Welcome to everyone! This is an in depth look into the relationship between my OC Detective Samantha Ross (Adam's sister) and the members of the CSI:NY team. Especially Flack. I gave a sneak peek into things with Dedicated to Peter and some people asked for another more detailed story to follow up.

I do not own CSI:NY or any of the characters. The only people I own are those you do not recognize. I tend to be fluffy and angsty with a few other emotions thrown into the mix.

I hope you enjoy it. Please be kind and review!

Merci.

PROLOUGE: I MISS MY FRIEND

"I miss the look of surrender in your eyes.

The way your soft brown hair would fall.

I miss the power of your kiss when we made love.

But baby most of all...

I miss my friend.

The one my heart and soul confided in.

The one I felt the safest with,

the one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again

and let the light back in.

I miss my friend."

-Darryl Worley

The mid afternoon May sky was grey and dull. A steady rain had been falling for two days. Stripping the trees of any remaining leaves and flooding gutters and eaves troughs and overflowing storm drains. The chilly, damp air hung over the city like a heavy curtain. Forecasts showed no signs of relief for at least a few days. Another four days of misery. For some it would be even longer than that.

A male figure sat across the street from a modest four bedroom house in Flushing, Queens. The driver's side window down on the SUV he was behind the wheel of. A female, hood of a yellow rain poncho over her head, leaned in close to talk.

"How long has he been out here for?" Danny Messer asked, his voice quiet as he observed the solitary figure sitting on the front porch, staring blankly out at the rain, millions of thoughts and memories running through his troubled mind.

"Couple hours." Stella Bonsasera-Taylor answered, casting a glance over her shoulder and sighing heavily. "I keep trying to get him to come inside and at least eat something. He hasn't eaten in two days. He hasn't done much of anything for two days for that matter. He won't talk. To anyone. I'm lucky if I get two words out of him."

"You're a good friend, Stel. Bein' here with him since..." Danny's voice trailed off . A lump formed in his throat. Tears pooled in his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to say the words. Because when you said them, it made everything so real. And this couldn't be real. It just couldn't. He could not accept the news he'd been given during that late night phone call two days ago that sent him driving almost non stop from Atlanta. He realize he should have flown. He would have gotten there quicker. But he was compelled to just get in the car and drive. That way he was alone. There was no one around to interrupt his thoughts or disturb his grief or see the tears that poured down his face.

Stella went around the front of the truck and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Where's the kids?" Danny asked, fiddling absentmindedly with the heating system.

"Adam and Gus and took them."

Danny nodded. "Do they know?"

"They know..." Stella sighed. "that mommy isn't coming back. Whether or not they fully understand why..." she shrugged.

"Thank god they're still young enough to not ask for details," Danny said. "How did this happen, Stel? How?"

"It was a mistake. A terrible mistake. We never should have... I never should have let her go in there alone. I should have called for back up and told her to stay where she was. I should have done a better job at protecting her. When Mac ran the lab, he always made a point of protecting his people."

"This wasn't your fault," Danny assured her. He looked out the window at the figure on the porch. "I shouldn't have gone with Erica on that business trip. I shoulda just stayed here. She didn't need me there. She just wanted us to have some time alone. I should have been here. For him."

"You didn't know something like this would have happened."

"But he's always been there for me, Stell. Always. He's always had my back, you know. Way back when over that Minhouse shooting and the incident in the warehouse that day and even when Rikki Sandoval stole my gun. Remember her? Mom of that little boy Rueben that got shot? The one that I took to the blessing of the bikes and there was a shooting at a bodega."

"I remember." she said.

"He was right there getting me out of some serious shit. There time and time again. Never expecting anything in return. And the one time he does need me, I'm thousands of miles away."

"You're here now." Stella pointed out. "You got here. For him. For her. And that's all that matters."

"What about the funeral? Stuff like that?"

