TITLE:Help Me
AUTHOR:bioassy
SUMMARY: Flack didn't think he could get close to anyone after the bombing, but it just takes one person to change his mind.
SPOILERS:All episodes aired.
PAIRING:Flack/OC, maybe a little D/L
RATING:T. I think for now. A bit of swearing. May become angst in later chapters.
DISCLAIMER:I do not own the show or the characters. I only own my OC.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:Being English I am blissfully unaware of any American/English errors I make. Hopefully they aren't too obvious and if they are just tell me and I shall sort it out. Also living in England I don't really know much about the Danny/Lindsey situation so they are back from Montana but not together.

I haven't had a German lesson in years so I probably have made many mistakes, I will write a translation at the end of the chapter for those who do not speak it. You don't need to know the meanings to understand the story.

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Detective Donald Flack Jr sat back in the uncomfortable chair, his fingers continuously drumming on the cold metal table. He was sat in one of the many interrogation rooms the police department had to offer.

"He on his way?" He asked the young officer stood near the door. The brief nod in response did little to ease his impatience. He had better things to do than interview some no-good pompous ass, even if he was the lead suspect in his homicide investigation.

His long legs were starting to ache and no matter how many times he crossed and uncrossed them his muscles screamed out to him.

He slowly stood up stretching his legs out and turned to look through the one-way mirror.

Stood on the other side, with what Flack regarded as the worlds best poker face, was CSI Detective Mac Taylor and to his left CSI Detective Danny Messer. Flack, of course, couldn't see them but he could sense Mac's growing frustration and no doubt Danny's grin at Flack's own growing impatience.

"He better be here soon or I swear I will…" The opening of the door cut of his sentence. Flack spun round quickly to face it and the person entering it.

A rookie beat cop was pushing a middle-aged man towards the equally as uncomfortable seat on the other side of the table. The handcuffed man was clearly in need of a shower and his unshaven beard finished off his delectable appearance. The man or Niklas Metzger as his already impressive rap sheet stated was muttering in a language, which Flack didn't recognise.

Niklas sat forcefully in the chair and Flack soon followed suit.

"Entfernen Sie diese mich!" Niklas yelled at Flack. Flack just glared at him and opened the case file and placed it down on the table.

"Says here you speak English." Flack said looking coldly at the man. The murky brown eyes looking back at his blue ones were just as cold.

"Ich verstehe nicht." Niklas replied staring down the young detective. Flack didn't even waver.

"You brutally murdered this girl," Flack placed the autopsy photo of the victim on the table and pushed it towards Niklas. "You stabbed her repeatedly so much that her own mother can't recognise her!" Flack's temper briefly got the better of him but after a brief pause he continued his voice cool and calm but his eyes danced with hatred towards the man sat in front of him. "We found your fingerprints at the scene. Along with tread impressions which match your truck."

Niklas just stared at him and then looked down at the victim's young face. His handcuffed hands slowly traced the outline of her jaw and he smiled.

"Nizza, das Mädchen schaut. Wurde von gewesen ein nettes Bumsen." He stated replacing his hands on his lap and looking back at Flack. Flack's resolve was wearing thin. He knew that if this guy didn't cut the crap then he was going to explode. The anger was slowly building inside him and he didn't know how much of this he could take. He looked up at Niklas's face and knew he wasn't going to get anything from him.

"I'm not finished with you." Flack said and promptly stood and started to walk out of them room only to hear Niklas say,

"Auf Wiedersehen." And smile at him. Now Flack may not of been a scholar but he sure as hell knew what that meant. The bastard was playing with him and enjoying it. All the resolve Flack had been trying to hold onto left him. He was not mad, he was furious.

He stormed out the room and into the observation room next door. He looked at Mac and his expressionless face but he could tell that the CSI was angry. One glance at Danny showed that he was pissed off. Hell, even a blind man could tell when Danny was pissed off. Flack steeled his jaw and looked through the window at Niklas. He was sat as if nothing had happened at all. This did nothing to calm Flack's temper and he lost it.

"That bastard did it Mac! We have all the evidence to get him but we can't charge him without a confession. He knows that, the slimy jackass and I don't know what the fuck he is saying!" Flack paced the room and clenched his fists tight at his sides.

He hated when a suspect got to him like this but Niklas had just pushed all his buttons. He was a bitch to locate and he'd spent his entire time in lock up yelling at anyone who came near him. He'd taken ages to get down to interrogation making Flack wait and now he sat cool as a cucumber as if nothing was wrong. And to top it off, he was playing the 'I don't speak English' card.

"Calm down, I know someone who can help." Mac calmly said whilst he reached for his phone. He dialled a number and held it up to his ear and waited for an answer. Both Flack and Danny listened, their curiosity getting the better of them.

