A/N: Hey just rolling right along with this one… I was involved in some major chaos with turkey day and all that family stuff and now Christmas and then a trip to LONDON!!! Uh… it was absolutely amazing and made my life complete…and then I got sick twice… but I'm gonna keep on writing cause the recent episodes with Flack have given me some inspiration… ;D
THANKS TO Forest Angel and Soccer-Bitch… not that many reviews this time around but it is rather soon to write another chapter but oh well… and to those that have favorite-ed me again please don't be afraid to leave a review XD I love to see what you guys think considering that I think my stuff really isn't that good compared to others that I've read that I always think is amazing!!
Disclaimer: CSI: NY characters aren't mine…I'm not that brilliant but Vicki Lawrence and all the other characters are mine…
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Don rolled up in his truck on the edge of the crime scene tape, strutting his way, very purposefully, up to Mac, as he stared at the scene around him. Mac turned, feeling his presence, and nodded to him.
"So what exactly is going on?" Flack questioned. He looked and saw Tyler in handcuffs getting looked at by an EMT.
Mac walked Flack towards the factory. "It's pretty cut and dry, like I said, but I just feel it's too easy. A nearby apartment called hearing the gunshot, and the officers that arrived at the scene entered and found the body in the river, with Tyler over there lying inside the factory, a gun in his hand, surrounded by a pool of blood. He claims he didn't do it." At that Flack gave a wry chuckle to which Mac just nodded with a smile. "There are too many beer and whiskey bottles around the perimeter of the scene to be just from Tyler, and there are tire treads from a car that wasn't here when the cops arrived. And from the looks of the tread marks they left in a hurry and the rubber on the pavement is still fresh."
"So what does it mean Mac?" Flack questioned getting frustrated from the evidence and lack of straight answers.
"I'm not exactly sure but you know it's all connected. Maybe you should go talk to Tyler." Mac said noting Don's growing frustration with the scene around him. Mac knew he would find plenty of answers but without Don's seething hovering. Flack noticed Mac's annoyance with his frustration and nodded walking towards where Tyler sat at the edge of the ambulance.
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Tyler sat there with his head in his hands with a shocked look on his face, which to Don looked just a little too convenient. Tyler's head bolted up, relief flooded him when he noticed Flack's approach. Finally, there was someone to back him up instead of looking at him like he was guilty.
Flack jabbed a finger in his chest for emphasis on every word, letting all of his pent up anger ooze out at Tyler. "I thought I specifically told you not to do anything! And now look at ya… you're covered with the victims blood and in bracelets!" Flack waved his arms looking and waiting for an explanation.
"I didn't! You gotta believe me man! They got me drunk and then tried to convince me to kill the guy but I didn't! They did!" Tyler said shaking his hands making the handcuffs crackle as the metal rubbed up against each other.
"Who's 'they'?" Flack questioned him, looking him in the eye. Flack always had this gut instinct that had never let him down, never, not once and he could see that somehow Tyler might not be lying.
Tyler winced looking away. This made Flack growl out loud in anger and anguish. He wasn't going to rat out his guys. If Tyler didn't talk, he'd have to put him away until the evidence the CSI's put together proved him innocent. He looked to one of the blues waiting to put him in a car and take him down to be booked. He waved his hand and said: "Get him outta here!" At this Tyler tried to lunge at Flack to plead for him not to but another cop assisted the one Don had ordered to take Tyler away. And he was taken away, all the while screaming for Flack to see the truth.
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Danny looked on from a distance, camera in hand, as he took a short break from the camera lens to not strain his eyes. He saw how frustrated Flack was, but understood. When someone close to loved ones was involved in a crime, it was painful for everyone involved. And the whole situation with Vicki was still not over, which only added to the growing pile. Lindsay came up beside him and saw Danny's worried look. They were all worried for Flack. The whole case was just getting too personal and it was only getting worse.
"Do you think he'll be ok?" Lindsay asked touching his hand with hers. Danny closed his eyes, relishing the contact, and the relief that for once it wasn't him involved in something so personal, and nodded in response. Still, they were all scared Don would crack under the pressure of everything that was going on and do something he didn't want to do, like do something against the oath of his job or to break up with Vicki. God forbid he should do that, Danny thought, if he did… I dunno what he'd look like without her around. He had to admit that this was one of the girls Flack dated that he actually liked.
Mac walked over to the couple and Lindsay took her exit to continue gathering and bagging the bottles around the perimeter of the crime scene. "See anything?" Mac asked Danny. Danny had the closest affiliation to the mob than anyone had in the team, so he had almost an insider's point of view.
"You want my opinion?" Danny questioned with a raised eyebrow, wondering why Mac would even ask about opinions before the evidence was done being gathered and analyzed.
