Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, although I would like to.

Rated: M for slash, and language

Authors Notes: This is my first story that I've published

Chapter 4

Danny knew Flack was going to ask him something. He also knew that it was eating at him, he could tell he was nervous. He decided to leave it alone for now, just so he can ask him later and catch him off guard. Danny was sneaky like that, and can be pretty persuasive when need be.

"What were you gonna ask, Flack?" He was only gonna ask him once he decided, only on the off chance Flack got up enough courage to ask what he wanted.

"Nothing, it wasn't really all that important." He bluffed.

Danny didn't buy it, and he was pretty sure Flack knew that he wasn't buying it. But he was going to let it go for now. It was all part of a bigger plan. He was going to figure it out one way or another. Even though it was going to kill him waiting.

Finally it was time for them to touch down. It seemed like they had been on the plane for an eternity, when really it was only 4 hours or so. But Danny is the impatient kind of guy; even sitting in one place for longer than 5 minutes kills him. He was just ready to get off the damn thing.

After they got off the planes there were a couple of guys standing at the end of their terminal waiting for them. They were bigger guys, and didn't look like any of the CSIs back in New York. They looked more the secret service men, or bodyguards. Danny was actually pretty intimidated by them.

"Are Mr. Messer and Mr. Flack?" the younger looking man said to them.

"Yes, sir. I'm Danny Messer."

"And I'm Detective Don Flack." He interjected

"I'm James Brown, and this is my partner Brian Reynolds. We have a car outside that will transport you over to Tampa CSI headquarters, where you two will be debriefed about the current investigation." He said with a friendly smile.

The two men turned around to lead Danny, and Flack to their belongings. Danny caught Flack staring at him, and when he looked up Flack winked at him, and he couldn't help but blush. He hated that Flack could make him as crazy as a little boy with his first crush. But at the same time he loved it.

Once they arrived at the CSI headquarters the two detectives they had met at the airport led them to the lead detective's office. It was really uninviting, but that's something that should kind of be expected, when you're in a field that involves death on a daily basis. They stepped in and Danny looked around trying to take everything in.

"Mr. Messer, Mr. Flack, I'm Lead Detective Roger Maser, I will be assisting you on this case. Any questions pertaining to the case, I'll be the one to answer them. Detective Taylor said you two were the best in the business, so I trust you to handle this case with great care so nothing gets lost in transit."

"Yes sir, you have our word." Flack assured him, speaking for the both of them.

"Okay, well let's get started. We have two victims as of now, and we believe the dead body your team found is our third person. There could be more out there. We don't know if the suspect started here, or in NY, but with our findings we're pretty sure he's left a couple more scattered across other states. The two victims are both female, their ages are between 20 to 22. They are both of Caucasian descent, and have brunette hair, and they are close in height and body type. From what I understand, Detective Taylor said that held true as well with the body he found in New York. Currently we're running a missing persons report to see if there are anymore that match that body type."

"Do you have any details about the suspect?' Danny asked

"Well from the methods he used with these women, we believe that he's had plenty of experience before. The way he's targeting these women, we believe his mother, or another important female figure abused him as a child, possibly in his life. We think he drives trucks for a living, which is why he is able to transport these women without suspicion. We also have reason to believe that he has already left Florida by now."

"What about weight stations? Has he caught any suspicion from there?"

"Well that's the problem. From what I can assume with this, most weigh stations only weigh during the morning, most of them close down by nightfall. We haven't had any reports with any reason to believe he's been there. I'm guessing he's driving at night to avoid difficulty with that. What we can do is pull records from all the weigh stations along the major highways in Florida from the past week or so and see if they have records of over-weight trucks. But that gets tedious and is almost like trying to find a needle in a haystack. But it's worth a shot."

"What evidence do you have as of now?"

"Well, he wasn't very kind with the women he has killed. Both of them were very brutally raped, and even worse, post mortem. But we're assuming when he raped them he used a condom because there is no trace of semen whatsoever. We have yet to find a condom at either of the crime scenes. But he choked both of them with heavy rope, and when we found them they were shackled to the wall, naked. Each one was stabbed 27 times, in the same precise manner. 4 times in each breast, 8 times in the genital area, 5 times in the stomach, and 3 times in each leg."

At this point, Danny wanted to throw up, and was wishing Mac had never put him on this case. He's seen a lot in his career as a CSI, but this has got to be one of the worst cases he's ever had to work. This was going to be a lot harder than he had anticipated. That was for damn sure.

"Ok, well now that I've explained everything to you, it's late the day and I understand you need to grab some food, and get rested up. Be here tomorrow at 9, and we'll start processing, and looking through anything and everything that link our case to yours. Have a good night, and see you bright and early."

"Alright, Detective, have a good night, and we'll be at our best." Flack said in response.

Once they got in the car, both men sat in silence. Danny still couldn't wrap his head around this case. How could any one person get that brutal, and that torturous? He was floored, and was honestly scared for what tomorrow would bring. For now he just wanted to relax. He spent all day in an airplane, and didn't want to spend another minute thinking about this case until he had to.

"So, Donnie, what were you gonna ask me earlier?"

"Donnie? Ya got a pet name for me already?" Flack said with a laugh

"Yeah, and if ya got a problem with it. Well, then I don't know what to tell ya."

He could see Flack was debating whether or not to ask the question. He could tell he was also a bit nervous as well. He already spilled his feelings, what could be worse than that?

"Shit man, just come out with it already. It can't be that bad." This was all apart of Danny's plan.

"Yeah, and if it is ya gotta promise not to give me any shit about it." Flack knew he was defeated at this point, and Danny loved every second of it.

"Fine. I promise." Danny wasn't going to give up.

"Do you… Do you want to go on a date with me on one of our free days?" Flack said with his staring straight at the road, his gaze not faltering.

"Now that wasn't so bad. What were you scared of? Me saying no? Well ha fuckin' ha, there ain't a chance in hell I'd turn down a man with as pretty o' face as yours." Danny said with a huge grin.

He caught Don stealing a sidelong glance and a smile on his face. Danny leaned closer to the other man, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Aw c'mon Dan, don't go all sappy on me now." Flack joked.

Then without warning the other man took his hand off the wheel and gave Danny a playful punch.

"You're such an ass." He gave Flack his best mock-glare, all while trying not to laugh.

The bantering continued until they arrived at the hotel, where the two boys got checked in. Danny had to admit he was a little nervous at spending the night with Flack. Sure, he's spent the night with him, but under completely different terms. He could only hope for the best.