OK, so when I finished Aftermath, the last thing I wanted to be doing was starting another multi-chapter fic so soon after – my brain was a bit frazzled! And then the darn finale aired, and a whole other story started to take shape – slowly and kicking and screaming at times – until I ended up spending the entire month of June working on it. Now, I know everyone and their momma has come up with their own version of what happened after the screen went black, but I decided to add my own two cents in too. I've gone in a different direction than Aftermath with the, uhh, aftermath of what happened, and I'm not too sure about it yet, but I'll let you all be the judge of that.
A little additional information on this story, in the form of good news, and less-good news: First off, the good news: This entire story is already finished, so there should be no ridiculous month-long gaps in updates because of school or while I try to come up with what comes next! Now, the less-good news: This entire story is already finished…on 53 sheets of lined paper! (Call me old-fashioned, but I write stuff out first before typing and editing, hence why sometimes it takes longer for updates.) Barring any RL stuff getting in the way, I hope to have a new chapter ready for everyone to read every couple of days *fingers crossed*
I'm gonna shut up now. Enjoy!
The minute Flack got off the phone with the 911 dispatcher, he bolted straight for the stairs up to the lab, taking them as quickly as his long legs could handle. He burst onto the lab floor panting and wheezing, and scared a couple of the newer lab techs as he ran down the hallway, straight to Mac's office, where the latter was currently chatting with Stella. Their conversation immediately stopped the minute Flack burst through the door, and both CSIs were extremely unnerved by the ashen look on Flack's face.
"Don, what is it?" Mac asked quickly.
"I just got patched into a dispatch call – they were reporting a gunshot being heard from the apartment next door." Flack paused to gasp for another breath, and in that moment, Mac knew what was coming next out of Flack's mouth.
"The gunshot came from Danny and Lindsay's place."
Dear readers,
As I am anticipating an angry mob with torches and pitchforks because I was mean and ended this ridiculously short chapter with a dastardly cliffhanger, I am going into hiding for the next 24 hours. The next chapter is almost ready to go (and will be up before the 24 hour period expires), but I wanted to create a bit of suspense (like you really need anymore after *fade to black, then single gunshot* *cue end credits*). I just hope that I peaked enough interest for the next chapter.
Affectionately yours,
unlikelyRLshipper
*bolts for safety*