I sometimes get ambushed by ideas whilst I'm writing, some of those ideas fit in with the story and some don't. But, they stop me from moving the story on as they refuse to leave! So these are a series of such (some a bit long to be drabbles really) drabbles, mainly one shots that don't really fit in to what I am writing. Please review :)

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Flack leaned back against his seat, stretching his lower back muscles, Mac caught his eye briefly, checking up on him again no doubt. He turned away from Mac's gaze, tuning in to Danny charming the table.

"So, the guy turns to Mac and says 'Wassup Grandpa?'" Danny paused for effect "And Mac gives him the look, and says 'Your hands if you don't wanna get shot' Man, the guy nearly wet himself!"

The punchline would have been poorer if anyone else had told it Flack reflected, it wasn't that good a joke, but the way Danny had for telling things made them good. Flack was unsure what he'd have ended up like if it weren't for Danny. Mac was the one who made him pick himself up after Jess, but Danny was the one who helped him put his life back together.

He looked around the table of assembled various officers from law enforcement and NYFD. It was Danny's birthday and it was testament to how popular Danny was that they practically filled the bar of the club, not that it was big. The bar tenders had set them aside an area at Danny's request, he was regular here, along with some of the others, Flack, Adam, sometimes Hawkes joined them. The girls tended to only join them on special occasions, but they were here in force tonight along with a couple of fire fighters and ambulance crews that Danny had got to know. There was also a detective from another precinct, Roseanne, or Rose as she preferred, Marston, she'd gotten to know Lindsay when they both got stuck into a drugs case and ended up friends, he'd met her a few times, and before Jess would probably already be well on his way to bedding her, and in the dark months after Jess he probably would have bedded her and forgotten her name by now, treating her badly as he had so many others while he imploded with pain. He was different now, buried himself in his work, friends and social life and although he was at the point where he could find a woman attractive again on more than a base level, he wasn't ready for anything else, and wasn't willing to hurt someone by using them.

Flack realised he'd been staring as she smiled at him from across the table where she sat between Lindsay and Adam, Adam was mesmerised but Flack wouldn't bet on it happening any time soon. He stood up, picking up his empty bottle.

"Anyone need a refill?" he asked, ignoring Mac's dark look in his direction.

"I'll come with you" mac said, both of them heading to the bar.

"You sure you should be drinking this much Don?" Mac asked, direct as ever.

"I'm OK Mac" Flack began "It was me that was the problem, not the booze. I wasn't an alcoholic, just needed to escape for a while at the time, but I've got through that, I can have a few beers in good company now without ending up unconscious on a subway platform, and this will only be my second"

"I know Don, I've been there, I just don't wanna see you back on that road again. You've got yourself back and I'm proud because I know what that took, but if you head down there again, you may not be so lucky this time and lose your badge" Mac replied. He always came across that he was concerned about a member of his team because of the impact on the whole team, it was the way he worked, but both men knew that if Flack had never come back from that time then it would have been a personal loss to Mac as well as professional.

"Thanks Mac" Flack spoke quietly, although slightly annoyed by Mac's attitude, more so he appreciated that Mac had his back, and always would have.

Just as they turned with the drinks back to the table, Flack was aware of two things happening almost simultaneously. Firstly Rose Marston smiled at him as she went past on her way to the ladies room and he thought irrationally that she was tall for a woman as she could almost look him in the eye without lifting her head much, and just as his gaze started to move towards her feet to see if she was wearing heels, the second happened and all hell broke loose.

Gunshots exploded around them. Mac, Flack and Rose hit the floor as one, Mac with a hand on either of their heads. They could not see the rest of their table, but through the noise Flack could hear Danny shouting Adam's name and the sound of furniture being thrown around. His gun was in his hand, as was Mac's. That instinct was as natural as breathing to a detective in New York City.

Silence reined a few seconds as the gunfire stopped. Flack and Mac raised their heads, guns trained in the direction of the gunfire.

"NYPD drop the weapon!" Mac called out, levering himself from the floor and taking cover behind a pillar in the bar. Shots exploded again, but this time returning shots rang out as Flack covered Mac's move. He started to prepare himself to follow.

"I can't see shit here" he told Rose "Cover me"

"Flack I'm unarmed!" she said desperately, grabbing his arm.

He frowned and reached down for his back up gun on his leg "Lose it and I'll shoot you myself" he warned before making a dash to Mac's side.

There was further chaos and gunfire before more silence and Rose heard Mac Taylor's voice.

"Is anybody hurt?" he shouted urgently "Is everybody OK?"

