What happens to season 6 when it includes Angell and Flack doesn't mourn her death or drink? ... it becomes Flangellized!
My previous story "2 B Continued" went through 6.2, so "Flangellized" picks up in 6.3 and will probably go through the rest of season 6. But we'll have to wait and see how my muse cooperates. My assumption, at least for now, is that I'll get to use up some random story ideas I've had, while working Angell into season 6 episodes, so some of the chapters may be short. Oh, and there is an obvious spoiler alert for all season 6 episodes here.
More changes;
* Obviously Mr. Angell did not approach Flack in 6.3 to invite him to his daughter's would-be birthday dinner since 1) Angell didn't die, 2) her birthday isn't till February, so that scene never made sense anyway.
* Regarding Lucy, I'm trying to keep in the correct time line. For example: when Lindsay & Danny referred to Lucy being 10 months old & about ready to walk in 6.3 (when she should have been only bout 5 months old) then at the end of S6 she's just had her first birthday. Well, that just didn't make sense either.
* Haylen will be ignored, since CBS killed off Angell just to bring her in and I didn't like her.
And just for clarification; I will refer to Lindsay Monroe-Messer as 'Monroe' instead of Messer, since that could confuse her with Danny. And in case I've never mentioned it before, Angell's friends & family call her "Jessica", all colleagues (including Messer/Monroe, even thought they've become close friends) call her "Angell", and Flack is the only one who ever calls her "Jess".
My beta reader TerriBerri23 was busy this week, so any bloopers you find you can blame on me.
My returning characters from the 12th precinct: Officer Henley (who is also a medic) and Detective Petterson
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CHAPTER 1 (6.3 Latitude & Longitude)
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Flack and Messer wait against the back wall, almost shoulder to shoulder, each trying unsuccessfully at hiding the silly grin on their face. They were at the firing range, taking care of the NYPD's mandatory annual re-certification. It was actually a good thing they had ear protectors on, which meant they wouldn't bother trying to hold a conversation, since neither of them could think of anything appropriate to say at the moment. In part, because in front of each of them stood the woman they loved, each with gun in hand and taking their turns shooting at the paper targets. It's true that that wouldn't be a turn on for all men, but for those that bled blue... well, enough said.
Monroe and Angell each emptied their magazines and flipped the switches to bring their paper targets in. After taking off their ear protectors and safety glasses, they checked their scores.
"You mind if we go ahead ad-" Monroe started to ask the guys.
"Nope. Not at all." Both men quickly said in unison and with a wave of the hand for them to continue. "You two go right ahead and keep on shooting." Messer added solo before giving his buddy a smirk.
Monroe and Angell shared a knowing look. "I don't think they're checkin' out our paper targets, Linds." Angell said in a low tone.
"Uh, no." Monroe agreed with a slight blush. "But at least it'll be their turn to shoot soon." She added, with the assumption that the roles would be reversed, then both stifled a laugh before switching to shot guns.
"Oh, this is gonna be good." Flack said with only a sideways glance that revealed the goofy grin had already returned to his friend's face.
Several minutes later their ear protectors came back off as the women got their scores officially recorded and secured their weapons. "What?" Messer asked.
"You've still got that look plastered on your face." Flack answered, tilting his chair back against the wall as he stretched his legs.
"What look?" Messer asked, thinking his friend would drop it.
"Nothing." Flack said with a shake of his head. "Let's go. We're up."
"You're wondering." Messer stated. "Aren't you?"
"The only thing I'm wondering about is how many more points I'm gonna score than you." Flack stated as he stood.
"You wouldn't be the only one to wonder, ya know." Danny said. "Some have even come right out and asked if Lindsay and I ca-"
"Whoa, Danny." Flack said, cutting him off and obviously about to say something else, but Danny cut him off this time.
"Not that we've been surprised that people are curious." Danny said, "So uh, you and Angell yet?"
"Danny," Flack said, crossing his arms across his chest and slowly shaking his head as if fighting off a sudden headache. "I'll make ya a deal. I won't do not 'wondering' about you and Lindsay, and you don't do no 'wondering' about me and Jess."
"Guess that answered my question." Danny smirked as he began rolling himself forward.
"Shut up, Danny." Flack smirked back, although, if he was honest, he really had wondered. But Danny didn't need to know that.
FOUR HOURS LATER...
"So we're done serving the warrant and on our way back, and the next thing we know we're stuck in traffic because fire trucks have the street blocked off due to a fire at an elementary school." Officer Henley explained to everyone listening.
"What happened next?" Mr. Angell asked on behalf of everyone.
"So I look over to where Angell was, ya know, to confirm that we should go help, but all I saw was her door closing because she was already out of the car and bolting for the school." Henley said.
