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Flack/Rossi - On My Mind
Fandom: CSI:NY/Conviction
Title: On My Mind
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi
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csi50 Prompt: on my mind
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Charge of this Post," "Hostage"
Summary: Sometimes it isn't about what you deserve.
Author's Note: First piece in my yet to be titled CSI:NY/Conviction crossover series. If you have an idea for a title, let me know! This is also unbearably long. I am sorry. If you need a reference for who the characters are...Jessica Rossi, Christina Finn, and Don Flack.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC.
“I’m goin to see Flack,” Christina Finn said as she poked her head in the door of Jessica Rossi’s office that she shared with Nick Potter, “You know, pop in show him we still care. Wanna come?”
Jess looked up from her work and cringed, “Maybe a little later. I’m knee-deep in this case right now.”
Christina shrugged, “You’re call. I’m sure he’d like to see you though.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jess sighed, “I’ll stop by later in the week. I’ll get him a card or something.”
Jess glanced back up from the paperwork in front of her, and then back up at the clock. Visiting hours at the hospital ended almost three hours ago, but she could weasel her way in, saying she had to interview a witness or something. But she really shouldn’t go see him. It wasn’t like she owed him anything. He was just an ex-boyfriend.
He was just an ex-boyfriend.
It didn’t really matter that almost three weeks ago after being held hostage in a courtroom for hours on end, watching men die in front of her, she burst into tears in his arms, tears of relief that she was alive and she wasn’t hurt, and that Peluso hadn’t managed to get himself killed. He had been as scared as she had been and he just held her there, in front of what had to be half the police department and the SWAT team, but she didn’t care. No one was paying attention to her anyway. Everyone was too busy celebrating the fact that Peluso and Christina had finally gotten off their asses and actually told everyone how they felt. He held her, and whispered comforting words in her ear, and she felt safe. For the first time in the longest time.
I didn’t really matter the about a month before that, he had come to her apartment to keep her from drinking herself to death, and she had inadvertently blurted out to him that she had been screwing around with Jim Steele, who was, not only her boss, but legendary for his emotional detachment and purely sexual relationships. Steele wasn’t good for her at all, and Don knew it. She probably knew it too, but didn’t admit it until he threw it back in her face.
“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.
“You really are a piece of work, Jess,” she muttered to herself, feeling safe enough to do that since there was no one around, “All the times he’s been there for you and you can’t even get off your ass and go see him in the goddamn hospital.” She tried to get back to her paperwork, but her eyes just wandered back up to the clock again. She was beginning to wish Christina had never knocked on her door, because now she was never going to get any work done. Not with Don on the brain. With a sigh of resentment, she flipped the folders on her desk closed and headed out to the door, hoping that the nurse that knew her was on duty, and not the stubborn old bitchy one who wouldn’t want to bed the rules.
***
“You had a pretty eventful day today,” Nurse Tabitha James said as she adjusted the sheets on Don’s bed, and the detective gave her a smirk from where he was sitting in the wheelchair behind her.
“I don’t like what you’re implying with that, Nurse James,” he replied, and she laughed.
“Just commenting,” she sighed, “You told me you didn’t have a girlfriend. Now I see why. If you were tied down, you would have nearly so many pretty girls coming to see you.”
“I still don’t like what you’re implying with that,” he stated, and the woman gave him an knowing smile. Lindsay had been in earlier in the day, before she went in for her shift. Stella had stopped by to chat on her lunch break. The secretary from the DA’s office, Cheryl, stopped by with some flowers from Cabot and to joke with him a bit. Lastly, Christina Finn dropped by to talk, which was nice. He rarely ever saw her outside the courtroom nowadays, and they had always gotten along really well.
“Heard you’re screwing Peluso,” he stated after she poked her head in the door with a hello.
“Actually, Mr. Subtle,” she said, rolling her eyes, “I’m not screwing, Peluso—” He gave her a look, and she gave him a grin, “—yet.”
He grinned at her, “I take it that means that you’re this close.” He held up to fingers and pinched them together, and she rolled her eyes.
“He’s trying being the gentlemen for a change,” she shook her head, “It doesn’t suit him much.” Don smirked, and she continued.
“I asked Jess if she wanted to come with before I came over, but she said no,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed, “Said something about either dropping by later or sending a card.”
“That’s Jess,” Don sighed. He was more surprised by the fact that behavior didn’t shock him. Jess could yank you around a bit when she wanted to, and this was one of those times.
“Yeah,” Christina shrugged, “Just figured she would stop yanking said person around if he was—oh, I don’t know—near fatally injured.”