"Once the autopsy is down and the body is released..." Stella's voice wavered. It broke her heart to talk about her friend like just another D.B. lying on the ME's cold slab. Someone that had been like a sister to her. "Once the body is released to Flack, then he's probably going to have a couple of visitations and a private funeral. Maybe just him and the kids and all the team. He doesn't want a big, NYPD thing. And you know Sam, she wouldn't want to go out like that."

"Naw. She wouldn't. Always liked the spotlight on someone else. Its what made her a great cop."

"And an even better friend." Stella said.

"Whose doin' the autopsy?"

"I had to call someone in from Jersey. None of our MEs wanted to do it. Hits too close to home. She's going to be missed by a lot of people."

"Absolutely." Danny agreed and sighed heavily and removed his glasses and wiped his burning eyes with the front of his sweatshirt. He glanced towards the house. "I'm gonna go and see if he'll talk."

"I'll wait here." Stella said. "I need some time. Process everything."

"Take all the time you need." Danny told her and climbed out of the Suv and sprinted across the rain slicked street. He was nervous as he stepped up onto the curb. Unsure of what to expect. What the reaction to his arrival would be. And unsure of what he should say or even do first. Took in his friend's swollen red eyes and his unshaven face and wrinkled clothes. The way he stared down at the wedding ring on his left hand and twirled it around his finger over and over again. "Hey," Danny said simply.

Blue eyes looked up and fixed on him. In all the years that they've known each other, Danny had never seen those eyes look that way. He'd never seen that depth of pain and suffering in them. The insurmountable loss and devastation. No words were exchanged between them. A friendship that great, none really had to be. A lot of emotion expressed just in the way they looked at each other.

"How ya doin'?" Danny asked gently, taking a seat beside him.

Flack shrugged. Picked up a bottle of beer behind him and took a swig.

"How many you had in the last two days?" Danny asked curiously, knowing his friend's propensity to drown himself in booze when he need to rid himself of some stress and pain until he could barely stay on his own two feet. And that wasn't what Flack needed right now. A nasty hang over to go with all his other suffering.

"Not enough to shut my brain off." Flack replied. "And I need it to shut off."

"You don't want that." Danny assured him. "It isn't going to solve anything."

"Maybe not. But it would make the ache in my heart go away. Get rid of the emptiness for a little while."

"I got here as soon as I could. Left when I got the call. Woulda flown but I just got in the car and drove and..."

"Danny..." Flack cut him off quietly. "It's okay."

Danny nodded. "I'm sorry, Flack," his voice was barely a whisper. "I'm so sorry..."

"So am I." he said. "And I really don't want to talk about... her... right now."

"What do you want to do?"

"I just want you to sit with me and let me think. Not talk. 'Cause when I talk about her..." his voice cracked and he struggled to keep himself composed. "When I talk about her it makes it real and I don't want it to be real. If I just think, then it holds out hope that in a few minutes, her car's gonna pull into the drive way or she'll call me and say she's on her way. And right now I need to hold onto that. Because I miss her and I can't accept that she isn't coming back. She's always come home. 'Cause I don't know where I'm going to go from here. How I'm going to go on without her. And if I keep thinking that she's gonna come home soon..." he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Pretty fucked up, huh? Not being able to talk about your own wife?"

"Deal with it whatever way you have to, Flack. But I'm here when you want to talk. I'll even camp out on the couch if the need arises at three in the mornin'. I'm here and I ain't leaving ya. Time to pay you back for all the times you've been there for me, put your ass and your career and your family on the line."

" I just wanna keep myself sane, Dan-o. And I feel a long way from sane right now. I just..." he frantically wiped away tears with the back of his hand. "I need some time. To think. Go back on things. Remember stuff. Good stuff."

"All right. Fair enough." Danny said and laid a hand on his friend's shoulder.

Flack sniffled noisily and reached into a two four of beer on the stair in front of them and handed his friend a bottle.

"How about we both sit here and think?" Danny asked, twisting off the cap and taking a long sip.

"Sounds good to me." Flack replied.

And that's what they did. Sat and thought about Brooklyn.

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