White Collar, CSI:NY style
Okay, while watching the advertisements for White Collar I suddenly thought of this idea. Since I love AU stories and I mean any AU stories with my fave couple, here goes nothing.
Summary: When NYPD blue blood cop Detective Don Flack crosses paths with white collar criminal Jessica Angell none of them expected to form an unholy alliance that would bring down NY's toughest criminals. Read their story as they are forced to go through life facing the good, the bad and the ugly together and as they experiance gain, loss, pride, guilt, love, hope, redemption, dreams and take on life being forced to trust each other and rely on the unlikeliest partnership ever.
Humor/romance/drama/crime/hurt-comfort/angst
Disclaimer: Do I own White Collar? Do I own CSI:NY? If I owned them would I be writing fanfic about them?
A/N: Thanks a bunch to my co author JessicaFlack for giving me idea and inspiration and encouraging me to keep the creative juices flowing.
A/N: This story is dedicated to my sister. A late graduation gift. Love you sis.
A/N: Don't worry, I plan to make this into like seasons, episodes and stuff where they learn about eachother, grow a mutual trust and respect for eachother and there is alot of drama involved. Trust me.
Chapter 1: White Collar
God will never give you any problems that he thinks you can't solve~Og Mandino
New York City, Local precinct
Detective Don Flack entered the NYPD crime lab. At 29 years old, the Irish, black haired, blue eyed, 6ft 2inches detective was one of the best detectives you could find. First grade homicide was his work but right then he was tracking down a con artist. She had emerged after a year of hiding. He had been the detective's in-charge newbie. Since that detective was dead he was asked or rather ordered to head up the investigation after she also exposed the captain's affair with his secretary and at the same time extorted half a million dollars from his bank account. The captain had definitely been pissed and told Don to focus on finding this female.
They had learnt she had been one of the care takers to the captain's elderly, miser uncle who left his entire estate worth over two million dollars to his nephew. They identified her alias as Sofia Todd. But when they had searched her through their data base of felons for her real identity but they came up with zip.
"Flack" Stella Bonesera, CSI motioned for him to come near wear she was sitting infront of a computer screen.
"You got anything Stella?" he asked.
"Yup. Since we didn't get a hit of any of our usual databases I scoured all databases Interpol, FBI, CIA. Look's like our girl's been busy, she's like a female, modern day Robin Hood. After she extorts money donations are made to hospitals, orphanages and basically the poor."
"She's never been caught?" he asked astounded.
"Nope, investigations are made into the stunts she pulled but they always come up with zip. But since we determined that she was wearing a disguise we used the face reconstruction method and made her face from scratch, minus the hair" she said
"Nice work, so got any hits?"
"Yup, CIA and America's Wanted" Stella said.
He whistled "An honorable terrorist? I'm stumped"
"Uh-huh" Stella said as she bought up and ID "CIA, ex black ops spy, Jessica Angell, 29yrs old, never married, no kids."
"She works there?" Don exclaimed surprised by this turn of events.
"Used to. Apparently she quit a year and a half ago. A mission went wrong and she was left for dead until some local villagers found her and nursed her back to health. She returned back where apparently she discovered there was a bent agent being paid by outsider criminals from the Russian mob, New York gangs and you get the picture to take out the entire black ops team. Then she compared the death rates of operatives. One agent from her team had been dying each year. She left the information and then disappeared." Stella finished.
"Nice work Stell" he said and she left the room were as he occupied the chair she had been previously occupying. He pulled up her picture and looked at it. She had classic American features, wavy brown hair and brown eyes. The type of girl a guy would pick up for a one night stand. He then pulled up her biography and started reading.
Name: Jessica Angell
D.O.B: 30th February, 1981
Place Of Birth: New Jersey
As he read on he got concerned. Her parents Detective Sergeant Dale Angell and Christine Angell were both killed by a drive by shooting when she was 20 years old. Then one by one her four brothers started dying of suspicious death. The oldest Joshua died in a car accident, second oldest Jacob died of blowfish poisoning, third John died of heart attack and lastly the youngest brother Jared died of a mugging. It was after her whole family had been killed was when Jessica graduated from the police academy but had been scouted out by the CIA. So she joined the CIA and took part in one of the toughest operations it had to offer. Black ops. She threw herself into her work and became one of the best spy's over there. But on a mission in Siberia her target had suddenly attacked her. He had been carrying an AK47 rifle and then he suddenly assaulted her by lunging at her. She had defended herself better than any body else when two other men came out of the bushes and started beating her up also. But then before she could react he had placed three bullets in her. She had been lying there bleeding to death when an indigenous couple had found her and took her back to the village. She had apparently returned from the dead as CIA ruled her dead when she failed to contact them, where she started questioning her mission orders. That's how she found out the conspiracy.
"Tough girl" he mused "But I'll catch you"
Then he received a ring on his cell phone.
"Flack" he answered curtly.
"Hey sweetie" his latest girlfriend Amy cooed over the phone.
He grimaced thanking technology hadn't advanced so much as to let her see him over the phone. The thing with Amy wasn't serious at all but that didn't refrain her from calling him. "Hey Amy, what's up"
"Well can't a girl call her boyfriend once in a while?" she asked.
"Of course but you know that I'm really busy" he said patiently.
"Your always busy" she whined, then changed the subject "what about tonight?" she asked.
"I think I'll be free tonight" he said.
"Well then, meet me at 9 tonight" she whispered over the phone and then hung up.
Flack sighed and also hung up. Then he focused back on the screen. Always loving a challenge he said to the screen "I'll get you Miss Angell."
New York City, penthouse apartment somewhere
Jessica Angell stepped out of the hot tub in her apartment bathroom. As she stepped on the smooth, white, tiled floor she reached to the rack beside her and grabbed a cream colored towel. Wrapping it around her she dried herself of. A faint trace of the lavender body wash she used still hung in the steamy air. After drying herself of she wrapped a white terry cloth robe around her. She walked to the mirror and wiped some steam of so she could see her own reflection. Over the sink she twisted her brown locks tightly until the water drained out. Then she ran a hand though her wet, tangled hair she looked at her reflection and once again cursed how much she looked like her mother. She had inherited her good looks from both her parents but she had her mother's mouth, her hair and her warm compassionate eyes.
Jess then shook her head and placed both hands on each side on the sink and bowed her head. She was anything but compassionate like her mother. Her mother had hated violence, she had always been the most cheerful person in the room, turning the negative into positive. True she always gave away half her money away to other causes and only took from the cruel but she used to kill people for a living! She again cursed herself. Dammit! She twisted the silver chain around her neck and looked at it in the mirror. A wedding ring hung on the chain. It had been her mother's wedding ring and she had received it after her death.
She slowly dragged into the large room and lay down on the large bed. After coming back from the mission that almost cost her, her life she began having nightmares every night. The same hellish scene's appearing over and over again. Even in her report she hadn't mentioned the whole thing that had happened to her. She had kept the most horrifying parts to herself. Bottled inside of her, because she knew that when one day she finally relived those past events she would break. She would finally break.
What other things happened that Jess is keeping hidden? Is Don going to succeed in locating and capturing her? Who killed her family? Keep reading and find out. R & R as always.
PS. I made Don's girlfriend clingy so it will be easy to hate her and want more flangell.