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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-05 11:43 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-05 11:43 pm
Flack/Lindsay - Firsts
i have changed my mind. again. "Hard Goodbyes" actually will be the first part of the FM series, and then there will be a couple flashback sections, and then back to the end again. it'll be fun. (and i want to write them all right now!)
also, i'm kinda tired, and i think i caught them all, but if i accidently put "Lilly" instead of "Lindsay" please please let me know.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Firsts
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
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fivebyfiction Prompt: Diamonds
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: I can hear the bells / Dontcha hear them chime / Can't you feel my heartbeat / keeping perfect time - "I Can Hear the Bells" from Hairspray
Author's Note: The next in the series "The Sigh of a Faraway Song." Goes back to the beginning of their relationship. Fluffiness abounds. And I know the prompt was diamonds, and there are no actual diamonds mentioned, but I made reference to lots of sparkly things.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
In my life
She has burst like the music of angels
The light of the sun, and my life
Seems to stop as if something is over
And something has scarcely begun
- “In My Life” from Les Misérables
The first time he really saw her was also the first time he saw her smile.
They had passed each other in the halls briefly, but despite the fact that they sometimes had been assigned to the same case, he hadn’t really spoken to her or actually gotten to know her. It wasn’t that he was avoiding her—per say—he just wasn’t taking every opportunity to get become her best friend.
But when he walked into Sullivan’s with Danny that night, and the other man had told him that she was going to be there, he knew he wasn’t going to have a choice but to get to know her. And there wasn’t much he could do about it.
He knew that when it came down to it, it was a matter of trust. You needed to trust the people you worked with to have your back, especially when it was between the CSIs and the regular homicide detectives. That was where trust was most important. They couldn’t focus on the evidence if they were worried about someone coming out of the woodwork and attacking them. They knew that if they could trust the detective to look out for the bad guys, they could focus on more important things.
He saw her sitting at the table with Stella and Hawkes, and it was at that moment that he first started paying attention to Lindsay Monroe. He never considered himself a romantic, but it truly was like a light switch had gone off when he first saw that smile. She lit up the room when she smiled, really smiled, when the sparkle of joy or the jingle of her laugh reached her eyes. She was almost like a diamond in the way she just commanded his attention, and made everything else disappear.
“Why don’t you sit next to Montana, Flack?” Danny suggested, pulling up a spare chair from the side, and sitting at the head of their table, “You two don’t know each other that well yet.”
He did. He didn’t want to look like he was still in high school, all blushing declining to sit next to the pretty girl, but this wasn’t necessarily his best move. Not at the moment. But a few beers and a few laughs down the line, things were starting to loosen up, and they actually started to have a good time. But it was starting to get late, and Lindsay was ready to call it a night.
“I’ll walk you out,” Flack offered.
“Oh, you don’t have to,” Lindsay replied as she got up and wobbled slightly on her feet from the beer. Flack caught her arm, and he gave her a smile.
“Apparently I do,” he stated before walking her to the door, “And I don’t mind. I was on my way out anyway.”
The alcohol in her system was making it harder for Lindsay to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the feeling of Don holding her by the arm and walking her to the door. They hadn’t really worked together much, but she had seen him around, encountered him a few times. And she had the teeniest, tiniest crush on him.
Mostly because he was gorgeous. At this point anyway.
But hanging out with him tonight hadn’t done anything to lessen the force of the butterflies pounding against her stomach. Made them fly twenty times harder was more like it.
Mostly because Don wasn’t like Danny. He didn’t flirt with every woman he came in contact with. He was sweet, and courteous, and he was solid. Her opinion of Danny at this point was that he was rickety at best when it came to holding up his end of an emotional relationship, but Don? Don could handle himself in a relationship. He wasn’t going to flip out and bolt if you started flipping out on him.
And she needed a steady guy. She knew that. But whether or not the man walking with her was interested, she didn’t know. And it was not something she wanted to find out while she was slightly buzzed.