"More of your gut reaction, a theory." Mac explained with a knowing smirk. Danny walked around, Mac following close behind.
"At first glance… I don't think he did it Mac. It doesn't make any sense. How'd the body get from the scene of the crime to the river? And there's no way the kick back from that tiny revolver could've kicked him all the way the floor to knock 'im out. From the slide marks on the floor I'd say the victim was over there and Tyler was forced to watch his death and probably slid backward on the blood and brain matter. He isn't the killer Mac, he might've wanted to for Vicki's sake, but in the end, he's almost as much of a victim as the John Doe is in the chair. But the question is… who really pulled the trigger?"
"That's what the evidence and Tyler's account is going to tell us." Mac said as they finished gathering evidence.
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Back at the precinct Tyler fidgeted in the hot seat that was made out of hard, cold, uncomfortable steel, waiting for Don, someone, anyone, to walk in. He never felt more uncomfortable dressed in police sweats. They had needed his clothes for evidence. It didn't mattered what he wore, he still felt naked to the world. It was as if someone had stripped him naked and put him on display for the whole world to witness, to judge. He didn't know what this was going to do to Courtney, to wake up and find him not at home, not with any of their family or friends. He groaned at the thought and put his head down, because of a growing hang over headache that was starting to set in right between his eyes. That was when the door slammed open and shut, as Don took a seat in the chair across from Tyler. Tyler tried to open his mouth to speak but was immediately silenced.
A dozen or so crimes scene photos were thrust in front of him, all had their own version of extreme graphicness. Tyler turned away from the grotesque images feeling the memories flash back in his memory with painful intensity. The headache was turning into an almost full-blown migraine. He had always been the sick one in the family; never able to help out, or do much, and this was only further proof as the throbbing pain circled around his head. Flack moved to sit on the edge of the table facing Tyler. "I know. Ugly, aren't they? Not as ugly as you being locked up is going to do to your wife." Flack said cuttingly.
"Don't talk about my wife! And you can't lock me up! I didn't do anything." Tyler said stubbornly.
"Oh no?" Sarcasm dripped from Flack's mouth. "We've got your prints on the damn gun, Tyler! We've got a whiskey bottle with your DNA, prints, all over it and the victim's blood is on your shirt. There isn't one piece of evidence that doesn't put the murder on your hands."
"What about the tire marks?" Tyler said pulling up the photo. It was part of his defense but it was more to block out the light from the windows that were making him nauseous. "The piece of evidence that doesn't fit. Where's my get away car?"
"I dunno maybe your boys didn't really get you drunk. Maybe you were just faking, while they were actually drunk and you went into the factory to take care of business. And when you pulled the trigger and knocked yourself out, they chickened out but dumped the body in the river and bolted." Flack said getting up into his face.
"Ha-ha, lovely story. Speculation. It's not true! NOW LET ME OUTTA HERE!!" Tyler said making a move to get up. He felt like he was descending into nothingness and fast. The walls were starting to blur and spin. Flack however shoved him by his shoulder back into the chair.
"Uh-unh. You're not getting outta here until you start giving me some answers, or at least some names." Flack said in his ear jabbing his fingers into the pictures that lay on the table.
"You want some answers? Here's an answer. I didn't do it! I'm innocent!" Tyler said grabbing at his hair wildly with his hands. He could feel pain ebbing from the bridge of his nose around his skull and down through his neck and shoulders. Even his hair felt pain. It was like the pain was ocean waves of needles stabbing him repeatedly but still ebbing, in, out, in, out, and it was only getting worse as he squinted his eyes shut.
"Listen. Tyler. Please. Why don't you prove it? End all of this and tell me who killed this guy. If you do, it'll probably lead me straight to whoever shot at Vicki, and me and who put the hit out on her. Come on. Tell me! WHO PULLED THAT TRIGGER?" Don grabbed at Tyler's sweatshirt as he screamed when a rapping came from the two-way mirror and he opened the door. "He stays here!" He yelled at the officer waiting in the room before walking into the room behind the two-way mirror, where Mac and Hawkes waited for him. "Yeah? Did you get something?" He asked his friends desperately. The only thing he wasn't getting enough of was answers and without answers he couldn't protect Vicki.
"No, we want you to back off of Tyler for a little while." Hawkes said with concern. He looked to the window with that look that Don knew only too well as his doctor look.
"We think he might be in pain and Hawkes wants him checked out before you continue." Mac said sternly. The last thing he wanted for this precinct was a lawsuit spattered all over the eleven o'clock news.
"Oh come on Mac, I almost got him! He's gonna give 'em up!" Flack said as if they were kidding, making him stop in the middle of an interrogation.
