Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: NY, yadda yadda yuh, I do however own the idea that wouldn't stop badgering me until I wrote it down (Yay, I own something)
This is a two or three-shot, spoilers for episode 4.13 are fair game. Hope you like it, Love, Brownie.
Little Brothers
Chapter 1: Playing Hooky
"Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero." Marc Brown
Don was really worried about Danny, he was the little brother he'd never had and Hawkes had told him about his reaction down at the morgue on seeing the kid, Ruben. Danny had told him about the kid on more than one of their game nights and, if the way he talked about him was anything to go by, he was really attached to the tyke. Don was just on his way up to the lab to see if he could find Danny and talk when he heard Lindsay call, "Don, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Barely refraining from sighing, apparently everyone and everything was against him comforting his little bro, and turned around, somehow managing to keep himself from snapping at her, only Danny got to call him that, "I just finished up the paperwork on Emily Miller. Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time." 'Huh, that's not the only case that applies to, poor kid.'
Then, when she stared at him with wide eyes, he said, "What's up," trying to sound more inviting this time.
Apparently it worked because she blurted out, "I'm worried about Danny." That caught his attention. God, he hadn't seen Danny all day, 'What if something's wrong?'
He silently prompted her by raising his eyebrow and she got the message because she continued, "He was off yesterday, but he was supposed to come in today." Flack did a double take, 'Danny wasn't at work?' and tried to think like a detective that he was instead of a concerned big brother, "You tried callin' him?"
His respect rose for her, like it always did when someone tried to protect his brother, when she said, "He's not answering his phone. I'm gonna cover for him, tell Mac he called in sick."
Don was getting pissed and even though his concern was greater in spades, he thought, 'Dano, you damn well better have a good excuse for playing hooky, or I'll skin your ass and then let Mac have a turn.'
"All right, I'm off the clock, I'll swing by his place and check up on him on my way home." And with that he high-tailed it out of there, not giving a sign of farewell or waiting to receive one, racing for his brother's place.
Breaking more traffic violations than he had in his whole life and finishing the fifteen minute drive in five minutes, Don took the elevator up to his brother's floor, calling the super on the way up, having forgotten his key to Danny's house in the car. Arriving at the door, Don knocks, "Danny!"
When Danny didn't answer, Flack turned to the super, John or Joe…whatever his name was, "All right, open it up."
"Don't you need a warrant?" asked the wiseass.
Remembering how many times he'd told Danny to move because of this, he flashed his badge and said, "Yeah.., but you also need a fire extinguisher on every floor."
"Now that you put it that way…" the super that he'd have to kill later because he'd let someone into his little brother's apartment who he didn't know (granted it was him, but that didn't matter because next time it could be someone else) said as he unlocked the door.
Glaring at the retard one last time, Flack entered the door, "Messer?" When he once more received no response, he started looking around for any sight of Danny, checking the living room and then the bedroom before something caught his eye: namely Danny's gun holster minus the gun. 'Shit, Lil' bro, you better not be doing something stupid.'
Letting the detective side of him take over once more, Flack looks around Danny's apartment and notices his laptop. 'Woo, it's not asleep,' he thought, when he saw the screensaver, he could never crack Danny's password: it was always some completely random combination of words and letters. Pulling himself out of his thoughts with a frown, he touched the track pad and his eyes narrowed and his lip tightened into a straight line in anger when he saw the bail list, specifically one name: Ollie Barnes.
'What are you up to, Dano?' Then something else on the desk catches his eye, an pamphlet for Ruben's memorial service, more specifically the tiny, writing imprints in the corner. 'Time to go see Lindsay.'
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Flack called the number: 1-800-555-0197, after Lindsay did her weird, science powder thing, and shut it off after the receptionist said, "New York Bails and Bonds Department." Flack was about to turn and head to his car when Lindsay said, "Flack, what's going on?"
"I found the bail page on his laptop. Apparently, Ollie Barnes was released on bail yesterday."
"So you think Danny called the bondsman…looking for Ollie?" Flack really hated how she jumped to the worst conclusion about his little brother, but manage to hold his anger in, and replied, polite as could be, "Look, Lindsay, I dunno ... I dunno what to think. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Give me an hour. I'll find him." He then turned on his heel and left before he did something that he'd come to regret.
…TBC…
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*wishes really, really hard*hope you enjoyed it, yours truly, Brownie.