“Chris, this is Rossi we’re talking about,” Don stated, “She wouldn’t drop that act if her life depended on it.” Christina shrugged again before changing the subject.
“Life’s too short, sweetheart, as I think you’ve realized,” Tabitha continued, “You should pick one of those pretty girls and settle down a bit. Maybe that cute brunette who was in here this morning? You two seemed like you got along pretty well.”
Blue eyes flashed up at her, half-amusement, half-confusion, “You’ve been talking to my mother, haven’t you?”
“Mother trying to marry you off again, Flack?” an amused voice came from the doorway, and his head practically snapped up in surprise. When he met Jess’s eyes from across the room, he turned on a smirk.
“I thought I was just getting a card, Rossi.”
“I figured since you nearly killed yourself, I’d deliver it in person,” she said. Tabitha gave him a look, and he feigned one of innocence, before she helped him back into bed, and left him and Jess alone.
“How ya doin?” she asked, moving in closer to sit on the edge of his bed, and he shrugged.
“About as well as I can be doing under the circumstances,” he replied, “You know—I kinda got blown up.”
“I heard,” Jess nodded, returning his smirk, “Very bad. Very dangerous job you got there.”
“I like danger. I’m a dangerous guy. You should know this, Rossi, you dated me.” He watched her as she laughed, and his smirk turned into a grin.
“Oh yeah,” she nodded, “The first thing I think of when I think Don Flack is definitely danger.” He gave her a grin, and she moved closer to him. “How ya really doin, Donnie?” she sighed, subconsciously taking his hand in his, but he didn’t necessarily pull back.
“It hurts,” he replied, dropping the flirty mask that he had been using since he woke up, “It really hurts.”
She gave him a small smile, taking his hand in both of hers rubbing it softly, “I bet it does.” He glanced down at his hand in hers, and squeezed her hand softly.
“Why’d you come, Jessie?” he asked, confusion clouding his eyes, “I mean, you coulda just sent the card.”
“Don’t think I care, Don?” she frowned.
“No,” he said. He knew she cared. He knew it, yet it always confused him to why she always walked away from him. She always seemed so happy. Why did she walk away? “Just didn’t know you were thinking about me.”
Her face sobered, and she looked down, focusing on his hand, “I’m always thinking about you. I—I just—”
Just what, Jess? He frowned, trying to anticipate the words coming out of her mouth. Doesn’t want to get hurt? Doesn’t want to hurt him? Doesn’t want him?
“—I don’t think I deserve to have this,” she stated. He blinked at her for a second, before pulling her hand towards him, and pressing a kiss to the back of it. She shook her head as though telling him not to, telling him to stay away from her, that she was a disaster waiting to happen, but he didn’t care. He never did.
“Don—I’m a mess,” she protested, “I’m not what you need right now.”
“Did I ask you what I needed?” he asked her, before tilting his head to the side, “Unless you’re trying to tell me something else—”
“I don’t know if I need this right now,” she admitted softly, “I’m not sure I’m in the right place to be in a relationship.”
“So we go slow,” he replied, and she sat up straight, shocked. Usually when she said she didn’t want whatever there was between them, he usually let her go. Gave her the space she said she wanted. Where was he going this?
“You’re not dropping this, are you?” she said, the deer-in-the-headlights look still in her eyes.
“I’ve been dropping it every other time you’ve walked on the door,” he said, “You heard the nurse. Life’s too short, Rossi. You need to stop worrying about what you deserve and do what makes you happy.” She looked up at him for a second, before leaning in and brushing a soft kiss to his lips. His arm slid around her waist holding her too him.
“Miss Rossi?” someone poked their head around Don’s door, and Jess responded without breaking his stare.
“Yeah.”
“My boss is getting ready to make his rounds. You really need to go.”
“Schmoozing the nurse, Rossi?” he smirked, and she gave him a look.
“You’re lucky you’re sitting in a hospital room,” she whispered to him, before responding to the nurse, “Yeah, I’m coming.” She got up and started walking towards the door, and he grabbed her hand again.
“You gonna stop around more often?” he asked, and she nodded, before giving him a shy smile and pulling away from him, walking back towards the door. She turned out the door, and started walking out into the hallway, and the nurse suddenly seemed slightly more hostile.
“Is there a problem?” she asked, and the nurse looked up with a blush.
“I was hoping he was single.”
Title: On My Mind
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Pairing: Don Flack/Jessica Rossi
csi50 Prompt: on my mindContent Warning: Spoilers for "Charge of this Post," "Hostage"
Summary: Sometimes it isn't about what you deserve.
