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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-12 04:06 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-10-12 04:06 pm
Flack/Lindsay - Getting Caught in the Rain
You may think this situation with the trains is not that believeable, but unless you've lived in my head and ridden NJRail, you really have no idea how easily this can happen. *is ditzy* I happen to think that someone from Montana, who's very unfamiliar with the tri-state area public transportation system can very easily get confused. So there.
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Getting Caught In the Rain
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
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fivebyfiction Prompt: Clubs
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: There's some nights you just don't want to relive.
Author's Note: The next in the series "The Sigh of a Faraway Song." Caughtintherain!angstyfluff + missthetrain!angstyfluff - hero!Flack = the beginning of my evening last night. I wished I had a hero!Flack to come save me from the train station of doooooom, but alas, we can't all have what we want.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow
- “Little Fall of Rain” from Les Misérables
Flack was jolted out of his sleep by the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pocket. He had fallen asleep on the couch, and as he rubbed his eyes, he brought the phone to his ears. It was probably dispatch, calling him out to a scene. He heard the soft rumble of the thunder from outside the apartment, and was really beginning to dread the fact that he had to answer his phone.
“Flack.”
“Don, it’s me,” Lindsay’s voice echoed back to him. He could tell something was wrong right off the bat. She sounded scared and upset and that wasn’t a good sign.
“Everything OK, Linds?” he frowned, starting to wake up a little more.
“I really hate to do this to you, but—” she took a deep breath before spitting out the words as quickly as she could, “Can you come get me?”
“Of course I can,” Don replied without even hesitating, “Where are you?”
“Jersey Avenue Station,” she sighed, “I think I’m in New Jersey, but I’m not sure.”
Jersey? How the hell—? He knew she was supposed to go to something in Secaucus, but how the hell did she wind up at Jersey Ave?
“Lindsay,” he said as he pulled on his coat and headed out the door, “How did you end up that far into Jersey?”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I have had such a shitty night, you have no idea.”
“Tell me,” he said, “I got a long drive. Better to be entertained than sitting in the car with silence.”
“How far am I from the city?” she said, suddenly alarmed.
“A good three hours,” he replied. He wanted to hear this story. He really wanted to hear this story.
“Fuck.” The word came out in a low moan, and he could tell that she had really had a long night, “Look, I can’t really tell you right now, I’m on a payphone. I’d take another train back, but there’s none after a certain time, and—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, “I’m on my way, alright? I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, “Do you even know where it is?”
“Yeah, I know how to find it. I’ll see you in a little bit,” he sighed before he hung up the phone.
***
Lindsay was sitting on the bench inside the small booth of a train station, soaked from head to foot. It had been one long night, and what she wanted more than anything right now was to go home with Don, curl up in bed, and go to sleep. She wanted to be dry and warm and safe, but she still had some time to go. How did she let herself get that far from the city? She should have known better. All she could think was that Danny better not hear about this by the time she got into work tomorrow, because she really didn’t feel like listening to him pick on her for it.
She wasn’t even sure how she had gotten here. You’d think that for someone who’d been living in the city for almost a year she could figure out her way around a train station. She was supposed to be attending something in Secaucus for the lab, and when she was done, she was just supposed to get on the train and go back to Penn Station. One stop, no big deal. She was dead tired, and she must have nodded off, and she woke up to the one of the conductors shaking her shoulder to wake her.
“Miss, this is the last stop on the train.”
“Oh, thank you,” she said, getting up and heading towards to door. Penn Station was the last stop heading back into New York as well. But when she stepped off the train into the rain, she realized that this most definitely was not Penn Station. “Excuse me,” she turned back to the man, “Did we pass Penn Station?”
The man gave her a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry, Miss, you’re on the wrong train. You’re heading towards Trenton.”
So she got off the train and figured that there was no reason to panic. Just catch the next train heading north, and she’d be fine. First, she found out there were no trains heading back to New York. Then, she tried to call Don, and frankly, she would rather be on the phone with him while he drove to come get her, but as she was trying to dial the number, her phone died. She then got on the payphone, and found out exactly how far she was from the city, and she was ready to cry.