"Its Mac." Mac told the listener on the phone who had just answered. "Are you working today?" He paused. "Good. I need your help with a case." He paused again and both Danny and Flack were surprised to see him smile at whatever the mystery person had said. "That was just once and it was an accident. Anyway it washed out didn't it?" He paused again for an answer. Flack and Danny glanced at each other intrigued. "Very funny. Now can you come down to interrogation room three and into the observation room. And brush up on your German on the way down." He then laughed into the phone. "See you in five." He then promptly hung up.

After another brief glance at Danny, Flack broke the silence "You can't get nowhere in New York in five minutes, Mac."

"Yeah, but you can get from upstairs to here in five minutes. And if you can't you really shouldn't be a policeman." Mac replied looking at Flack.

"So who's coming to help?" Danny asked, he was really curious as to who could make Mac laugh and smile like he just had.

"Lieutenant Madeleine Green. She's firearms" Mac replied. "Its her sergeants who do your yearly firearm efficiency test."

Both Flack and Danny racked their brain's trying to remember meeting her or not. They both drew blanks. Danny crossed his arms in front of his chest and leant on the wall to his side and shook his head. "Don't remember seeing her about. I'm mostly at the lab so I wouldn't really meet her. What about you Flack?" He asked.

Flack shrugged. "I dunno. Might have seen her about. But I don't know her by name." He opened his mouth to say something else but as he did the door of the room opened and in stepped a young woman. She had long light brown hair, which was layered until it finished below her shoulders. She was wearing a white shirt with a light pink sweater vest over the top and a light grey pencil skirt. On her hip was her badge and next to this was her name tag, clearly displaying her lieutenant status. She wore on her feet flat slip on sneakers, they were black and pink chequered and were slightly worn. It was these sneakers that caused both Flack and Danny to smile. Sensing their amusement the Lieutenant smirked and simply stated,

"I can't run in heels." She then turned to face Mac and smiled a big genuine smile. She walked forward and gently placed a kiss on Mac's cheek. Flack took this opportunity to slowly check her out. His eyes followed her legs up towards her butt, then slowly they drifted up to her breasts and eventually they rested on her face. Flack came to the conclusion that Lieutenant Madeleine Green was hot. Very hot. The look on Danny's face showed that the Detective agreed with Flack.

"Long time no see Mac. I was beginning to think that you had found someone else to embarrass you." She said. Her crisp accent filled the room. Flack couldn't quite place it. It resembled Peyton's but there was a slight lilt to her voice.

"No, believe me Maddy. Only you can embarrass me as well as you do." Mac replied with a smile on his face. He had missed her.

"Do I make you blush Detective Taylor?" Maddy grinned and both Flack and Danny laughed at the innuendo but Mac carried on as if she had said nothing.

"Maddy, this is Detective Danny Messer and Detective Don Flack. They are also on this case." Mac pointed to each detective as he said their names.

"Howdy." Maddy said and then nodded to each man with a smile. Danny grinned back and Flack nodded in return.

"We have our suspect with fibres, fingerprints, tread impressions and even DNA but the DA won't file without a confession. The suspect is refusing to speak English so that's where you come in." Mac continued briefly pointing at Niklas through the mirror.

"Okily dokily. You want me to translate for you. I suppose I could do that." Maddy replied and pretended to be considering things.

"I'll buy you a muffin from the deli down on 7th." Mac bargained.

"Deal. Those muffin's are like little pieces of heaven." She replied. Mac shook his head with a smile. He knew Maddy had a mischievous streak but he trusted her to help him. He just wished she wouldn't do it in front of Flack and Danny. He wouldn't live it down. He could already see both the detective's smiling at Maddy's behaviour. She was one of those people who was always happy and nice. Unless she didn't like you or was very angry. Mac certainly wouldn't want to cross her then.

"Good. Flack will be with you so you will translate for him." Mac nodded to Flack and watched him open the door and wait for Maddy to walk through it. Flack then followed behind her and closed the door.

Mac and Danny turned to watch the interrogation room as Maddy followed by Flack walked into the room. Flack sat directly opposite Niklas and Maddy sat on his right. Niklas looked at Maddy and then back at Flack.

"Wer hat das Weibchen? Benötigen Sie eine Frau, Ihre Arbeit für Sie zu erledigen?" Niklas asked Flack. Flack just stared at Niklas. Maddy looked at Niklas and seemed slightly annoyed.

"How do you know I'm a bitch? You've never met me before. And I'm sure Detective Flack here is perfectly able to do his job. Unlike you I'd expect." Maddy said and looked at Niklas. A look of surprise graced his features but was quickly replaced with a smirk.

"Sie sprechen Deutsches." Niklas said to Maddy completely ignoring Flack's presence.