Author's Note: First piece in my yet to be titled CSI:NY/Conviction crossover series. If you have an idea for a title, let me know! This is also unbearably long. I am sorry. If you need a reference for who the characters are...Jessica Rossi, Christina Finn, and Don Flack.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Conviction. They're owned by CBS and NBC.
“I’m goin to see Flack,” Christina Finn said as she poked her head in the door of Jessica Rossi’s office that she shared with Nick Potter, “You know, pop in show him we still care. Wanna come?”
Jess looked up from her work and cringed, “Maybe a little later. I’m knee-deep in this case right now.”
Christina shrugged, “You’re call. I’m sure he’d like to see you though.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jess sighed, “I’ll stop by later in the week. I’ll get him a card or something.”
Jess glanced back up from the paperwork in front of her, and then back up at the clock. Visiting hours at the hospital ended almost three hours ago, but she could weasel her way in, saying she had to interview a witness or something. But she really shouldn’t go see him. It wasn’t like she owed him anything. He was just an ex-boyfriend.
He was just an ex-boyfriend.
It didn’t really matter that almost three weeks ago after being held hostage in a courtroom for hours on end, watching men die in front of her, she burst into tears in his arms, tears of relief that she was alive and she wasn’t hurt, and that Peluso hadn’t managed to get himself killed. He had been as scared as she had been and he just held her there, in front of what had to be half the police department and the SWAT team, but she didn’t care. No one was paying attention to her anyway. Everyone was too busy celebrating the fact that Peluso and Christina had finally gotten off their asses and actually told everyone how they felt. He held her, and whispered comforting words in her ear, and she felt safe. For the first time in the longest time.
I didn’t really matter the about a month before that, he had come to her apartment to keep her from drinking herself to death, and she had inadvertently blurted out to him that she had been screwing around with Jim Steele, who was, not only her boss, but legendary for his emotional detachment and purely sexual relationships. Steele wasn’t good for her at all, and Don knew it. She probably knew it too, but didn’t admit it until he threw it back in her face.
“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.
“You really are a piece of work, Jess,” she muttered to herself, feeling safe enough to do that since there was no one around, “All the times he’s been there for you and you can’t even get off your ass and go see him in the goddamn hospital.” She tried to get back to her paperwork, but her eyes just wandered back up to the clock again. She was beginning to wish Christina had never knocked on her door, because now she was never going to get any work done. Not with Don on the brain. With a sigh of resentment, she flipped the folders on her desk closed and headed out to the door, hoping that the nurse that knew her was on duty, and not the stubborn old bitchy one who wouldn’t want to bed the rules.
***
“You had a pretty eventful day today,” Nurse Tabitha James said as she adjusted the sheets on Don’s bed, and the detective gave her a smirk from where he was sitting in the wheelchair behind her.
“I don’t like what you’re implying with that, Nurse James,” he replied, and she laughed.
“Just commenting,” she sighed, “You told me you didn’t have a girlfriend. Now I see why. If you were tied down, you would have nearly so many pretty girls coming to see you.”
“I still don’t like what you’re implying with that,” he stated, and the woman gave him an knowing smile. Lindsay had been in earlier in the day, before she went in for her shift. Stella had stopped by to chat on her lunch break. The secretary from the DA’s office, Cheryl, stopped by with some flowers from Cabot and to joke with him a bit. Lastly, Christina Finn dropped by to talk, which was nice. He rarely ever saw her outside the courtroom nowadays, and they had always gotten along really well.
“Heard you’re screwing Peluso,” he stated after she poked her head in the door with a hello.
“Actually, Mr. Subtle,” she said, rolling her eyes, “I’m not screwing, Peluso—” He gave her a look, and she gave him a grin, “—yet.”
He grinned at her, “I take it that means that you’re this close.” He held up to fingers and pinched them together, and she rolled her eyes.
“He’s trying being the gentlemen for a change,” she shook her head, “It doesn’t suit him much.” Don smirked, and she continued.
“I asked Jess if she wanted to come with before I came over, but she said no,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed, “Said something about either dropping by later or sending a card.”
“That’s Jess,” Don sighed. He was more surprised by the fact that behavior didn’t shock him. Jess could yank you around a bit when she wanted to, and this was one of those times.
“Yeah,” Christina shrugged, “Just figured she would stop yanking said person around if he was—oh, I don’t know—near fatally injured.”
“Chris, this is Rossi we’re talking about,” Don stated, “She wouldn’t drop that act if her life depended on it.” Christina shrugged again before changing the subject.
