One-a-Day: May 27th

[iluvroadrunner6]

Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Bubbles in a Tree
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Don Flack, Gavin Moran
the_bigshow Prompt: 2.17.C6
Content Warning: None, really.
Summary: Flack and Gavin get an unexpected call.
Author's Note: For xfirefly9x. Set pre-series, when Gavin was still training Flack, so Flack is still in uniform.
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.



Flack peered up into the tree before glancing back at Moran, his eyes wide in disbelief. He then turned and looked back up again adjusting the gear on his uniform as he did.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me.”

He’d heard some crazy things in his time. His dad had told him some interesting stories from when he was in uniform, but he’d never heard something quite like this. He pulled back and looked over at the distraught woman standing next to them.

“Are you sure that’s a dog up there?”

The woman nodded tearfully. “Bon-Bon. My poor little Shi-tzu. I don’t know why, but he just launched himself from the balcony and he landed in the tree.” The sobs started to come more frequently, and Flack’s face remained blank. Park Avenue women and their pooches. “She must be so terrified, stuck up there all alone. That dog is my life, Officers. You have to get him out of there. If you don’t—I just—I just—”

With that she burst into sobs, throwing herself at Moran and sobbing into his uniform. Flack turned back to him and arched an eyebrow. Moran just shook his head before starting to “comfort the bereaved.”

“Up ya go, rookie.”

Flack sighed before rolling his eyes, starting to shed his radio and other equipment so he could get up the tree more easily. Muttering to himself about the absurdity of this situation, he started to climb the tree, pulling himself up so that he was eyelevel with the pooch, looking him right in the face.

“C’mere, puppy,” he said softly, starting to reach an arm out for her. “I’m not gonna hurt ya.”

The dog was skittish though, looking at him with wide eyes as she shimmied backwards on the branch. Flack started to move towards it, reaching his hand out to grab her by the scruff of the neck, and the dog’s teeth latched out at him causing him to pull back suddenly.

“Uhh—ma’am?” he shouted down to her, looking to avoid getting bitten if at all possible. “What’s the dog’s name?”

“Bubbles,” her voice came back to him, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“Of course it is,” he muttered, before turning back to the dog. “C’mere Bubbles. I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just looking to get ya down.”

The dog continued to eye him warily, but this time when he reached out to grab him, the dog didn’t make an attempt to bite. She just let Flack cradle her under his arm lightly, making it safely most of the way down the tree. Once they got close to the bottom however, he could feel the dog start to squirm, and he knew that wasn’t good. He tried to keep a grip on Bubbles, and his foot landed on the wrong branch, and he felt it give under his weight. His free hand scrambled for something to hold on to, but he missed the branch, falling the few feet to the ground and landing on his back.

“My baby!” the woman screeched, scooping up the dog from Flack as he groaned, his body twisting slightly. She walked away from them without even bothering to say ‘thank you’ while Moran made his way over to where Flack was lying, looking down at him, and if Flack didn’t know any better, he’d say the man was concerned.

“You alright there, rookie?”

“I’ll live,” he sighed, taking Moran’s hand when it was offered to him, and starting to push himself up. He got up and dusted himself off, starting to put his gear back on when he turned back to Moran. “Hey, Gavin?”

“Yeah, Flack?”

“Next time? You’re climbin’ the tree.”

The older man only chuckled, before starting to walk back to the squad car. “In your dreams, rookie.”