“Alright, Monroe,” he sighed as they got outside, “How ya getting home?”
“I live a couple blocks down,” she sighed, pointing to the left of her, “I was gonna walk.” She was swaying slightly, and he wasn’t about to let her go wandering down the streets of NY alone.
“How far?”
“Bout a block,” she replied, starting to head off in direction, and he jogged slightly to catch up. “You don’t have to walk me home.”
“Very true,” he sighed, “But it’ll make me feel better to know that you made it home alright.”
“Oh really?” she stated, giving him a look.
He nodded, “If anything happens to you on the way home, they can’t yell at me for not attempting to protect you.”
“I don’t need someone to protect me, Flack,” she replied, rolling her eyes.
“Not saying you do. But just in case, it’s nice to know my ass is covered.”
They drifted off into silence, only briefly, before Lindsay found something else to say.
“You have really pretty eyes,” she commented, not knowing where the sudden urge to compliment him hand come from, but since it had happened, she wasn’t going to take it back. It’s not like it wasn’t true. They were gorgeous. She didn’t understand it how sometimes boys got all the gorgeous eyes, and the girls were stuck with drab browns.
“Thank you,” he said, “Yours aren’t so bad yourself.” She felt the blush burning across her cheeks and wondered why all the sudden she felt like she was back in high school again, and the popular pretty boy had just offered to walk her home from school.
Then, again, silence. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was a natural lull, each of them lost in their own thoughts and emotions about the situation, and when they finally arrived at Lindsay’s apartment door, she gave him a smile.
“Thanks for walking me back, Don,” she said, “Need me to call you a cab?”
“Nah,” Don shook his head, “I’m gonna head back in that direction, see if Danny needs me to make sure he gets home.”
“Now, who’s gonna watch your back on the long scary walk back to Sullivan’s?” Lindsay teased, and Flack gave her a smile.
“I’ll be alright,” he grinned, “Nobody cares if I get my ass kicked.”
She gave him a smile, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
It was about a week later when Don actually asked her out for coffee.
also, i'm kinda tired, and i think i caught them all, but if i accidently put "Lilly" instead of "Lindsay" please please let me know.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Firsts
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
fivebyfiction Prompt: DiamondsContent Warning: N/A
Summary: I can hear the bells / Dontcha hear them chime / Can't you feel my heartbeat / keeping perfect time - "I Can Hear the Bells" from Hairspray
Author's Note: The next in the series "The Sigh of a Faraway Song." Goes back to the beginning of their relationship. Fluffiness abounds. And I know the prompt was diamonds, and there are no actual diamonds mentioned, but I made reference to lots of sparkly things.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
In my life
She has burst like the music of angels
The light of the sun, and my life
Seems to stop as if something is over
And something has scarcely begun
- “In My Life” from Les Misérables
The first time he really saw her was also the first time he saw her smile.
They had passed each other in the halls briefly, but despite the fact that they sometimes had been assigned to the same case, he hadn’t really spoken to her or actually gotten to know her. It wasn’t that he was avoiding her—per say—he just wasn’t taking every opportunity to get become her best friend.
But when he walked into Sullivan’s with Danny that night, and the other man had told him that she was going to be there, he knew he wasn’t going to have a choice but to get to know her. And there wasn’t much he could do about it.
He knew that when it came down to it, it was a matter of trust. You needed to trust the people you worked with to have your back, especially when it was between the CSIs and the regular homicide detectives. That was where trust was most important. They couldn’t focus on the evidence if they were worried about someone coming out of the woodwork and attacking them. They knew that if they could trust the detective to look out for the bad guys, they could focus on more important things.
He saw her sitting at the table with Stella and Hawkes, and it was at that moment that he first started paying attention to Lindsay Monroe. He never considered himself a romantic, but it truly was like a light switch had gone off when he first saw that smile. She lit up the room when she smiled, really smiled, when the sparkle of joy or the jingle of her laugh reached her eyes. She was almost like a diamond in the way she just commanded his attention, and made everything else disappear.
