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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-05-15 08:32 pm
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Flack/Angell - Being Superman
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Being Superman
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Angell
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the_bigshow Prompt: 2.12.1A
Content Warning: Spoilers for 420: Taxi.
Summary: It was just a normal, routine pick-up.
Author's Note: A brief little thing about the opening moments of 420.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
The run had started out normal enough. He and Angell had picked up a drunk and disorderly while they were on their way back to the precinct. But it wasn’t just alcohol that was wafting off this guy—guy smelled like he hadn’t seen a shower in weeks, and of course, who was the one that had to ride in the back with him?
Flack, of course.
Naturally, he was going to complain about it.
Working with Angell, wasn’t so bad though. Girl had a good sense of humor, and both being cops’ kids, they got along rather well. So he was making some crack about a prom date he hadn’t even thought about in about ten years and change, and she was giving him grief about it, which was a welcome change from the usual tension that seemed to have been going round. Cabbie killer was making every person in the damn city shoot dirty looks at anyone carrying a badge, and it was nice to just get out and have a bit of a laugh with a coworker, without having to worry about being bitched out by the nearest pedestrian.
Flack was thinking back at the moment trying to remember if the car was his dad’s caddy or his own Sunbird, when the guy shoved him from out of nowhere. Next thing he knows he’s on his back on the pavement, Angell’s slammed the guy back into the side of the car, and he’s fuckin’ pissed off. It was the straw that’d broken the camel’s back on a long week and he was back on his feet in a half a second, ready to take his frustration out on this drunk and disorderly who had pushed him just a bit too far. He pushed the guy back against the side of the car, using his weight to hold him in place, when he heard Angell’s voice coming from behind him.
“Flack!”
Intital reaction was that she thought he was going at the guy a little too hard, and that might have been the case, but he didn’t have enough time to verify that before Angell came at him with a flying tackle, pulling him out of the way of the cab that had just come careening from out of nowhere.
He was back up again in about two seconds, chasing after the guy with every breath he had. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized that A, he was only human and couldn’t keep up with a speeding vehicle, and B, the man was driving a two ton instrument of death, but he wasn’t really worried about that after a moment. He was thinking that this could be it. This could be the guy, and this whole nightmare would be over. The city could go back to being the way it used to be. And he didn’t really care if somebody ran him over, or he got injured somehow in the process.
Catching the guy was all that really mattered.
***
The run had started out normal enough. It was drunk and disorderly—not something that really warranted a detective’s expertise, but still, they were there so they might as well take care of it. They loaded the guy into the back of the car, and somebody had to sit in the back with the guy. Well—maybe not, but it was still amusing nonetheless, even if she had to listen to Flack bitch and moan as soon as he got out of the car. But frankly, she had to say he did have a point. She could smell the guy from here where she was standing—she didn’t really need to be any closer to him.
When she climbed out of the car and opened the door for him, as expected the first words out of his mouth was accompanied by a trademark Flack facial expression, which really would be kinda cute if she didn’t have to listen to all the whining that came along with it. Whining came kind of naturally to Flack, but then it usually came with a fun little tidbit about him somewhere along the way, so she usually didn’t mind too much. She’d never met a guy who played things as randomly close to the vest as Flack did, and while it was a little disconcerting—it appealed to her detective’s instincts.
She followed him around to the other side of the car, smirking slightly as he told her about his prom date, and from the way the story was going, if she had been Flack’s prom date she would have slugged him at this point. Being compared to a nasty smelling criminal in the backseat of a cop car is definitely not how she would have allowed herself to be remembered.
Everything else happened much faster than she had anticipated.
The drunk and disorderly decided he wasn’t going to exactly go quietly. Next thing she knows she’s ducking a punch and kicking him back against the car. Flack was back up and on top of him in a second, and when Angell was getting ready to pull them apart, that was when she saw the cab. She acted before she could think.
“Flack!”
She launched herself at him, shoving him out of the way and not really breathing again until her back hit the pavement and the cab had passed them. She took a minute to catch her breath, but Flack was up and gone after a second, chasing after the cab like it was a perp on foot.
Angell thought about following him for a minute, but then closed her eyes and just pushed herself to her feet deciding to deal with the body that had dropped out of the cab instead. She was worried about him as she watched him go, but there was nothing that she could really do about it. Flack thought he was Superman.
