Over on Jess' role-play board, there's an RP called "Confrontation". We're going to do a little fanfic on the RP and what has happened, starting from the beginning, more or less. Credit does also go to Mel and Jess for the oppourtunity to do this and for some creative thinking in the RP to nudge me along. Mel played the Mac role, Jess played Lindsay and Stella, and I played Danny and Flack. Most paragraphs are direct quotes from Mel and Jess' parts, but some are tweaked. All Flack and Danny's parts, along with most of the medical limbo is mine. (…Mel, Jess.. I edited a few things out.. ! I apologize for it now, but it's easier to do most of the RP then write a honking long summary.)
Characters still belong to CBS and CSI: NY, we just role-play them. No telling how many chapters this might be, so be prepared.
In "Confrontation", Flack actually does live. But what if everything went wrong, and he didn't?
Rating/Content Warning: 14A – Swearing, mentions of death and actual character death.
Fandom: CSI: NY
Spoilers: A few months after the S2 finale – "Charge of this Post".
Summary: Flack is released from the hospital, but everything goes downhill, something completely unexpected.
Author: Lauren, Jess, Mel (Joint Fic)
Chapter 1
Danny and Lindsay had hightailed it out of the lab as soon as they remembered that Flack had been released from Bellevue Hospital, picking up food and drinks on their way over to the homicide detective's apartment. Danny climbed out from the car after they parked, grabbing the grocery bags with one hand and then fishing out the apartment key with the other.
"When we get inside, be as quiet as possible. I wanna see if Flack is sleepin'," Danny said with a grin, looking up to Lindsay momentarily.
Lindsay nodded and took the pizza out of the car. "We should probably let him sleep if he is," she said as she walked up to the apartment with Danny.
"Or loom over him till he wakes up," Danny then suggested with a laugh. He let them both into the apartment building then led Lindsay to Flack's place. He quietly unlocked the door and opened it up an inch, peeking inside to see the lights off and no sound...
Until he heard Flack snore.
Danny had to stifle a laugh, letting Lindsay into the apartment and setting the things in his hands in the kitchen. As Danny began to put things into their rightful places, he whispered to Lindsay that Flack was sound asleep for the time being.
Lindsay giggled a little and set the pizza down on the counter. She grabbed Danny's hand and led him to the living room after he finished putting away the groceries. "We should let him sleep," she told him as she dragged him over to the couch. "He won't mind us being here, and I think he needs the rest." Lindsay paused for a moment before continuing. "If the pizza doesn't wake him up in a few minutes, I don't know what will, it smells so damn good," she laughed.
Danny laughed lightly, following her to the couch. "Yeah, he'll wake up in a bit, I'm sure," he said with a light shrug. "Pizza is his weak spot." Danny stopped and listened for a moment, he was pretty sure Flack was still asleep, but all noise had stopped. It was then he heard the unmistakable sound of a gun safety being turned off. "Son of a gun," he joked quietly before raising his voice. "Ya sure you still know how ta shoot that thing, Flack?"
Flack appeared around the corner, having a half-groggy look, short hair sticking out in every which way. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "Next time call or keep it down.. You don't wake me up, ya got it?" he said shortly before scrubbing a hand across his eyes and going to put his gun away. "Thanks for stoppin' by, guys," he then called out, sounding happier than that of when he just woke up.
Danny lightly nudged Lindsay with his elbow. "Always like that when he wakes up," he said with a chuckle.
Lindsay got up and turned to see Flack when he returned to the living room. "Welcome home Don," she said with a smile as she walked up to him. "You look real good buddy," she then said with a laugh as she patted down his hair to make it look all right. "Are you hungry? We brought pizza and ice cream."
Flack grinned to Lindsay. "I just got out, and I already feel spoiled," he said with a light laugh. "Stop actin' like strangers, the both of you, and give me a hug," Flack smirked and wrapped Lindsay up in a bear hug. "Gotta say, it's nice to be back home."
Lindsay laughed a little and wrapped her arms around him. "It's good to have you back, Don," she told him as she held him tightly to her. It felt so good to have him back on his feet.
Danny stood and walked over to the two, chuckling. "Everyone I know hates hospitals. But still, it's really nice to have you back, Don."
Flack was extremely happy that the two had come by. "It's good to be back, Lindsay," he replied. It was a second later after releasing Lindsay, that he began eyeing Danny. Flack's arm shot out and wrapped around Danny's neck, bringing the other man down into a headlock and giving Danny a noogie. "Just be glad ya didn't do anythin' like setting up traps in the place, or I woulda bopped ya a good one."