"Sounds like my Jessica." Mr. Angell comments proudly.
"Since the fire was at the west end, we were assigned three classrooms to evacuate at the east end of the building. The last kid we needed to get out was in a wheelchair." Henley paused, the memory obviously getting to him, "I pushed him out the door, but we needed to go where there was no walk way. It was a motorized chair and it was heavy, causing the wheels it sink into the wet grass. So, I picked up one side of his chair and Angell the other, and we tried to carry him, but the wind had shifted and was carrying the smoke in our direction. The next thing I know, Angell's picked up the kid up out of his chair and is making a run for the safe area."
"What happened next?" Mr. Angell asked, as it was obvious there was more.
"The boy,... he was crying. He was okay, but upset about his chair being left behind. So, Angell and I went back for it." Henley added.
"How'd you end up with a collar out of this?" Detective Petterson asked.
"While I was helping over at the ambulances, Angell noticed a guy standing nearby. He was just watching, but acting funny. She headed over to talk to him, but he took off, so she chased him down. Turned out he had priors for arson." Henley said.
"So, do you think you could take everything you just said, type it up on a DD-5, and have it on my desk by five" Sythe asked rhetorically as he approached the group.
"Yes, sir." Henley said, quickly turning towards his desk.
"Dad?" Angell asked only a moment later as she entered the bullpen.
"Hey, Jessica. I was wondering where you were." He said.
"I was over at the Crime Lab. Lindsay and I were watching her husband Danny do pull-ups in his wheelchair." Angell informed him.
"Speaking of wheelchairs..." Mr. Angell arched a brown and left the question hanging.
"Henley always was one for drama." Angell said, rolling her eyes. "So, what brings you here?"
"Had to get a new ID made. Apparently I'm not the strapping young cadet I used to be." He answered before giving her a hug. She tried not to laugh, as it was true her father had quite the spare tire these days. "I'm glad I saw you while I was here. Jacob and Jenna will be over for dinner on Sunday. You and Don wanna join us? Sherri is making a pot roast."
"Sounds nice. I'll check with Don and let you know for sure."
"So, where is he?" He asked, looking around the bullpen.
"On his way back from a D.B. at Ellis Island." She answered, not being able to say anything more on an open case.
ON SUNDAY...
Flack had left Mac and Stella at the crime scene, the D.B. of a woman in a garden, another victim of the Compass Killer, in order for he and Angell to get to her father's house in time for dinner.
"What's wrong, Jess?" He asked her, only a few minutes into their drive, after noticing how quiet she was. Something obviously bothering her and he hoped it wasn't Caine hitting on her again.
Angell shook her head slightly, "Nothing." Was her simple response, and a lie. Actually, there were two things. One she would tell him about if he pressed, which she was sure he would, and the other was that Caine was hitting on her again, but she didn't want to talk about that.
"Jeeeess." He coaxed, dragging out her name.
"It's nothing, Don. Just a strange day." She said, staring out the passenger side window.
He picked up her hand, lacing their fingers, then kissed the back of it. "We love each other." He stated.
"Yeah. We do." She said in response, now looking at him, not exactly sure why he'd said it that way.
"That means we trust each other and we don't lie to each other." He said, kissing the back of her hand again, while not taking his eyes off the road.
"It's nothing really. Just something someone said to me earlier,... Have you ever heard of a 'holiday sister'?" She asked.
"A what?" He asked, not sure that he'd heard her correctly.
"Okay,... so I'm interviewing this lady named Katherine today who claimed to have no family. Then, later I find out she has a sister, and when I call her on it she she tells me she didn't factor her in because she's just a 'holiday sister'." Angell said.
"A 'holiday sister', huh?" Flack said, "That's either really sad, or really convenient."
Angell laughed slightly at understanding what he meant. "True. I guess it could be." She paused, "But, Don, they're half sisters, almost ten years apart in age, raised separately by divorced parents, with absolutely nothing in common. They're like related strangers. Even thought they both live here in New York Katherine said she only sees her at the holidays because she makes the effort to invite her. Otherwise, there would be no contact at all." She watched as the notion sunk in, yet Flack didn't respond. "That's just so sad. My brothers drive me crazy some times, always have, but I can't imagine my life without my family."
"So, this applies to 'holiday brothers' as well?" Flack asked, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. It worked, and Angell smiled.
"You're right. It could be quite convenient." She smirked.
"Ya know, the holidays aren't that far away, Jess. We're going to have to decide where to spend them soon, and I can already tell you that I'll be the cooked goose if I show up for Thanksgiving dinner without you." Flack informed her.
"How about, for tonight, we just get through dinner with my family."