She felt like shit for having him drive all the way out to where she was to get to her, but she didn’t know how else to get home. She didn’t think she could call a cab to take her all the way back to the city, she didn’t know where the nearest train station was after that, she was wet, she was cold, and she was wishing she never had to get on the damn train to begin with.
She didn’t know how long she had been waiting, but she had to estimate that he was pretty close to midnight when she saw the headlights flash through the station, and she looked up. When she saw him climb out of the car and walk over to her, she felt herself actually start to cry. When he saw how wet she was, a concerned look crossed his face, “Jesus, Linds, you must be freezing.” He shrugged off his coat, and she started to protest, but he sent her a look that told her not to bother, “You need it more than I do.”
She felt the warmth of the coat envelop her, and she reached up to brush the tears from her eyes, “I’m never going to Secaucus again.”
Don tried his best not to laugh at her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Tell me about it in the car. We got a nice drive home.”
“And I have an early shift tomorrow,” she said, suddenly looking much more exhausted, “I’m going to be running on empty.”
“I called Mac and explained the situation,” he replied, making sure she was seated in the passenger’s side before running through the rain to the other side of the car and getting in himself, “He said you can come in for the later shift instead.”
She stared at him for a second, before reaching across the center console and pulling him into a warm, long kiss. When he actually pulled back from her, he frowned.
“What was that for?”
“For coming to get me, and calling Mac, and not making fun of me for winding up lost in New Jersey on what should have been a relatively simple train trip.”
He smirked as he turned his eyes to the road, starting to drive, “Trust me, Linds. I don’t think anyone’s gonna make fun of you. I think all of us have done that at least once in our lifetimes. Even Danny. Though he won’t admit it.”
The ringing of the phone echoed through the car, and Don answered it, before turning it over to Lindsay. “Speak of the devil,” he stated and she rolled her eyes before answering the phone.
“Hello?”
“Montana! Heard you got stuck in Jersey.”
“Messer, I really am not in the mood—”
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Getting Caught In the Rain
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
fivebyfiction Prompt: Clubs Content Warning: N/A
Summary: There's some nights you just don't want to relive.
Author's Note: The next in the series "The Sigh of a Faraway Song." Caughtintherain!angstyfluff + missthetrain!angstyfluff - hero!Flack = the beginning of my evening last night. I wished I had a hero!Flack to come save me from the train station of doooooom, but alas, we can't all have what we want.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS.
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow
- “Little Fall of Rain” from Les Misérables
Flack was jolted out of his sleep by the feeling of his phone vibrating in his pocket. He had fallen asleep on the couch, and as he rubbed his eyes, he brought the phone to his ears. It was probably dispatch, calling him out to a scene. He heard the soft rumble of the thunder from outside the apartment, and was really beginning to dread the fact that he had to answer his phone.
“Flack.”
“Don, it’s me,” Lindsay’s voice echoed back to him. He could tell something was wrong right off the bat. She sounded scared and upset and that wasn’t a good sign.
“Everything OK, Linds?” he frowned, starting to wake up a little more.
“I really hate to do this to you, but—” she took a deep breath before spitting out the words as quickly as she could, “Can you come get me?”
“Of course I can,” Don replied without even hesitating, “Where are you?”
“Jersey Avenue Station,” she sighed, “I think I’m in New Jersey, but I’m not sure.”
Jersey? How the hell—? He knew she was supposed to go to something in Secaucus, but how the hell did she wind up at Jersey Ave?
“Lindsay,” he said as he pulled on his coat and headed out the door, “How did you end up that far into Jersey?”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I have had such a shitty night, you have no idea.”
“Tell me,” he said, “I got a long drive. Better to be entertained than sitting in the car with silence.”
“How far am I from the city?” she said, suddenly alarmed.
“A good three hours,” he replied. He wanted to hear this story. He really wanted to hear this story.
