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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-10-24 06:01 pm
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Flack/Angell - Keeping Secrets
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Keeping Secrets
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Angell
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csi50 Prompt: 007. Anger
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack isn't quite sure why she's angry with him, but then again he's not quite sure if he wants to know.
Author's Note: Written fordarkmagic_luvr, who gave me the prompt Flack/Angell -> fight. This was actually kind of fun to write, too.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“You’re pissed at me.”
“I’m not pissed at you.”
She was lying. He could see it in her shoulders. When she lied, her shoulders got tense, like she was straining to hold something together. Then again, she might not be angry at him, she might be tense from something else, but he was pretty sure she was angry with him.
“You’re pissed at me.”
“I’m not—damnit, Flack, can we just drop this?”
He paused for a minute, watching her before glancing back down at the file in front of him. “Fine. Consider it dropped.”
“Thank you.”
She gave him one last smile before wandering back towards the interrogation rooms. Flack waited for a minute, playing the earlier events of the day over in his head. She had been acting strange all day, and he really wanted to know what exactly he did to piss her off. Because he felt that he had been good lately. Very good. Almost exceptional, in fact. And she pissed. He hadn’t even done anything to piss her off and she was pissed. Needless to say, he was very confused. He played with the coffee cup in his hands for a minute, before getting up and following her back. He caught her arm and pulled her back into him, dropping his voice slightly.
“What’s going on?”
“I thought we were dropping this.”
“I’m picking it back up again,” he replied. “Answer the question.”
“I don’t want to do this here,” she said stiffly. Flack looked up for a minute, before opening the door to the nearest empty interrogation room, motioning for her to go inside. She sighed heavily before walking in ahead of him. He followed, shut the door behind him, and flicked the blinds closed so that no one would spy on them. He then turned to face her, giving her a serious look.
“What’s going on, Jess?”
She gritted her teeth slightly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I saw you last night.”
“Saw me where?” he frowned.
“At Sullivan’s.”
“With Messer?”
“With more than just Messer.”
He frowned slightly at that, crossing his arms in front of his chest, mimicking her body language. “What are you trying to say?”
“I know I said I wanted to keep things under wraps, but you don’t have to act that well.”
“You’re really losing me here, Jess.”
“Damnit, Don, do I have to spell it out?”
“Yes. Apparently, I am that dense.”
“I saw you with that girl you were flirting with.”
“I wasn’t flirting with anyone,” he said slowly, trying to keep his voice calm. “We were just having a nice conversation.”
“I’ve been on the opposite end of your flirting. I think I know the difference between that and a nice conversation.”
“I. Wasn’t. Flirting.” He stood up a bit more, starting to glare down at her. “And maybe I wouldn’t be having those conversations to begin with if we could just tell people we’re dating.”
“I’m up for a promotion, Don,” she glared back. “How’s it going to look if they found out I’m screwing a senior detective?”
“That’s all you really think this is?” he said, giving her a look. “Just us fooling around? Sorry—I thought it meant a little more to you than that.”
She blinked for a minute, before shaking her head. “No—no, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then, please, tell me—what did you mean?”
At that, the door to the interrogation room flew open. Both detectives’ heads snapped towards the noise, and a wide-eyed uniform stared back at them, looking fairly uncertain that this was what he was supposed to be doing. His eyes started to dart back and forth between them, and Flack just glowered back at him.
“What?”
The uniform hesitated for a moment, not sure exactly what to say before blurting out. “Detective Taylor needs an interrogation room.”
Flack just stared at him. “And?”
“Well—well, this is a—”
“In the entire precinct,” Flack cut him off, really not in the mood, “this is the only empty interrogation room?”
“Uhh—no?”
“Good answer. Go find another one.”
The uniform nodded before shutting the door quickly. Flack moved towards the table in the middle of the room and slid up onto it, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t keep doing this, Jess.”
“Can’t keep doing what?” Her voice sounded worried, like she thought he was going to be ending things right there.
“This fighting—I shouldn’t have to work this hard.” He watched her as she walked over, sliding up onto the table next to him, and leaning into his shoulder slightly.
“I don’t like it either. But I’m not sure I’m ready to come out of the closet yet.” He raised an eyebrow at her with an amused smirk, and she grinned, adding quickly. “So to speak.”
“I’m not talking about telling the world,” he replied. “Just telling people. Like Stella. Messer, maybe. Hell, Maka even.”
He waited for her to respond, watching her as she processed this, trying to gage her reaction. She didn’t say anything for awhile, looking down at her hands and playing with her fingers.
“The more people who know, the more likely it is that the people who I don’t want to know will know.”
“We keep this a secret, Messer’s going to keep having me play his wingman.”
She sighed heavily. “Fine. We tell Messer. But make sure that he knows that if he says anything, I’ll kick his ass.”
Flack gave her a small smile. “I’ll make that abundantly clear.” He paused for a minute, before looking at her again. “We good now?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, moving over to him and giving him a quick kiss. “We’re good.”
