Title: Where were you when your world has ended?
Fandom: CSI: NY
Character: Don Flack, rest of the team
Pairing: mainlyFlack/Angell
Set In Time: March 2010 circa (Season six). The biggest difference: Pay Up happened, but Jess isn't dead... c'mon, I can't kill her!
Rating: T (some violence and blood and death and angst...)
Disclaimer: CSI: NY is not mine and never will be. I only own the killer and the general storyline. I'm earning no money, okay?
Author's note: English is not my first language; I just hope the fiction is understandable and simple to read. If you like to leave a review I'll be very glad. Please, be gentle, though; I'm fragile.
Prologue
Where were you when your world has ended?
Dark tie, ironed shirt and pants. So unusual. Waiting for the surgeon, sat in a waiting room. Looking at the doctor he had wished everything went well. He had almost spotted hope in the other man's eyes. But he had been wrong. His instinct had failed him again. They use to laugh about it. Used to. Well cut hair. Gun, holster, badge. It was almost like being back in the Academy. But the pain he was feeling was too much real.
Where were you when your world has ended?
She tied her hair in a serious and neat ponytail. Her bangs brushed slightly her eyebrows but the length was perfect: blowing it had been one of his favorite games. Before the accident, of course. Sat on that hard chair, Danny's hand stroking comfortably my shoulder. She hadn't misunderstood the doctor's sight. She had been able to see, in the man's eyes, the bottomless well of despair where her dreams had died. Everything ended in a blink of an eye. A slight touch of blush on her cheeks, in order to fake a healthy complexion. And, on her finger, that blinking ring as a endless pain reminder.
Where were you when your world has ended?
He grabbed his white gloves. His eyes were colored in their usual emotionless gray. On the crime scene, because it's the place where everything starts for me. But he suddenly realized that that was the place where things ended for someone else. And it hurt, because that specific someone else was taking away with him part of his existence. It'd be weird – and terrible – standing on future crime scenes without him. He put his watch on, his eyes finally showing the pain he was feeling.
Where were you when your world has ended?
Her curly hair didn't want to be kept in order and she was getting annoyed. Driving to the lab, the bullets safe in an evidence bag. Yes, she had had the bullets, the perpetrator had been arrested but the result had been terrible and tragic. The blood traces marring the bullets had been too much to see. She had been obliged to collect them, it's my job, but she had felt like she had been as culpable as the killer. It was an absurd thought, she knew it, but she couldn't help it. Closing her eyes, she tried to breathe normally, a task that seemed impossible. If she had been able to completely fall in love with someone, she would have chosen him.
Where were you when your world has ended?
Lucy was whining. She hoped the little girl didn't ruin her pressed uniform. At home with my baby. And my husband's voice... her husband's voice had been broken, trying to explain something impossible to explain. And it was impossible, indeed: among the unknowns of life he was the one who had been always there, laughing while telling one of his stupid jokes. The only brother she could have imagined to have. Lucy put her little head on her shoulder. The pain didn't disappear, though.
Where were you when your world has ended?
The barber's job had been good: the cut was elegant and simple, it suited him. On the crime scene, with Mac, staring at the terrible blood pool on the floor. His blood. Being a doctor, he had known the blood had been too much and that a miracle had been needed, but he had hoped 'till the end. He had survived the explosion, hadn't he? But when Mac had answered the phone, he had known. He checked his attire in the mirror. What had happened was among the probable tragedies in their line of job, he knew it. Like he knew his friend had never backfired from dangerous situations. But the pain was still there, gripping him.
Where were you when your world has ended?
He didn't own a neat uniform and he was glad. He knew he wasn't worth it. In front of the lab PC, listening at loud music through the earphones. I hadn't even heard the first call. His thoughts had immediately run to Sam. His little, sweet Sammie losing a vital part of her existence. He knew all his love and comfort could never fill up the void. But he was planning to get her through it, because he had trusted him in the first place. He wasn't going to disappoint him. He bent to tie his shoes, thinking at the polished black shoes of his – former, by now – coworker. A stab of pain stole his breath.
Where were you when your world has ended?
His wife had insisted he had to wore a tie. So, he had complied, but the choice didn't suit with her. He didn't mind. At all. In the morgue, so sure to have the best job in the world. My personal way to give dignity to the dead. But things had suddenly changed. For the first time ha hadn't want to give dignity, he would have preferred to look at him and laugh at his jokes. The weird color of the tie seemed to increase the pain.