A/N: This is based on a freaky nightmare I had about my ex-boyfriend and I. Ironically, right before he dumped me. Since I like happy endings, I'm changing the ending of my nightmare to the opposite of it. This is a slight AU story with some different pairings. It's a Lindsay/Flack, Stella/Hawkes, Danny/Angell story, focusing mainly on Lindsay/Flack.
Snuggling closer, well as close as she could get being in a movie theater seat to her boyfriend of a year, she sighed in contentment. He had been so attentive tonight on their date, despite having had a rough week at work. It was just another reason why she loved him. She began to reflect on the perfect Valentines Day she was having, Stella had gone shopping with her for new outfits. They ended up with matching pink lingerie sets, new denim jeans and red tops. Lindsay's jeans had been low riding flares in a dark wash. She'd paired them with a modest crimson baby doll top. Stella had gone with boot cut faded wash paired with a somewhat daring red halter and denim jacket. Don had taken her to a hole in the wall Italian place, with outstanding ravioli and bread sticks. Now, they were in the theater getting ready to watch Fool's Gold. Don had even slightly dressed for her. His dark jeans and sapphire shirt brought out the blue in his eyes and were driving her crazy. Lindsay chewed on her bottom lip a little, working to control her thoughts, knowing that it was going to be at least two and half hours before they got home.
"Are you ok Linds?", he whispered pressing a soft kiss on top of her head.
"Perfect, Donnie. I'm with you, having a perfect Valentines Day.", she whispered back, tilting her head slightly to look at him.
"Good. I was shooting for perfect."
They sat enjoying the movie and each others company for about an hour when the lights come back on suddenly. 'What could be going on?' thought Lindsay. Three men came down the aisles; two on the right and one on the left, wearing black pants, shirts and baclavas, Magnum .357's in their hands. They were of about average height and walked very fast. 'Great. Nervous men with guns.', thought Lindsay. Lindsay and Don waited for them to pass before sighing and pulling their service weapons out and laying them under their jackets. Even though they were off duty, it was just habit to bring their guns with them. As one of the men began to talk Lindsay pulled her phone off to text message Mac and let him know about the situation, when one popped up on her screen.
"Hawkes and I are behind you with guns. Messaged Mac." -Stella
Lindsay tilted the phone to show Flack, who gave a barely perceptible nod. Relief flooded over the both of them. They hadn't known Stella and Hawkes were behind them but it felt good to have back up. Lindsay and Don both knew that since Frankie, Stella had kept her weapon within an arms reach of her. Even though she'd been dating Hawkes for almost a year, she couldn't bring herself to not hand on to her weapon. Hawkes, being the understanding caring guy that he was, just wanted Stella to be happy and feel safe.
"Somewhere in this audience is Detective Don Flack and we're not going anywhere or letting any of you go anywhere until he shows himself." said the man on their left, who appeared to be the leader. The other two on the right side had moved to stand parallel with the second row and facing the back, not being able to see any of the people in the very first row. He had a thick Irish accent that couldn't disguise the fact that he was on edge.
Flack felt a sinking feeling take over him as he heard Linds' sharp intake of breath and Stella's soft emphatic, "Damn!" 'So that's where she is', he mused. He whispered ' I love you' to Lindsay and stood up. No matter how stupid it may have been to stand up, there was no way Don would have been able to live with these knuckleheads hurting anyone else in the room. He'd taken an oath to serve and protect and that's just what he was going to do, no matter what the cost.
"I'm here." Flack then made sure that his gun was safely hidden behind the seat in front of him. "Now why don't you put the guns down and we can talk rationally."
"I don't think so Detective. You're going to die today, atone for your sins as it were. But in keeping with the setting, lets make it a little dramatic shall we?" replied the ringleader, maliciously.
"Let's not and say we did." piped Stella, as she and Hawkes stood up and pointed their guns on the ringleader a yard from her, "NYPD, just drop the weapon. No one has to die today."
The ringleaders stance changed slightly, indicating that he hadn't thought of any resistance and was unsure what to do now. These thugs were obviously not experienced as the other two thugs in the front didn't move from their positions, didn't watch their backs and didn't see the four men and one woman sneak to their sides and train their sights on them. The ringleader was too busy focusing on Stella and Don to notice his comrades being flanked. Lindsay saw this and was grateful that Angell, Danny and Angell's brothers had decided to see a movie today. She made a mental note to get to know the Angell family better.
Lindsay, not one to miss the 'party' when Angell and Stella were attending, stood up with her weapon trained on the ringleader.
"You're slightly outnumbered, buddy. Why don't y'all drop the guns and put your hands in air?" said Lindsay, in a calm but firm Montana drawl, that left no room for arguing with her. Not the greatest idea she'd ever had.
"I don't think so, Dorothy. I don't take orders from a foreigner, especially a woman.", said the ringleader with an angry, malicious tone, turning his gun on Lindsay. His pride was kicking in and surrendering appeared to now firmly be out of the question.
"Listen Bud, I'm getting angry too. So, if you don't take orders from women, take one from a native Yorker, drop the damn gun or I will make you drop it." said Flack, bringing his gun up and training it on the ringleader in front of him. Hurting, threating and upsetting Lindsay was not acceptable in Don Flack's book for any reason whatsoever. This made the ringleader bring his gun back to Flack. He really couldn't seem to decide who he wanted to shoot more.
"Over my dead body.", said the ringleader, as he fired a shot off at Flack. Stella, Hawkes and Lindsay, had anticipated this and shot seconds before him, causing him to receive gunshot wounds to the hand, chest and head. The impact of the bullets caused the thug's shot to go wide and barely graze Flack's arm before being lodged in the ledge above the seats. Screams from movie theater patrons rang out as everyone ducked under the seats as best they could. Boyfriends and husbands covering their women, while the women cried and prayed for safety. Angell and one of her brothers, put the other two gunmen in cuffs, while they protested loudly in a mixture of heavily accented English and Gaelic. Just when Flack thought the nightmare was over, he saw Lindsay's eyes roll back in her head and her body start to sink, acting quickly he managed to catch her before she fell.
"Linny!"
Hawkes jumped the back of the seat as Stella called dispatch requesting a bus, the coroner and updating the powers that be on the situation. When Flack managed to lay her on the floor, Hawkes noticed some blood on her denim jeans. Seeing no torn fabric, they both breathed a sigh of relief, she hadn't been shot.
"Flack, is there anything I need to know?", asked Hawkes discreetly, while checking her pulse.
Flack looked at him with a mixture of panic and confusion, "Like what?"
"Any reason she'd have internal bleeding? Period? Pregnancy? Is she on any medication?", asked Hawkes calmly, hoping that by staying calm Flack would too.
"I honestly don't know. ", replied Flack. " She doesn't like to talk about those things. It's one of the few things she's shy about."
The paramedics came in and whisked Lindsay away on a gurney. They acted nearly in sync with Hawkes, concern for their patient bonding them together. Mac and some uniforms walked in not long after, Mac leading the charge with a look of extreme wrath on his face. Since Hawkes had ridden in the ambulance, Flack took his squad car to Mount Sinai Medical Center, wondering the while what had happened to the perfect day he was having and praying Lindsay would be alright.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think.