Bad Day

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of CSI: NY, which is probably a good thing because Flack would be shirtless every episode, and…well if I continue to go on, this will soon turn into a NC-17 conversation so I dare shut myself up as of now.

Author Note: Well this story slowly just took a complete left turn. I had an idea for it and then it suddenly became something else so hold on to your butts! ;)

Rating T: Just to cover myself just in case there some nasty things said some violence.

Summary: When Flack and Stella go to question a perp, things take a turn for the worse and suddenly they are fighting for their very lives.

Chapter 1

Detective Don Flack sat at his desk staring at the mound of paperwork laid out before him. If there was the one part he despised about his job, it was the paperwork he had to fill out. It was almost ridiculious to the point that you couldn't go and take a piss without having to fill out some kind of paperwork that you had pissed.

'I need a vacation.'

Convinced his eyeballs were going to pop out at any second Flack felt a hand on his back breaking his line of thought. He turned and saw Stella Bonasera standing over him flashing one of her famous grins.

"Hey whatcha' got?" Regarding the case they had been working on.

"A possible lead and I dare say a break in the case. Was wondering if you'd wanna tag along." Nodding her head towards the door.

"Sure," Flack dropped the pen he had been holding and stood up reaching for his coat that was on the back of his chair, "if you promise we stop and get something to eat. I'm starving." Flack began following Stella out of the precinct and towards one of the unmarked cars.

"Afterwards, scout's honor," Stella held up her hand as though to show her promise was going to be kept by doing this gesture, "I'll even buy, my treat." Not waiting for him to answer she got into the vehicle, with him shrugging to himself.

"How can I say no to that?" Flack got in and started up the engine, leaving the Precinct behind them.

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"If I knew we were coming here, I'd brought up my back up piece." Flack glaring up at the building that at first appearance looked at any moment was going to come crumbling down. Like most of the buildings, this one was completely run-down and most of them either had dirty windows that had cracks in them or were boarded up.

"Come on Don, where's your sense of adventure?"

"Apparently we have a different concept of adventure."

As Stella began moving up the steps Flack took a second glance back, feeling a set of eyes on them. The people of this neighborhood were watching them. They knew they didn't belong and it was as though they could smell them coming from a mile away. Police were the enemy, and though Flack and Stella did not have on uniforms it was not hard to see they were not welcomed in this area of the city. Flack could feel the uneasiness about the whole situation and the shiver that ran up along his spin made him reconsider this whole thing.

Stella had begun knocking on the door. Moving up along side her he shrugged his shoulders, "guess no one is home, lunch?"

Giving him an arc of her eyebrow, she gave him a look as though she was not ready to call it quits. Stella was too stubborn to have come all this way and not get something out of it. Flack began to turn around ready to go back to the car; a blood curdling scream came from within the apartment. Spinning around Flack looked up one at one of the vacant windows. Without even having to talk to one another they got into position drawing their guns. Flack, taking the lead, tried to open the door but found it to be locked. Quickly pivoting onto his left leg he brought his right foot up and placed it right where the lock was holding the door tightly shut. The old wood didn't even give any resistance as the trim around the entrance split and the door flew open and hit the wall.

"NYPD!"

Flack moved into the building first followed closely by Stella. Motioning with his finger, talking without saying a single word, he motioned towards the stairs. Stella would clear the downstairs. She nodded her head and began moving forward with Flack starting his way up the stairs quietly.

Keeping his back to the wall and gun drawn towards the flight of steps he moved into the hallway. It took his eyes a second to readjust to the very poorly lit rooms. He brushed open the bathroom door and eyes quickly scanning he saw no one. He than went into the very first room where he spotted a black woman face down on the ground. Knowing she was the one that had probably let out the cry for help he couldn't yet go to her. He had to make sure the perp was not still in the building. So he went into the second room feeling the cool breeze of one of the windows being open. He knew the suspect did not have that much time to get away, so no telling where he could be.

He saw the closet in the room and slowly he entered the room. His heart started pumping adrenaline, getting ready for anything that might come his way. Taking a deep breath he then ripped open the closet. Nothing. His lips parted and he let in some air that he hadn't realized he was depriving himself of. Flack turned and walked towards the window holstering his weapon and looking down at the street. Either the perp learned how to fly or he was stupid enough to jump. In any case it looked as though the suspect had escaped undetected.

Flack began to walk into the other room but not before calling over the stairs, "Upstairs cleared! I have a woman down she looks injured."

