland. he wanted to be ridiculous. so i let him be.
i'm glad you liked it.
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anyway, great job as always.
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i inspire fluttery feelings. that makes me happy.