Danny laughed and tugged free, playfully smacking Flack's shoulder after he straightened himself out. "Oh, c'mon, I'm not that bad," he said before turning and disappearing into the kitchen, grabbing some napkins and the pizza.
Flack looked in the door of the kitchen curiously, looking at the pizza boxes then at the empty plastic grocery bags. "Dan, Linds, remind me to pay you guys back here soon," he said with a frown. "You didn't have to do that."
Lindsay shrugged. "We wanted to. We were excited that you were coming home today, so we brought you some stuff to welcome you back," she said with a smile. Lindsay leaned up and kissed Flack on the cheek. "Think of this as your little welcome home party."
"Ya guys still didn't have to," Flack smiled. He soon wandered into the kitchen to take a look around at what the two of them bought before going into the fridge and grabbing a few drinks. "Make yourselves at home, guys," he said motioning for them to go into the living room, following Danny out of the kitchen.
Danny led the two back into the living room, taking a seat on one of the couches. "Ya shouldn't be afraid to ask for anythin'. We're all only a phone call away, and you know that," he said to Flack with a smile.
Flack smiled. "Thanks guys, really," he said before sitting on a different couch than the two. He leaned forwards and grabbed a slice of pizza with a napkin, but when he sat back, he was smiling. "So, you two start datin' yet?" he asked casually, taking a bite of his slice.
Danny had just taken a drink, eyes going wide when Flack asked that. He choked down the mouthful he had before doubling over in coughs. "Why the hell are you askin' that?" he said raspily, one hand lightly pounding his chest.
"...Because I can," Flack replied simply.
Lindsay leaned away from Danny and gave him an evil glare. "Why is that so hard to picture?" she asked Danny. "And no, we're not dating," she replied to Flack as she leaned over and patted Danny on the back.
Danny's eyes narrowed. "The question took me by surprise," he said flatly to Lindsay.
Flack merely chuckled. "If I didn't know better, I woulda thought you were," he replied. "So, how's work been?"
Lindsay completely omitted Flack's second question. "You think it looks like we're dating?" she asked.
Flack looked completely calm about it all, smiling a little as he took a sip of his drink. "Somewhat, yes. Watching both of your reactions to each other is an interesting show in itself," he said.
Danny blushed and tried to hide it by playing off that he was rubbing his eyes.
Lindsay looked over to Danny. Is it really that obvious that I like him? Does he like me too? Lindsay had so many questions running through her head right now. "Name one time that it looked like we had the hots for each other," she challenged Flack.
"Well… The way ya keep lookin' at him. I can't place it, but it's somethin' in your eyes. And he's blushin' at the thought," Flack said with a cheeky grin. Not much slipped past him, thanks to his experience in interrogations and observations.
Danny groaned aloud and dropped his hands, blushing furiously. "Damn you, Flack," he said coldly.
Lindsay kept her eyes trained on Flack for a minute and then looked to Danny. "Danny?" she asked, and then paused a bit. "Is he right?" she finished, eyes searching Danny's for the truth.
Danny took a moment before looking up at Lindsay fully. "Well... Today in particular has been a little awkward. You grabbed my hand several times, called me hun, and kissed my cheek," he said with a raised eyebrow.
Lindsay definitely needed a way to avoid that. She thought for a minute before finally finding a way to get around it. "You didn't answer my question Danny," she said slyly.
Danny opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He sighed then thought what he was going to say through before asking it. "Is he right about what?" he asked with a tilt of his head.
Flack was secretly wishing he had a camera or a camcorder, because this was actually beginning to get somewhat interesting. Instead he sat back on the couch, watching the whole thing unfold in front of him, grinning.
"Are you attracted to me Danny?" she asked him, point blank. She looked over at Flack who had a grin on his face. She smirked over to Flack and then locked her gaze back onto Danny.
Danny was pretty sure he was beet red, because his face felt hot. "I ah.. uhm.. Gah! What is this! Interrogate Danny day!" he asked, standing and removing himself to go to the washroom. He really just wanted to get out of the line of fire.
Once Danny had disappeared into the washroom and shut the door, Flack chuckled, looking over to Lindsay. "Yeah, I'd say he is."
Lindsay nodded and then sat back on the couch. "I wish he'd just say it," she told him. "You're right Flack, I think I'm in love with him," Lindsay then admitted. "All day he's been brushing up against me, giving me looks I haven't seen before, and it's been driving me crazy."