Title: Keeping Secrets
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Angell
csi50 Prompt: 007. AngerContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack isn't quite sure why she's angry with him, but then again he's not quite sure if he wants to know.
Author's Note: Written for
darkmagic_luvr, who gave me the prompt Flack/Angell -> fight. This was actually kind of fun to write, too.Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“You’re pissed at me.”
“I’m not pissed at you.”
She was lying. He could see it in her shoulders. When she lied, her shoulders got tense, like she was straining to hold something together. Then again, she might not be angry at him, she might be tense from something else, but he was pretty sure she was angry with him.
“You’re pissed at me.”
“I’m not—damnit, Flack, can we just drop this?”
He paused for a minute, watching her before glancing back down at the file in front of him. “Fine. Consider it dropped.”
“Thank you.”
She gave him one last smile before wandering back towards the interrogation rooms. Flack waited for a minute, playing the earlier events of the day over in his head. She had been acting strange all day, and he really wanted to know what exactly he did to piss her off. Because he felt that he had been good lately. Very good. Almost exceptional, in fact. And she pissed. He hadn’t even done anything to piss her off and she was pissed. Needless to say, he was very confused. He played with the coffee cup in his hands for a minute, before getting up and following her back. He caught her arm and pulled her back into him, dropping his voice slightly.
“What’s going on?”
“I thought we were dropping this.”
“I’m picking it back up again,” he replied. “Answer the question.”
“I don’t want to do this here,” she said stiffly. Flack looked up for a minute, before opening the door to the nearest empty interrogation room, motioning for her to go inside. She sighed heavily before walking in ahead of him. He followed, shut the door behind him, and flicked the blinds closed so that no one would spy on them. He then turned to face her, giving her a serious look.
“What’s going on, Jess?”
She gritted her teeth slightly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I saw you last night.”
“Saw me where?” he frowned.
“At Sullivan’s.”
“With Messer?”
“With more than just Messer.”
He frowned slightly at that, crossing his arms in front of his chest, mimicking her body language. “What are you trying to say?”
“I know I said I wanted to keep things under wraps, but you don’t have to act that well.”
“You’re really losing me here, Jess.”
“Damnit, Don, do I have to spell it out?”
“Yes. Apparently, I am that dense.”
“I saw you with that girl you were flirting with.”
“I wasn’t flirting with anyone,” he said slowly, trying to keep his voice calm. “We were just having a nice conversation.”
“I’ve been on the opposite end of your flirting. I think I know the difference between that and a nice conversation.”
“I. Wasn’t. Flirting.” He stood up a bit more, starting to glare down at her. “And maybe I wouldn’t be having those conversations to begin with if we could just tell people we’re dating.”
“I’m up for a promotion, Don,” she glared back. “How’s it going to look if they found out I’m screwing a senior detective?”
“That’s all you really think this is?” he said, giving her a look. “Just us fooling around? Sorry—I thought it meant a little more to you than that.”
She blinked for a minute, before shaking her head. “No—no, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then, please, tell me—what did you mean?”
At that, the door to the interrogation room flew open. Both detectives’ heads snapped towards the noise, and a wide-eyed uniform stared back at them, looking fairly uncertain that this was what he was supposed to be doing. His eyes started to dart back and forth between them, and Flack just glowered back at him.
“What?”
The uniform hesitated for a moment, not sure exactly what to say before blurting out. “Detective Taylor needs an interrogation room.”
Flack just stared at him. “And?”
“Well—well, this is a—”
“In the entire precinct,” Flack cut him off, really not in the mood, “this is the only empty interrogation room?”
“Uhh—no?”
“Good answer. Go find another one.”
The uniform nodded before shutting the door quickly. Flack moved towards the table in the middle of the room and slid up onto it, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t keep doing this, Jess.”
“Can’t keep doing what?” Her voice sounded worried, like she thought he was going to be ending things right there.
“This fighting—I shouldn’t have to work this hard.” He watched her as she walked over, sliding up onto the table next to him, and leaning into his shoulder slightly.
“I don’t like it either. But I’m not sure I’m ready to come out of the closet yet.” He raised an eyebrow at her with an amused smirk, and she grinned, adding quickly. “So to speak.”
“I’m not talking about telling the world,” he replied. “Just telling people. Like Stella. Messer, maybe. Hell, Maka even.”
He waited for her to respond, watching her as she processed this, trying to gage her reaction. She didn’t say anything for awhile, looking down at her hands and playing with her fingers.
“The more people who know, the more likely it is that the people who I don’t want to know will know.”
“We keep this a secret, Messer’s going to keep having me play his wingman.”
She sighed heavily. “Fine. We tell Messer. But make sure that he knows that if he says anything, I’ll kick his ass.”
Flack gave her a small smile. “I’ll make that abundantly clear.” He paused for a minute, before looking at her again. “We good now?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, moving over to him and giving him a quick kiss. “We’re good.”