Hey all welcome to my very first CSI:NY effort - as usual the rules of fanfic apply to the story:

a) The characters and premise of the show belong to the creators of CSI:NY

b) This is a fictional creation names, places, dates etc are improvised and not intended to be completely accurate.

c) I have no beta so any mistakes are my own (also not American so dont punish me or differences in terms/phrases)

d) If you've got something constructive to say post a review!


"Police! Outta the way! Move!"

A breathless Don Flack yelled as his feet pounded along the sidewalk, people around him gasped as he barrelled past down the busy street.

Just behind him his best friend and most trusted colleague was also in hot pursuit, "Why do they always run. Huh? When I catch his ass…"

Danny's thick accent cut through the air and Flack couldn't help but grin at his direct comments, the perp did a quick dive to the right and Flack just caught sight of his arm as it disappeared.


On Mac's orders he and Danny had been sent to interview a potential suspect in a body dump that had washed up on the shores of the Hudson. As was usually the case the apartments were a dump, smashed windows, trash everywhere, you could feel the dirt rubbing off on you just from looking inside.

Not to their surprise they couldn't find a super and no one in the halls would even look them in the eye never mind give them directions. Finally finding the right apartment they found the door ajar and voices floating out into the corridor, the smell of illegal drugs were instantly recognisable.

After all the years they had worked together, the thousands of warrants they had executed all Danny and Flack needed was a look to automatically know how to work this situation in sync.

Silently they drew their guns from the positions on their hips; Flack reached out and kicked the door open a little more. Strewn around the floor were mattresses, bodies, countless needles and any type of drug paraphernalia you could name.

Around a table in the far corner sat three men, each one more bedraggled and scrawny than the last. In the centre of the table lay various foils, lighters, bags and syringes scattered across the filthy surface.

"Sorry to break up a fun party fellas." Flack called as he entered the room with one of his famous one liners.

Instantly the lifeless room exploded in motion – the table was knocked aside scattering its contents across the room and all three men leapt in different directions.

Danny and Flack were on autopilot as they made for the men closest to them, Flack leapt over a chair and caught one of the men by the collar and slammed him into the wall. Danny levelled his gun toward the second man who instantly raised his hands above his head – obviously scared out of his wits by the threat.

"Which one of you is Carl Stephens?" Danny drawled to the shaking figure.

The man looked skittishly over at Flack who had the second guy pinned against a wall, and then his eyes darted toward the window where the chequered shirt of the final man was scrambling down the fire escape.

Immediately Danny and Flack dropped the suspects they had been corralling in favour of the chase on the warrant. Danny was quickest out the open window with Flack hot on his heels they were charging down the metal stair case toward the alley.

Upon landing on the murky dank tarmac Carl Stephens glance along the alley weighing up his options – then decided upon the crowded streets out in the open.


Flicking his radio Flack called out directions to the back up officers who were on their way. "Suspect made a right– right– right into the alley between 52nd and King."

He could hear Danny's pants matching his as they continued toward the corner,

"Flack go round and cut him off – I'll chase him right into you."

Without even looking over his shoulder Flack nodded and gave a final push to his feet to catch this guy before he could flee into the rest of this vast metropolis.

Flack had run around the outside of the building and down the other side as fast as his feet could carry him. Reaching the exit to the alley he prepared himself to run straight into Carl Stephens as he was flushed out by Danny.

He was greeted by no such commotion – his feet stop and his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

The alley way was empty – a few dumpsters, cardboard boxes and cages for carrying crates – but no suspect and no Danny.

"Damn it." Flack panted and pulled out his radio. "This is Detective Flack I lost the suspect after the alley way. Detective Messer still in pursuit."

Flack glance up and down the main street trying to catch sight of two figures dispersing the crowd as they went, but there was nothing as far as his eyes could see.

Danny was fast but not that fast.

"Danny?" Flack called as he stepped into the alley. His eyes shifted up looking for any sign that they had climbed a fire escape or tried to enter a building. "Messer?"

Flack heard a grunt from down the alley he squinted into the darkness and saw a solitary foot protruding from behind a dumpster.

"Danno?" The fatigue he had felt after his run quickly flowed away as he saw a familiar tan shoe lying in the wet floor.

Reaching the dumpster Flack slid to his knees, his hands landing either side of Danny's waist where he was propped up against the wall. To Flacks relief he had no black eyes, split lips or blood flow – he released a sigh and sent up a silent thank you.

But still Danny was still and quiet he made no attempts to rise or crack a joke.

He raised an arm and reached out to his partner…

"Don."

Flack's eyes flicked up, he followed his friends gaze down.

That's when he saw it.

Protruding from the top of Danny's leg… a syringe.