Flack smirked a little, taking a sip of his drink again. "Well... I'm not exactly the best person to be issuing this type of advice, but now that he's been cornered with it, it's very possible he'll ask you out," he said. "I'm certain he's close to saying those 'three little words', truthfully."
"Shuddap!" Danny hollered from the bathroom, easily hearing what Flack was saying.
"I don't know what he's so afraid of, of course I'd say yes to him," Lindsay replied quietly so that Danny couldn't hear what she said. She sighed and walked up to the bathroom door, knocking on it lightly. "Danny, come out please," she said pleadingly.
Danny soon emerged from the bathroom, looking at Lindsay with a calm expression. He motioned for one moment before he walked to the living room. He raised a pillow to whack Flack over the head but Flack just reached out, pulling the other man over the back of the couch and to the floor. Flack slid off the couch and sat on Danny, effectively pinning him there as Danny flailed around on his stomach. "Get offa me!" he shouted.
Flack didn't budge. "You asked for it. And just go ahead and admit it. She's all ears," he said simply.
Lindsay had looked at Danny with a confused expression when he told her to wait, though she had to stifle a laugh when she saw Flack do that. She walked up to the two, smiling with an amused expression. "That's not exactly what I had in mind Flack, but it is quite entertaining," she said, trying to stifle another laugh.
"Just because I just got out of the hospital, doesn't mean I can't take him down," Flack smirked, leaning back against the couch casually.
Danny flailed about some more before feeling Flack shift his weight. He purposely pushed himself under Flack's legs and pushed up onto his hands and knees, Flack soon finding himself on the floor, lying on his back.
"You little bugger!" Flack said, before wrapping his legs around Danny's neck, trying to push him back and to the side. Danny just fought back and both ended up grabbing throw pillows and beating each other with them. It was like brothers having a pillow fight.
Lindsay thought it was funny at first, but then it just got ridiculous. "You guys are like children," she told them. "Stop guys," she then said, but nothing was working. "DO I HAVE TO STRIP FOR YOU TWO TO STOP!" she asked loudly, knowing that that would get their attention.
Both Flack and Danny paused when they had the pillows raised for another hit. They both looked over to Lindsay with sly grins, answering in unison. "Yeah," they both replied. Danny was currently on his knees above Flack, one hand fisted in Flack's shirt with the pillow up by his ear. Flack was lying down on his back, one arm raised to block the hit Danny was going to do next, his pillow held out to the side and ready to strike the side of Danny's head. Both had the exact same expressions as they looked at Lindsay.
Lindsay sighed and rolled her eyes. She took off the blazer that she had on, leaving the camisole underneath. "There, now stop it," she told them as she lifted Danny up by his shoulders and took the pillow from him. She then helped Flack up. "This probably isn't the best thing for Don after he just got out of the hospital," she told Danny. Lindsay put the pillows back on the couch and crossed her arms across her chest. "Can I stop mothering you now?" she asked, reaching for her blazer to put it on again.
Both men groaned when Lindsay stopped after taking off the blazer. Danny got up with her pull, smirking a little. "I'm sure I have a C note somewhere," Danny said teasingly, referring to a hundred dollar bill. "And I was bein' careful, I swear."
Flack shrugged. "He kept the pressure off my stomach, I'm fine," he said with a grin before laughing. "No one can ever get too much mothering." Flack straightened out his shirt, pulling at the edges a bit before looking up to the two. "Haven't done that in forever though."
"Yeah, you're not gettin' old yet, so suck it up, princess," Danny said.
Flack pointed a finger at Danny, having a warning look. "Don't you try."
Lindsay rolled her eyes when they groaned. "You are such men," she told them as she went over to Flack. "You sure you're okay?" she asked as she brushed off his shirt as well and then pulled him into a hug. She backed away a few seconds later and then smiled up to the tall man.
Flack smiled to Lindsay, hugging her back. He tried to resist saying what he thought, but it failed. "Yeah, I'm sure. But if you want, you can do a physical yourself," he said with a smirk.
Danny just smacked Flack's shoulder with the heel of his palm. "Perverted tramp."
"I don't see you makin' any moves, Messer," Flack stated.
That just earned Flack a smack to the head.
Lindsay pushed Danny away from Flack and sat Danny down on the couch. "He's right Danny," she told him as she turned around and decided to play a little game. "That depends on my schedule Detective Flack, but I might be able to fit you in," she said with a teasing smile.
