Note From The Author—So by popular demand and out of my sheer desire to have someone punch Danny square in the face, here we have a second chapter. This makes me feel so much better and I'm sure all of the frustration will melt away the moment that Danny gets knocked on his ass. Thanks and enjoy

Disclaimer—I don't own the CSI: NY characters

Unbeknownst to Lindsay and Flack, Stella was standing outside the interrogation room. She had walked up just as Lindsay had let him hold her and though she didn't know exactly what was going on, she could see that Lindsay was grieving. She felt a tear slip down her cheek as she watched them; clearly there was something really wrong. Though she hated to interrupt them there were three cops on their way towards the room, and she knew that Lindsay wouldn't want them to walk in when she was in such a vulnerable state.

Reluctantly and quietly Stella slipped the door open. Flack saw her come in and their eyes met. She saw anger and sadness battling for dominance in the bright blue and knew that something big was going down. "I'm so sorry guys; there are three uniforms on their way in here. I didn't think…" She let the rest go unsaid.

Lindsay pulled away from Don and shook her head. "No, it's okay. Thanks Stella." She turned back to Flack. "Thank you Flack, for being here."

He shook his head. "Not any kind of problem. If you need anything Linds you know where to find me."

She nodded and they embraced quickly before she headed out of the room. She stopped briefly and Stella reached out to squeeze her hand before she continued on her way. "We'll talk," she told the older woman before she left.

When Lindsay had gone Stella turned to see Flack leaning heavily against the table. "Don what's going on?"

He shook his head. "She's hurting Stell. I'm guessing you'll be the next on her list to tell about it so for now I'll just say it's about Danny and it isn't good."

"I figured. I knew something was wrong, I just didn't think it was that bad."

"It is," he told her grimly. He straightened up to adjust his tie before he too went for the door. "At the moment I've got something to take care of."

She reached out to stop him with a hand on his arm before he could leave. "Don…"

Flack smiled half heartedly at her. "Don't worry Stell, I'm not going to do anything stupid like try and get away with murder. I know too well that I'd get caught." He laid his hand over hers for a moment. "I promise." She simply nodded and let him go.

Not even half an hour later Flack found himself outside of Danny's apartment. He was having a horrible time trying to corral his anger, but since he fully intended on unleashing it moments later he really didn't care any longer. He knocked and waited.

Danny opened the door moments later looking like hell. "What do you need Flack?"

Don found he couldn't even say a word. Figuring it was better that way he simply let loose and before either of them knew it his fist had connected hard with Danny's jaw and he was sprawling out on the floor of his apartment. "You son of a bitch," he finally forced out.

"What the hell is your problem?" Danny asked as he dragged himself to his feet.

"What the hell is my problem?" Flack asked, advancing into the apartment. "You ask me what the hell my problem is. Well let me educate you a little bit Messer. You see all of this wet that's barely drying on my shirt? That's from Lindsay's tears. You wanna ask me again why I've got a problem?"

For a moment Danny couldn't find any words. Then he hung his head and spoke again. "I screwed up man."

His eyes were flashing with anger. "You screwed up? You screwed up? That's all you're going to say to me? You slept with Rikki Danny, that's a whole lot more than screwing up!" he yelled. "If you have any possible explanation for throwing away the best thing that you've ever had without a thought then now would be a good time to tell me. If not I've got no problem laying you out flat all over again."

"I don't have an explanation Flack. We were both hurting and for a while we both felt better."

"That's not good enough reason. Actually that's not a reason at all. I can't believe you could be this stupid." He wanted nothing more than to pop him again but he knew that Danny's reflexes were excellent and it wasn't likely that he'd get another shot off. "You've been telling her all this time that you just needed to work things out on your own and then you go and pull something like this."

"Flack…"

Flack shook his head. "I don't want to hear it Danny. You have no idea how completely you broke her heart. She's in love with you and now she's questioning everything you ever had together. After everything she's been through I can't believe you would ever be such a bastard. I spent twenty minutes today holding on to her while she literally wept over you."

Danny shook his head. "I don't know what to do man."

"I'm not sure there's anything you can do. After what you pulled she feels like just another woman in the string of Messer conquests." Disgusted and shaking his head he turned to leave. Just before he shut the door behind him he turned back. "You screwed up something amazing Danny; and to be perfectly honest with you, it'll be a miracle if you ever get her back. You ask me, you don't deserve her. Maybe you never did."