"Go Mac go!" she heard Danny shout "We're OK"

She stood cautiously to see Flack and Taylor blast through the door in pursuit of the mystery gunmen, a glance to her left told her that although in disarray and looking shocked, the rest of the party were relatively uninjured, she spun on her heel and ran out of the bar through the back entrance. Her hunch that the shooters would take the nearest alley correct as two hooded dark figures ran ahead of her, she glanced behind, no sign of Taylor of Flack but she could hear a siren a squeal of tyres in her direction, she had back up.

As the gunmen dodged ahead of her through the streets and Alleys of New York, Rose caught glimpses of Mac Taylor and Detective Flack in Flack's car now and again, waiting to get close enough to pursue on foot. She saw the perps go over a low wall ahead of her and through a chain link fence saw Flack power his car along the adjoining alley. She knew that at least one of the perps were tiring as she'd been gaining ground.

Rose launched herself over the wall and onto a dumpster the other side, as she ran to jump from the edge Flack's car stopped in front of the dumpster and the door opened. Already committed to jump, Rose ran across the roof of the car and cleared the door and Flack in one movement, setting off running again, they had one gunman trapped against a building, the other was no where to be seen.

Flack emerged from his car, he'd seen the perp trapped and knew Rose had the way back covered, Mac was going after the other one who had split. As he braked the car he heard a loud thump on his roof and although halfway out the car, ducked as something went over his head. It took him a second to realise what it was, but there was no time to reflect on it.

"NYPD!" he shouted "Drop your weapon!" his gun aimed at the man's head, he saw Rose, her gun also aimed at the man in his peripheral vision.

"No way man!" the guy aimed his gun between Flack and Rose.

"Do the math bonehead" Flack said "You get me, she gets you before I hit the floor"

The man threw the gun at Flack, who ducked round it. Rose and Don were on the guy in a second.

"This is police brutality!" the guy yelped

"Head down!" Rose told him, holding him firmly while Don secured the cuffs.

"Shut up bitch!" the guy spat as he was unceremoniously hauled to his feet.

"Hey watch your mouth" Flack gave him a shove "My Ma always said that washing your mouth out with soap works for potty mouth"

"Asshole!" the guy directed at Flack

"Charming" he retorted "I'd shut it if I were you or I might just give you some police brutality to go with your claim!"

Rose and Flack faced each other, Rose panting with the effort of her running.

"You. Ran. Across. My. Car" Flack said, his eyebrows practically in his hairline

"Caught the guy though right?" Rose replied still gasping slightly.

"Yeah, but you ran across my car!" he said again

Rose looked at the top of the car "It's not dented" she shrugged

"Yeah but..."

He was cut off as sirens and tyres announced the arrival of squad cars. Mac emerged from one as Flack handed the guy over to a uniformed officer.

"You get him?" Flack asked

"Yeah" Mac was also slightly out of breath "See you got the other, good teamwork guys"

"Thanks" said Rose, now recovered.

"Teamwork?" Flack looked incredulous "She appeared outta nowhere and ran across my car!"

"Well we got two in the bag, no injures, a crimescene to process and you have interviews to conduct. We'd better debrief Detective Marston too"

Flack looked at her, the thought crossed his mind that he wouldn't mind a de briefing of another nature all together before he shook it away.

"I guess" he said, turning to inspect his car roof in detail "I can see a foot print here" he sniffed

"Be grateful I'm not wearing heels" Rose spoke from his shoulder, leaning around him. He suddenly remembered his thought from the bar before the shooting started and looked down to see flat, black shoes.

"Humph!" he replied "You still ran across my car, and where's my gun? I told you what'd happen if you lost it, though I should shoot you anyway for running across my car"

"Here's your gun" she rolled her eyes "What's with you? You not like sharing your big boy toys huh?" she teased

Flacks eyes widened, he was the king of sexual innuendo and wasn't about to let this pass, especially as he felt distinctly like she had the upper hand.

"Big boy huh?" he smirked

Unable to think of a suitable retort, Rose narrowed her eyes, saved by Mac stepping over to them.

"Book those prisoners in and then both of you get over to CSI HQ, I wanna get this while it's fresh in our minds" he ordered.

"You giving me a ride, Detective Flack?" Rose asked innocently

"Unless you wanna cling to the roof?" he bounced back

"Being honest, bonnet surfing is more my style" she shot back "But I'm happy to ride shotgun this time"

"Good my car has taken a battering enough for today" he said, folding himself into the car.

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I may continue this at some point, if the urge takes me. :) Please review.