And Superman was going to get himself killed one of these days.
Title: Being Superman
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Angell
the_bigshow Prompt: 2.12.1AContent Warning: Spoilers for 420: Taxi.
Summary: It was just a normal, routine pick-up.
Author's Note: A brief little thing about the opening moments of 420.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
The run had started out normal enough. He and Angell had picked up a drunk and disorderly while they were on their way back to the precinct. But it wasn’t just alcohol that was wafting off this guy—guy smelled like he hadn’t seen a shower in weeks, and of course, who was the one that had to ride in the back with him?
Flack, of course.
Naturally, he was going to complain about it.
Working with Angell, wasn’t so bad though. Girl had a good sense of humor, and both being cops’ kids, they got along rather well. So he was making some crack about a prom date he hadn’t even thought about in about ten years and change, and she was giving him grief about it, which was a welcome change from the usual tension that seemed to have been going round. Cabbie killer was making every person in the damn city shoot dirty looks at anyone carrying a badge, and it was nice to just get out and have a bit of a laugh with a coworker, without having to worry about being bitched out by the nearest pedestrian.
Flack was thinking back at the moment trying to remember if the car was his dad’s caddy or his own Sunbird, when the guy shoved him from out of nowhere. Next thing he knows he’s on his back on the pavement, Angell’s slammed the guy back into the side of the car, and he’s fuckin’ pissed off. It was the straw that’d broken the camel’s back on a long week and he was back on his feet in a half a second, ready to take his frustration out on this drunk and disorderly who had pushed him just a bit too far. He pushed the guy back against the side of the car, using his weight to hold him in place, when he heard Angell’s voice coming from behind him.
“Flack!”
Intital reaction was that she thought he was going at the guy a little too hard, and that might have been the case, but he didn’t have enough time to verify that before Angell came at him with a flying tackle, pulling him out of the way of the cab that had just come careening from out of nowhere.
He was back up again in about two seconds, chasing after the guy with every breath he had. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized that A, he was only human and couldn’t keep up with a speeding vehicle, and B, the man was driving a two ton instrument of death, but he wasn’t really worried about that after a moment. He was thinking that this could be it. This could be the guy, and this whole nightmare would be over. The city could go back to being the way it used to be. And he didn’t really care if somebody ran him over, or he got injured somehow in the process.
Catching the guy was all that really mattered.
***
The run had started out normal enough. It was drunk and disorderly—not something that really warranted a detective’s expertise, but still, they were there so they might as well take care of it. They loaded the guy into the back of the car, and somebody had to sit in the back with the guy. Well—maybe not, but it was still amusing nonetheless, even if she had to listen to Flack bitch and moan as soon as he got out of the car. But frankly, she had to say he did have a point. She could smell the guy from here where she was standing—she didn’t really need to be any closer to him.
When she climbed out of the car and opened the door for him, as expected the first words out of his mouth was accompanied by a trademark Flack facial expression, which really would be kinda cute if she didn’t have to listen to all the whining that came along with it. Whining came kind of naturally to Flack, but then it usually came with a fun little tidbit about him somewhere along the way, so she usually didn’t mind too much. She’d never met a guy who played things as randomly close to the vest as Flack did, and while it was a little disconcerting—it appealed to her detective’s instincts.
She followed him around to the other side of the car, smirking slightly as he told her about his prom date, and from the way the story was going, if she had been Flack’s prom date she would have slugged him at this point. Being compared to a nasty smelling criminal in the backseat of a cop car is definitely not how she would have allowed herself to be remembered.
Everything else happened much faster than she had anticipated.
The drunk and disorderly decided he wasn’t going to exactly go quietly. Next thing she knows she’s ducking a punch and kicking him back against the car. Flack was back up and on top of him in a second, and when Angell was getting ready to pull them apart, that was when she saw the cab. She acted before she could think.
“Flack!”
She launched herself at him, shoving him out of the way and not really breathing again until her back hit the pavement and the cab had passed them. She took a minute to catch her breath, but Flack was up and gone after a second, chasing after the cab like it was a perp on foot.
Angell thought about following him for a minute, but then closed her eyes and just pushed herself to her feet deciding to deal with the body that had dropped out of the cab instead. She was worried about him as she watched him go, but there was nothing that she could really do about it. Flack thought he was Superman.
And Superman was going to get himself killed one of these days.
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