"We still don't have all the evidence together yet. We can't prove anything he says in there. Right now its hearsay. What do you think about him, Hawkes?" Mac questioned looking to Hawkes for some answers.
"He looks like he's in pain, Mac. It's probably a migraine, look at the way he's sweating and turning away from light. He doesn't need to be yelled at. He needs pain medication and some rest because otherwise his confession or information might not be viable in court." Hawkes said matter-of-factly.
"Ok that's good enough for me. Don you take off and grab some lunch. Come back in a couple of hours. By then some of the evidence will be processed and Tyler might be more willing to give us the information that we need." Mac said walking out to go back to the lab.
"Mac you can't be serious!" Don said incredulously. He was a witness, at the very least a suspect. They needed to get the information out of him now.
"I'm perfectly serious, Flack. Really. Go grab some lunch; you weren't even supposed to be in here in the first place. And, there really isn't much else that you can do now." Mac said walking out. He knew Don was impatient and wanted answers but there's only so much you can get out of an almost incapacitated witness.
"Fine." Don said giving up. He couldn't eat. He couldn't even sleep, even if Vicki would be in his arms. Then he realized that's exactly what he needed to do. He needed to be around her, at the very least to clear his head. His thoughts had been rushing around his head in big swirls at a mile a minute all day. Trying to see if he could run through all the scum that he knew, to get maybe a whiff, even a clue, as to where to look for the ones responsible for this mess, but the more he looked, the more there was nothing. He needed to get away. At this, Don rushed out from the precinct grabbing his coat, running to his car.
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Tyler had his cheek against the cool steel, table, about the only relief that was quickly turning into a bad idea, as it was making things worse, the pain almost returning ten-fold, when someone walked in. Suspiciously, the door was closed very lightly. Tyler was glad he made sense of anything at this point. His eyes were blinded by pain and he didn't even think he would have the power to lift up his head. It felt like it was the size of a boulder. A tray was set in front of him with some doctor equipment and two pills, with a glass of water, and some toast. He looked up with his eyes, the only movement he could manage, to see the black detective from the factory looking down on him.
"What do you people want? Can't you see that I have a migraine? Stupid hangover." Tyler grumbled. He closed his eyes and let out a groan of pain, talking only made it worse.
"I know that's why I'm here. I'm Dr. Hawkes." Hawkes said extending his hand. Tyler looked back over and was cautious but shook the good doctor's hand anyway. "With your permission, I think I should examine you and make sure everything's ok. And then you can take this pain medication, eat some toast, and go to sleep in a cell, all to yourself, until Detective Flack gets back from lunch." Dr. Hawkes said this with a friendly smile on his face waiting for Tyler's response. To Tyler, everything about this seemed a little too nice.
"Why help me? I'm a suspect remember." Tyler said finally but slowly lifting his head from the table. The room spun way to fast than was allowable and he put his head in his hands with a groan. "Alright! My hangover concedes, you can go ahead and do your thing, Doc." Tyler said leaning against the back of his chair.
"Now you have nothing to worry about Tyler. I was a doctor, before I was a coroner, before I was a detective." Hawkes smiled as he put on a pair of gloves. He took out a tongue depressor, making Tyler say 'ah', and all the other particulars of a routine check up. He then gave Tyler, as promised, medication and made sure Tyler ate some toast, before he personally escorted him to a dark, cool cell block at the end of the precinct. Tyler graciously, and drowsily thanked him as he began to fall asleep on the bed, before Hawkes walked away, leaving another clean glass of water behind.
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Don walked through the door to Vicki's apartment calling out her name and the girls' names. They were nowhere to be found. He checked Vicki's bedroom where he found her snuggled up in the covers for a nap, with some tissues and a bowl of ice cream set aside on the nightstand. He sighed as he gathered up the mess.
This was doing even more to Vicki than it was to him. He couldn't imagine what it would be like for himself, if he were to be afraid to even leave his apartment. He had to make it up to her in some way. He went to the kitchen, shrugged out of his coat and decided he would make them some soup. It was cold outside today and he knew it would do her some good to be taken care of. He loosened his tie, rolled up his sleeves and began to make some soup and sandwiches.
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The puttering around in the kitchen made Vicki wake up from her nap. She looked around and noticed that someone had cleaned up her tissues and ice cream bowl. Her friends had conceded, and let her have some ice cream in her crying over Tyler and Don having to arrest him. She wondered who would've cleaned up; the girls said that they were going out shopping for their dates for the next weekend and wouldn't be back until dinner. She knew she had been alone. She laughed though, when she heard a metal object fall to the tile in the kitchen and Flack's voice curse out loud, of course it was Don. Who else would be cooking in her apartment? She changed out of her pajama pants, into a pair of jeans and walked out to the kitchen.
