Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the characters except Carly. She is my own creation, and not connected to the plot of the real CSI: New York shows in any way, only in my fanfic.
Flack and Lindsay are dating, so expect some fluff there, and there'll be DannyOC as well.
Please review! I've got two fanfics up, all under this name so please review all!
Don Flack lay in the recovery room, connected to several machines that made seemingly random beeping noises at intervals, irritating Lindsay Monroe as she watched over her sleeping boyfriend.
Stella Bonasera watched her from the doorway for a minute, then walked in and touched her friend and co-worker on the shoulder. Lindsay jumped, not hearing Stella.
"Wired up on coffee Linds?" Stella smiled, letting the younger woman know it wasn't a criticism. She held up an empty coffee cup, "Me too. I didn't want to miss our bomber being booked, but I was so tired I drank about four mugs of the coffee Mac made when we got back to the lab."
Lindsay raised an eyebrow. "Macs coffee? Wow, Stella, you must really have wanted to stay awake!"
Mac was known around the lab for making the coffee in the break room how he liked it – very strong. Added to that, the usual thing was that when it was Mac's turn to make coffee there was no milk left, prompting a pooling of money and one of the CSI's running to the local coffee shop.
The girls laughed, the tension and anxiety in the air momentarily relieved. Then Flack moved, and their attention was back on him, thought not until Stella saw the emotions in Lindsay's eyes when she looked at Flack.
"How long, Linds?" Stella took the chair on the opposite side of the bed, so she could look Lindsay straight in the eye. Her friend sighed, knowing what Stella meant and that she couldn't hope to persuade her otherwise.
"Three months, give or take a couple of days. We kept it quite, so Mac wouldn't get worried about inter-departmental relationships. Danny's the only one who knows, and that's because Flack couldn't keep anything from him." Lindsay looked relieved, glad to get the weight of the secret off her chest to someone who'd judge only after she knew the whole story.
"Three months? Well, I suppose being a cop and a CSI you two can keep a secret. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Stella leaned back in the chair, amazed – and pleased – by what she'd just heard.
Lindsay laughed. "it wasn't easy, you know. I was so worried whenever he came into the lab, or at a scene that we'd say or do something that'd make you lot suspicious, or one of you would notice how often we came out the elevator together, or a hundred other things. After a while it came to be fun, seeing how much we could get away with." Lindsay smiled, remembering the stolen kisses, the looks when no-one was looking. Stella said nothing, sensing she was remembering something private.
When Lindsay did return her thoughts to Stella, and her revelation, she found the curly haired woman smiling at her.
"Linds, I won't tell Mac about you and Flack, but I think you should tell him soon. He may frown on relationships between co-workers, but he's not totally against the idea. Just make it soon, okay? He doesn't like secrets in his lab. It's a control thing, I think." They smiled, thinking of Mac.
Lindsay smiled, happy that Stella would keep their secret until they chose to reveal all her boss, and then yawned widely. Stella's expression went from smiling to worry.
"How long have you been here?" Lindsay avoided her eyes, mumbling:
"A few hours. I didn't want to leave him, and with Mac and you at the station with the perp, I thought it was safe to stay…" She trailed off as she saw Stella looking at her admonishingly.
"Go home." Stella advised. "His condition won't change in the time it takes for you to get back to your place, shower, eat and get some sleep. In that order." As she spoke Stella pulled Lindsay out of her chair and propelled her towards the door. "If there's any change I'll ring at once, okay?"
Lindsay allowed herself to be pushed out of the recovery room into the corridor, turning to face her friend once there.
"Alright. I'll go home, but do call, even if it's just to let me know he's doing okay after the doctors been in." Lindsay noticed Stella's attention wasn't on her, but rather on the corridor behind her.
"Stella? What is it? She turned to look they same way as Stella was, and saw a young woman walking down the corridor towards them,
"Do you know her? Who is it?" it took a moment for Stella to reply, but when she did it took Lindsay's breath away.
"She's Flack's sister."