"Surprising I know." Maddy sarcastically remarked. " I speak more languages than you can name so don't try and change languages. Now I do believe Detective Flack here was asking you a question. You do understand him, seen, as you understand me. I haven't spoken any German." Maddy stated.

Noticing his slip up of answering her Niklas's eyes turned to an icy glare. Maddy returned his stare with the same coldness.

"Bitch." Niklas growled at Maddy who didn't even waver from the insult. She'd dealt with worse. Flack however didn't appreciate the comment and to his surprise a deep anger started to rise inside of him.

"Now, now Niklas. I thought you didn't speak English." Flack said laced with disgust towards the man sat opposite him. The tension between the men became more evident and Maddy prepared herself to stop Flack from attacking Niklas although she was growing to feel the same way about the man and she had only been in the room for five minutes.

"Why did you kill her?" Flack asked darkly.

"I didn't touch her." Niklas replied in an equally as dark voice.

"Why were your fingerprints all over her stuff then? Why were your treads at the murder scene? You raped and killed her. What kind of bastard does that to a woman?" Flack asked his voice growing louder and angrier by the second.

Niklas just looked at him. Then he slowly looked over at Maddy and ran his eyes down her body. Flack watched him, furious that he was doing exactly what Flack had done just ten minutes before.

Niklas looked directly at Maddy and smiled. He turned and looked back at Flack and tilted his head at Maddy "Now she would be a nice fuck." He said.

Flack knew Niklas was just trying to get a rise out of him and it was working. The deep anger inside of him got bigger and it was taking everything he had not to wipe that smile of Niklas's face. Maddy couldn't care less about what Niklas was saying about her but she could see that it was getting to Flack. She knew from passed conversations with Mac that despite his humour and wit, Don Flack could get extremely angry. She watched his jaw muscles tense and decided that insulting a woman was one way to piss him off.

"That's a lovely thought Niklas. I really am touched." Maddy sarcastically remarked but then the tone in her voice changed rapidly to acid "But rapist's tend to only sleep with their fellow roommates when they get to jail so you better change your orientation otherwise its going to be a very long twenty or thirty years. That is unless you tell us the truth."

The alarm on Niklas's face gave a slight bit of satisfaction to Flack and to both Danny and Mac watching from next door. They too were disgusted with Niklas.

"You're bluffing." Niklas said but the confidence in his voice was gone.

"Try me." Maddy said.

"Fine! Fine! I'll tell you. That girl laughed at me. I asked her to come back with me but she just laughed in my face. She said even though we came from the same country we came from different worlds. So I waited until she was on her own and killed her. She deserved it after what she did to me!" He yelled.

Maddy stood up and stared at him, she then turned and walked out of the room. Flack started to follow but as the officer's started to lead Niklas out he paused and said,

"No one deserves to be killed. No woman deserves to be treated like how you treat them. Your disgusting." He then promptly walked out of the room and into the observation room.

Maddy was already inside and was smiling at Danny. Jealously ran through Flack's veins, surprising him. He wasn't sure who he was jealous at, Maddy, for being able to forget what had just happened or Danny for openly flirting with her. He looked over at Mac who was on the phone with what sounded like the DA. Looking back at Maddy, Flack felt himself checking her out again. He felt slightly guilty for doing so, especially after what Niklas had said about her, but he had to admit she was extremely attractive. He wondered whether she had a boyfriend. She didn't have a ring so wasn't married.

A ringing brought his mind back to the case. Danny answered his phone and excused himself out of the room.

"Good job Flack. The DA says she'll file." Mac said and placed his phone back in his pocket.

"Well, Lieutenant Green did most of the work." Flack replied and nodded in her direction.

"Please Detective, call me Maddy. And all I did was translate for you. You did the scary stare and the yelling." Maddy replied with a smile.

Flack laughed and shook his head. Maddy's pager started to go off and she looked down at the number.

"Aw geez. I've got to go, you still owe me a muffin Mac." She turned and kissed him on the cheek and turned to face Flack. "And I must say Don, you are very scary when you are angry. I'll see you around?" She then walked out kicking the door open with her sneakers. Flack laughed at the action and Mac just shook his head.

"One of these day's she's going to smash something." He remarked.

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A/N: For those that want to know what was said. Surprisingly German wasn't my best subject at school.

Entfernen Sie diese mich! – Take these off me!
Ich verstehe nicht. – I don't understand.
Nizza, das Mädchen schaut. Wurde von gewesen ein nettes Bumsen. – Nice girl. Would have been a nice fuck.
Auf Wiedersehen – Good Bye
Wer hat das Weibchen? Benötigen Sie eine Frau, Ihre Arbeit für Sie zu erledigen. – Who's the bitch? Need a woman to do your job for you?
Sie sprechen Deutsches.- You speak German.
Should I continue? Do I suck? Should I never try again so to save humanity from my bad writing? Should I stop asking questions?