“Life’s too short, sweetheart, as I think you’ve realized,” Tabitha continued, “You should pick one of those pretty girls and settle down a bit. Maybe that cute brunette who was in here this morning? You two seemed like you got along pretty well.”
Blue eyes flashed up at her, half-amusement, half-confusion, “You’ve been talking to my mother, haven’t you?”
“Mother trying to marry you off again, Flack?” an amused voice came from the doorway, and his head practically snapped up in surprise. When he met Jess’s eyes from across the room, he turned on a smirk.
“I thought I was just getting a card, Rossi.”
“I figured since you nearly killed yourself, I’d deliver it in person,” she said. Tabitha gave him a look, and he feigned one of innocence, before she helped him back into bed, and left him and Jess alone.
“How ya doin?” she asked, moving in closer to sit on the edge of his bed, and he shrugged.
“About as well as I can be doing under the circumstances,” he replied, “You know—I kinda got blown up.”
“I heard,” Jess nodded, returning his smirk, “Very bad. Very dangerous job you got there.”
“I like danger. I’m a dangerous guy. You should know this, Rossi, you dated me.” He watched her as she laughed, and his smirk turned into a grin.
“Oh yeah,” she nodded, “The first thing I think of when I think Don Flack is definitely danger.” He gave her a grin, and she moved closer to him. “How ya really doin, Donnie?” she sighed, subconsciously taking his hand in his, but he didn’t necessarily pull back.
“It hurts,” he replied, dropping the flirty mask that he had been using since he woke up, “It really hurts.”
She gave him a small smile, taking his hand in both of hers rubbing it softly, “I bet it does.” He glanced down at his hand in hers, and squeezed her hand softly.
“Why’d you come, Jessie?” he asked, confusion clouding his eyes, “I mean, you coulda just sent the card.”
“Don’t think I care, Don?” she frowned.
“No,” he said. He knew she cared. He knew it, yet it always confused him to why she always walked away from him. She always seemed so happy. Why did she walk away? “Just didn’t know you were thinking about me.”
Her face sobered, and she looked down, focusing on his hand, “I’m always thinking about you. I—I just—”
Just what, Jess? He frowned, trying to anticipate the words coming out of her mouth. Doesn’t want to get hurt? Doesn’t want to hurt him? Doesn’t want him?
“—I don’t think I deserve to have this,” she stated. He blinked at her for a second, before pulling her hand towards him, and pressing a kiss to the back of it. She shook her head as though telling him not to, telling him to stay away from her, that she was a disaster waiting to happen, but he didn’t care. He never did.
“Don—I’m a mess,” she protested, “I’m not what you need right now.”
“Did I ask you what I needed?” he asked her, before tilting his head to the side, “Unless you’re trying to tell me something else—”
“I don’t know if I need this right now,” she admitted softly, “I’m not sure I’m in the right place to be in a relationship.”
“So we go slow,” he replied, and she sat up straight, shocked. Usually when she said she didn’t want whatever there was between them, he usually let her go. Gave her the space she said she wanted. Where was he going this?
“You’re not dropping this, are you?” she said, the deer-in-the-headlights look still in her eyes.
“I’ve been dropping it every other time you’ve walked on the door,” he said, “You heard the nurse. Life’s too short, Rossi. You need to stop worrying about what you deserve and do what makes you happy.” She looked up at him for a second, before leaning in and brushing a soft kiss to his lips. His arm slid around her waist holding her too him.
“Miss Rossi?” someone poked their head around Don’s door, and Jess responded without breaking his stare.
“Yeah.”
“My boss is getting ready to make his rounds. You really need to go.”
“Schmoozing the nurse, Rossi?” he smirked, and she gave him a look.
“You’re lucky you’re sitting in a hospital room,” she whispered to him, before responding to the nurse, “Yeah, I’m coming.” She got up and started walking towards the door, and he grabbed her hand again.
“You gonna stop around more often?” he asked, and she nodded, before giving him a shy smile and pulling away from him, walking back towards the door. She turned out the door, and started walking out into the hallway, and the nurse suddenly seemed slightly more hostile.
“Is there a problem?” she asked, and the nurse looked up with a blush.
“I was hoping he was single.”
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You nailed Jess right on! I don't know much about Flack, but he seems to match her really well. And I loved the Chris-Bri comments. That's Brian for you *rolls eyes* I actully pictured the same thing happening after the situation.
More! More! More!
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and yay! i nailed jess. she's one of those characters that i adore, but she makes me nervous because i've never written her before.
and flack is fun. i love writing him. especially when he's being hero!flack.
Re: Hey!!!
yay! i'm being realistic. that makes me happy.