Danny tensed right up, staring at Flack and Lindsay. "You sonuvabitch," he said quietly. "You can't do that!"
"Since when was it a law not to?" Flack smirked before looking to Lindsay. He was following along with the game. He was just trying to provoke Danny into saying it. "Later this evening maybe? I can cook quite well," he said with a smile.
Lindsay turned to Danny and gave him a nasty look. She turned back to Flack and smiled. "That sounds like a plan." Lindsay said, getting close to Don and then reaching out to hold the hand that was in clear view to Danny.
Flack smirked, moving to do the same as he gazed at Lindsay. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Danny moving.
Danny shot up and walked back over to the two. He was about to do basically what each of them wanted to happen. Danny shoved Flack back and turned Lindsay around, pressing his lips to Lindsay's, a firm grip on her arms.
Flack wound up grinning away. It was about time.
This caught Lindsay totally off guard. She gasped a little and didn't even know what was happening until she found Danny's lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around Danny and smiled through his lips. This wasn't how she imagined him telling her how he felt, but it still worked, and she actually thought it was quite exciting.
Danny kissed Lindsay a bit deeper, arms wrapping around her lower back. He soon pulled away, but just enough to speak and gaze into her eyes. "Yeah, the stupid nut was right… I'm crazy in love for you," Danny told her with a slight smile.
Flack chuckled. "Aren't I always?" he said to himself, going over and sitting down on the couch again.
Lindsay smiled and gazed back into his eyes. She placed a hand on his cheek and tilted her head a bit. "I love you too Danny," she said as she leaned in again and kissed him once more briefly, but then pulling back since Flack was in the room.
Danny gently kissed her back before reluctantly pulling back and looking up at Flack. "I hate your tactics. And I hate you," he said with a slight smile.
"'Bout time you stopped… I was just about to say 'get a room'," Flack said with a smile before reply to what Danny said. "Naaaaaaah... You love me to bits."
"Grudgingly," Danny said flatly.
Lindsay laughed a little at their comments and then sat down again. "You're right Flack, we do love you, you're a great matchmaker too," she said with a laugh.
Oh I try," Flack said, grinning away. "So does this mean I still get my physical?"
Danny sat next to Lindsay again, kicking Flack's shin at the question.
"Oi.. Don't be rough in my household," Flack frowned.
Lindsay leaned into Danny and giggled a bit. "Sorry Flack, no physical," she said in a defeated tone as she rested her head on Danny's shoulder. INow/i this Ifeels right/I she thought to herself.
Flack chuckled and waved his hand a bit through the air. "Ah, my hopes aren't crushed yet," he said with a grin. "So.. You guys have any questions or anythin'?"
Danny gently wrapped one of his arms around Lindsay, smiling to her before looking back to Flack. "Nah… None at the moment I guess."
"I have one," Lindsay piped with a smile. "Do you really get all the ice cream you want in hospitals?" she asked with a smile. She knew it was a stupid question, but she wanted to lighten the mood.
"Well... Depends if you can suck up to the nurses enough," Flack grinned cheekily. "I, unfortunately, wasn't so lucky."
Lindsay 'awwed' at what Flack said and then glanced up at Danny to see him laughing. She shook her head, turning back to Flack. "Well nurse Danny and Lindsay brought you some ice cream," she said with a smile.
Flack laughed a bit. "You guys want any?" he asked before standing to retrieve some. "Ice cream is my somewhat another weak spot.."
Danny shook his head. "Pizza was enough for me. Go for it. Lindsay?"
Lindsay smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'll have some, let me get it though Flack, you sit down," she told him.
"No, no, you sit down," Flack protested with a grin. "Ya already did enough for me anyways." He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing out two bowls and spoons before the ice cream, dishing out reflexively equal parts.
Danny chuckled lightly when Flack had protested, looking over to Lindsay. "Seems like he's more of a gentleman isn't he?"
"I heard that," Flack called from the kitchen.
Lindsay sighed and sat down. "He is the perfect gentleman..." she then turned to Danny and pushed him a little. "Why can't you be like that?" she asked jokingly.
Danny laughed. "I will when you two come over to my place and be house guests," he said with a smirk. "I didn't say I wasn't."
Flack returned everything to their rightful spots. He stuck his spoon into his mouth then put Lindsay's in her bowl. Bringing them out, Flack handed Lindsay's ice cream over with a silly grin, having the spoon stick out from in between his teeth. It was when he sat back down he finally took the spoon out. "He's sayin' that because whenever we're over here watchin' the game, he whines at me ta get a beer for him."