Flack than went into the room to kneel down to see if the woman was still alive or if they had just walked into a crime scene. When he put his two fingers against the woman's neck he thought her to be gone. But he than caught a weak distant pulse. He was surprised with the amount of blood on the carpet she was still fighting to stay alive. He heard a creek in the old floor board, believing it to be Stella he began speaking to her.

"Call for a bus, I think the," Flack stood up and turned around and his eyes went wide.

Time began to move slowly as Flack's mouth began to call for back up from Stella and started to reach for his weapon. But the man was ready for his quick movement of action. With the knife he had used to stab the woman laying in her own pool of blood, he than took it and put it right into Flack's gut.

Flack lost his breath and his eyes went wide with disbelief. He looked down at the weapon that was not supposed to be protruding from his body. Looking up at the man Flack saw nothing but cold hearted malice towards him. Before he could prepare his body the knife was ripped back out again. Taking a few steps back he placed his hand on the now gushing wound. When he caught a glimpse of his hand he saw nothing but his blood covered in it, Flack than realized the world was starting to spin and grow darker. His eyes began to roll back into his head and his feet began to crumble beneath him Flack realized he had no control over his body. With dead weight Don Flack hit the floor with a thud, leaving the conscious world behind him.

(Downstairs)

Stella had heard Flack call out to her about the injured woman. She wanted to clear her floor first before she joined Flack upstairs. She had made her way into the kitchen that reeked of dirty dishes and moldy food. One thing caught her eye though, a block of knifes sat on the far counter next to the fridge. All of them were in there except for one. She wasn't even sure why it did, for the rest of the kitchen looked as though somebody had set off an Atomic bomb in there. Not thinking much of it Stella than made her way back towards the flight of stairs placing her gun back into its holster. Before she even made it to the very first step she heard Flack began to speak again.

"Call for a bus, I think the," than silence. When he had begun speaking her hand had reached for her phone but stopped when Flack caught himself off.

"Flack?"

Hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. Something was off, something was not right. She didn't fail to hear the distinct sound of a body slamming into the ground of the upstairs floor. To her the sound was deafening and the loudest noise she had ever heard in her life. Reaching for gun she began moving up the steps quietly but effectively.

She put her back up against the wall and began inching towards the room which she had a feeling Flack and the woman was and now the suspect that had been found. Slowing down her breathing she cautiously looked into the room. Stella brought her head back and put it up against the wall closing her eyes just for a second. She saw Don on the ground not moving. She couldn't tell if he was wounded or not, and she was now stuck. The man was obviously in there, probably alongside the other wall so not to be spotted and waiting for her to come in and give herself up. She had no choice but to start talking to the suspect.

"I know you're in there Anthony, you need to come out with your hands up. You won't be in any trouble if you just give yourself up. Just come out slowly and nobody will else get hurt, okay…Anthony?"

Stella began peaking around the corner again and slowly began moving into position with her body facing the door. Her heart almost skipped a beat and it took everything in her not to pull the trigger when Anthony whipped around the corner, pointing Flack's service pistol at her.

Both now standing with guns pointed at each other's chest Stella was not sure how this was going to end. She tried taking a small breath to calm her nerves, but it only seemed to heighten her fear of being killed by this lunatic.

"Look you do not want to be pointing that at me when my back up arrives." Stella spoke hoping he'd buy her bluff."

"They ain't no backup coming bitch, just like I know your boy over there going to bleed out if you don't get that gun out of my face."

Stella knew if she dropped her weapon she was good as dead. Shaking her head, "this doesn't have to end badly. We can both walk out of here, just hand me the gun." Clenching her teeth she saw the uneasiness in the man's stance. He then did something Stella was not prepared for in the least bit. He charged her.

With not much distance between their bodies it was only a mere second before his body was connecting into hers. The gun went off but not into it's intended target, but in the upper part of the wall, close to the ceiling. This didn't even faze Anthony as he slammed into Stella who was pushed back with so much force she had no time to adjust her footing. She only had a few seconds to realize she had been pushed into the railing and heard the sound of the wood snapping, echoing in the hallway as her body weight was too much for the cheap railing.

Then a sense of falling and with a sickening crack Stella felt her body hit the stairs. She felt every blow to her body as she tumbled down to the very bottom of the steps. Though it felt like an eternity it was only a mere few seconds before her body came to rest at the foot of the front door.

Trying desperately to hold onto her consciousness Stella saw the dark figure of Anthony walking towards her. Her vision began to haze over and as her eyes drifted shut and blackness slowly consumed her, Stella could only wonder if was ever going to wake up again as the last image was that of Anthony standing over her pointing the pistol at her head.

TBC…

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