“Why don’t you sit next to Montana, Flack?” Danny suggested, pulling up a spare chair from the side, and sitting at the head of their table, “You two don’t know each other that well yet.”
He did. He didn’t want to look like he was still in high school, all blushing declining to sit next to the pretty girl, but this wasn’t necessarily his best move. Not at the moment. But a few beers and a few laughs down the line, things were starting to loosen up, and they actually started to have a good time. But it was starting to get late, and Lindsay was ready to call it a night.
“I’ll walk you out,” Flack offered.
“Oh, you don’t have to,” Lindsay replied as she got up and wobbled slightly on her feet from the beer. Flack caught her arm, and he gave her a smile.
“Apparently I do,” he stated before walking her to the door, “And I don’t mind. I was on my way out anyway.”
The alcohol in her system was making it harder for Lindsay to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the feeling of Don holding her by the arm and walking her to the door. They hadn’t really worked together much, but she had seen him around, encountered him a few times. And she had the teeniest, tiniest crush on him.
Mostly because he was gorgeous. At this point anyway.
But hanging out with him tonight hadn’t done anything to lessen the force of the butterflies pounding against her stomach. Made them fly twenty times harder was more like it.
Mostly because Don wasn’t like Danny. He didn’t flirt with every woman he came in contact with. He was sweet, and courteous, and he was solid. Her opinion of Danny at this point was that he was rickety at best when it came to holding up his end of an emotional relationship, but Don? Don could handle himself in a relationship. He wasn’t going to flip out and bolt if you started flipping out on him.
And she needed a steady guy. She knew that. But whether or not the man walking with her was interested, she didn’t know. And it was not something she wanted to find out while she was slightly buzzed.
“Alright, Monroe,” he sighed as they got outside, “How ya getting home?”
“I live a couple blocks down,” she sighed, pointing to the left of her, “I was gonna walk.” She was swaying slightly, and he wasn’t about to let her go wandering down the streets of NY alone.
“How far?”
“Bout a block,” she replied, starting to head off in direction, and he jogged slightly to catch up. “You don’t have to walk me home.”
“Very true,” he sighed, “But it’ll make me feel better to know that you made it home alright.”
“Oh really?” she stated, giving him a look.
He nodded, “If anything happens to you on the way home, they can’t yell at me for not attempting to protect you.”
“I don’t need someone to protect me, Flack,” she replied, rolling her eyes.
“Not saying you do. But just in case, it’s nice to know my ass is covered.”
They drifted off into silence, only briefly, before Lindsay found something else to say.
“You have really pretty eyes,” she commented, not knowing where the sudden urge to compliment him hand come from, but since it had happened, she wasn’t going to take it back. It’s not like it wasn’t true. They were gorgeous. She didn’t understand it how sometimes boys got all the gorgeous eyes, and the girls were stuck with drab browns.
“Thank you,” he said, “Yours aren’t so bad yourself.” She felt the blush burning across her cheeks and wondered why all the sudden she felt like she was back in high school again, and the popular pretty boy had just offered to walk her home from school.
Then, again, silence. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was a natural lull, each of them lost in their own thoughts and emotions about the situation, and when they finally arrived at Lindsay’s apartment door, she gave him a smile.
“Thanks for walking me back, Don,” she said, “Need me to call you a cab?”
“Nah,” Don shook his head, “I’m gonna head back in that direction, see if Danny needs me to make sure he gets home.”
“Now, who’s gonna watch your back on the long scary walk back to Sullivan’s?” Lindsay teased, and Flack gave her a smile.
“I’ll be alright,” he grinned, “Nobody cares if I get my ass kicked.”
She gave him a smile, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
It was about a week later when Don actually asked her out for coffee.
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