"No I don't, you moron."
"Yes, ya do."
Lindsay laughed at their bickering. "Well then how about this; When you guys come over to my house, you can both get me my beers," she said with a laugh as she ate her ice cream.
Danny pouted. "I do not whine.." he said quietly with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Yeah ya do, ya drama queen," Flack smirked, sticking a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
"Flack, shut up."
Lindsay looked at Danny with harsh eyes. "If you don't whine then what was that, Danny?" she asked him with a teasing tone. "That's all right I still love you honey," she said with a laugh.
Danny groaned lightly before sighing. "I swear, some days, I hate you all," he joked.
Flack smirked, not saying anything as he ate his ice cream.
Lindsay just looked up at Danny with harsh eyes. She knew he didn't hate her... Ever.
Danny looked at Lindsay a bit, biting his tongue lightly. "I was being sarcastic."
Flack grinned. "Ya sure 'bout that?"
Danny shot Flack a dirty look a second later.
Lindsay leaned into Danny and then eyed Flack. She snuggled into Danny's arms, never breaking her glare with Flack the whole time.
Danny gently wrapped his arm around Lindsay, taking to glaring at Flack as well.
Flack looked up from his bowl once he finished his ice cream, tensing when he fell face to face with their glares. He pressed back against the couch, completely ridged as he looked at them. "Y-yes?"
Lindsay couldn't hold her straight face anymore, she just started to laugh. "Ever feel like you're being watched Don?" she asked with a smile.
Danny tried hard to keep his 'poker face' on for as long as possible.
"Yeah… And now I'm wondering if you two are the raccoon eyes I see in my window every night," Flack said with a raised eyebrow, looking at Danny curiously before looking to Lindsay.
Lindsay laughed a little before resting her head on Danny's chest. "I don't have raccoon eyes, I have very nice eyes I'm told," she said with a giggle.
"You do, it's just sometimes I get curious about who's starin' at me in the middle of the night," Flack smirked.
Danny finally cracked into a grin. "Flack, are you coming back to work tomorrow?"
Flack paused, tilting his head to the side. "Tryin' to, depending if Mac restricts me from the office or not."
Lindsay shrugged. "He might not let you. I know if I was your boss, I wouldn't let you," she told both of them.
Flack frowned. "Well, I wanna go in and grab some paperwork… Or somethin' to keep me busy, at least! I've been itching to do something constructive for weeks," he said with a sigh. "I feel perfectly fine."
Danny smiled lightly at what Lindsay said. "But the final decision always comes down to Mac, ah?"
Lindsay nodded. "Yeah, paperwork is probably the only thing you're going to get to do though, I don't know. If you can convince Mac that you're going to be alright, then he might just let you work," she said.
"Hey, Danny and I were bawling it out on the floor not too long ago, I think I'd be okay," Flack began. "I'm...just not looking forward to re-evaluation."
Danny smirked. "Yeah, those guys might have something to say.."
Lindsay shrugged again. "They can kiss my ass, I hate going through that type of thing." Lindsay said as she rested her head on Danny's shoulder once more. "You'll do just fine, Don."
Flack's eyebrow shot up at the use of the phrase. "Hopefully," he replied before changing the pace a bit. "So Montana, when was the last time you wore shitkickers and ate prairie oysters?" he questioned.
Danny's face went blank at the question before blinking. He just got lost in one question. The hell was the man talking about?
Lindsay looked at him like he was nuts when he mentioned prairie oysters. "Prairie oysters? Never, don't want 'em. Shitkickers? Just last week," she said with a smile. She was a true country girl after all.
Danny looked between Lindsay and Flack, looking truly lost. "The hell are shitkickers and prairie oysters?" he asked, his brow furrowing.
Flack was trying not to split his side with laughter. "Cowboy boots and bull's balls, Danny."
Danny's face contorted when Flack said bull's testicles. Flack just killed himself laughing. "You're the one who ate the bugs!" Flack said between laughs, clutching his sides.
Danny stood and grabbed a pillow, whacking Flack over the head a few times. "You lug nut!"
Flack took a moment to calm down, now sprawled out on the couch from laughing and trying to stop Danny from hitting him. He was grinning away, one hand resting on his stomach as the other wiped his eyes. "I loved that expression," he said. It was soon he had a hard time figuring out if his side was really hurting, or if it was hurting from laughing too hard.