“Fuck.” The word came out in a low moan, and he could tell that she had really had a long night, “Look, I can’t really tell you right now, I’m on a payphone. I’d take another train back, but there’s none after a certain time, and—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, “I’m on my way, alright? I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, “Do you even know where it is?”
“Yeah, I know how to find it. I’ll see you in a little bit,” he sighed before he hung up the phone.
***
Lindsay was sitting on the bench inside the small booth of a train station, soaked from head to foot. It had been one long night, and what she wanted more than anything right now was to go home with Don, curl up in bed, and go to sleep. She wanted to be dry and warm and safe, but she still had some time to go. How did she let herself get that far from the city? She should have known better. All she could think was that Danny better not hear about this by the time she got into work tomorrow, because she really didn’t feel like listening to him pick on her for it.
She wasn’t even sure how she had gotten here. You’d think that for someone who’d been living in the city for almost a year she could figure out her way around a train station. She was supposed to be attending something in Secaucus for the lab, and when she was done, she was just supposed to get on the train and go back to Penn Station. One stop, no big deal. She was dead tired, and she must have nodded off, and she woke up to the one of the conductors shaking her shoulder to wake her.
“Miss, this is the last stop on the train.”
“Oh, thank you,” she said, getting up and heading towards to door. Penn Station was the last stop heading back into New York as well. But when she stepped off the train into the rain, she realized that this most definitely was not Penn Station. “Excuse me,” she turned back to the man, “Did we pass Penn Station?”
The man gave her a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry, Miss, you’re on the wrong train. You’re heading towards Trenton.”
So she got off the train and figured that there was no reason to panic. Just catch the next train heading north, and she’d be fine. First, she found out there were no trains heading back to New York. Then, she tried to call Don, and frankly, she would rather be on the phone with him while he drove to come get her, but as she was trying to dial the number, her phone died. She then got on the payphone, and found out exactly how far she was from the city, and she was ready to cry.
She felt like shit for having him drive all the way out to where she was to get to her, but she didn’t know how else to get home. She didn’t think she could call a cab to take her all the way back to the city, she didn’t know where the nearest train station was after that, she was wet, she was cold, and she was wishing she never had to get on the damn train to begin with.
She didn’t know how long she had been waiting, but she had to estimate that he was pretty close to midnight when she saw the headlights flash through the station, and she looked up. When she saw him climb out of the car and walk over to her, she felt herself actually start to cry. When he saw how wet she was, a concerned look crossed his face, “Jesus, Linds, you must be freezing.” He shrugged off his coat, and she started to protest, but he sent her a look that told her not to bother, “You need it more than I do.”
She felt the warmth of the coat envelop her, and she reached up to brush the tears from her eyes, “I’m never going to Secaucus again.”
Don tried his best not to laugh at her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Tell me about it in the car. We got a nice drive home.”
“And I have an early shift tomorrow,” she said, suddenly looking much more exhausted, “I’m going to be running on empty.”
“I called Mac and explained the situation,” he replied, making sure she was seated in the passenger’s side before running through the rain to the other side of the car and getting in himself, “He said you can come in for the later shift instead.”
She stared at him for a second, before reaching across the center console and pulling him into a warm, long kiss. When he actually pulled back from her, he frowned.
“What was that for?”
“For coming to get me, and calling Mac, and not making fun of me for winding up lost in New Jersey on what should have been a relatively simple train trip.”
He smirked as he turned his eyes to the road, starting to drive, “Trust me, Linds. I don’t think anyone’s gonna make fun of you. I think all of us have done that at least once in our lifetimes. Even Danny. Though he won’t admit it.”
The ringing of the phone echoed through the car, and Don answered it, before turning it over to Lindsay. “Speak of the devil,” he stated and she rolled her eyes before answering the phone.
“Hello?”
“Montana! Heard you got stuck in Jersey.”
“Messer, I really am not in the mood—”
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The Danny bit at the end was great too! Wonderful job.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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i'm glad you liked it.
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