She watched Don set the table and laughed. For a guy, he was so domestic, such a homemaker. "Hey, scoundrel." She said quietly as he looked up when her foot pressed on a creaky floorboard.
He smiled at her and looked down at the meal, pulling out a chair. "Hey you. Sleep well?" Don asked, as she sat in the chair he offered for her to sit in.
He giggled into the kiss he placed on her head and walked over to his seat, as she yawned and rubbed the sleepies from her eyes. "Mm-hmm. Hey are you laughing at me?" She accused as she watched him sip some of his soup with a smile in his stare.
Don shrugged at her accusation. "I think your adorable that's all."
"Well that's good. Its better to be adorable than to be not adorable, I always say." Vicki smiled in agreement as she bit into a sandwich and swirled her soup. "Thanks for making lunch, this really hits the spot." She said as she stared into those blue eyes she couldn't help but get lost in.
"Not a problem. I was forced to anyway. Mac made me leave from work and grab some lunch. The case is just driving me crazy." Flack said putting down his food to run his hands through his hair, closing his eyes. Vicki bit her lip as she watched him, wishing she could do the same, as she got up from her chair.
"How come?" Vicki asked as she stood in front of him. Flack was about to answer but went silent as all of a sudden he opened his eyes and she was there, with the sexiest look in her eyes. He was speechless, the wind knocked out of him. It was as if all of the negative shit that had happened to him with in the span of twenty-four hours had vanished and he was back in her bed, kissing the hell out of her. She was adorable at times, yes, but also at moments like this, the sexiest thing he had ever laid eyes on. Something deep inside him ached, and it ached for her to be close to him. He reached out for her as he opened up his legs for her to stand between. But Vicki had other ideas as she swung her legs around him to straddle him in the chair.
She looked into his eyes as they were half-lidded, a ghostly blue she had never seen, his jaw tightened. There was so much worry and pain, worry for her, pain for him. She wanted to make it go away so she closed the gap between them, letting her lips slowly move over his mouth, slowly and gently, her tongue ran over his parting lips before entering his mouth. Her fingers tangled themselves into his hair; each finger savored the coolness of his black, sexy locks. The pads of her fingertips, meanwhile, gently massaged the parts of his head that they could find, his head moved with her movements and she swore if she kept going he would purr.
Don hugged her to himself. He never wanted to let go. In one little kiss, she burned him all the way through to somewhere he never knew existed. Flack didn't think she had any idea what she was doing to him either. With one kiss, she was healing his wounds that he had long built up, and easing his pain. He deepened the kiss with a needing ferociousness but quickly broke it to stand up. "Do you know what you do to me?" He asked as he carried her to the couch, her legs still wrapped around him.
Vicki shook her head no, biting her lip, as they landed horizontally on the couch. The sudden fall made Vicki laugh out loud in surprise. This was immediately followed by moans and gasps as Don began to literally devour her as he bit her ear, along her jaw, down her neck, and along her collarbone. Her moans in his ear only drove him on, as he pulled her body flush against him. She tried to focus on the fact that it was going way to fast but it just felt so good to be with him, to feel needed, like the way he needed her. That was when he kissed her, hard and slow so that she felt the kiss all the way to her toes that curled in delight. She sighed into the kiss. It was a sigh that she had never heard herself make, a sigh of pure ecstasy. They were about to kiss further, when Flack's cell phone broke the silence of the room. Flack growled in frustration but answered the phone.
"Yeah, Mac? Really? Great. Umm…" The 'Umm' was prolonged do to the fact that while he was on the phone talking, Vicki had taken the liberty of opening up his shirt and kissed along his jaw bone to the space of his neck just behind it before his ear. She licked the space and then blew on it, making Don's whole body shudder downward from his neck. Her legs wrapped around his thighs while her hands dug underneath his shirt, clawing down his back through his wife beater. His whole body went rigid and he lost his ability to form words. It was so silent as Vicki bit along other spots on his neck, that they could hear Mac trying to get Flack's attention. Flack shook his head and Vicki giggled into his neck as he regained his ability to talk. "Yeah, Mac. Yeah, I'm here. Yeah. Meet me there in 30. Ok. Bye."
A rumble was heard through his neck when Don hung up the phone, as he took a fistful of Vicki's long brown locks and forced his mouth onto hers. She moaned and giggled with delight into the bruising kiss. That was when he broke apart and looked into her eyes, now a stormy shade of jade, that were half lidded and trying not to roll into the back of her head. He had to admit that he now lived for moments like this. "Yeah…I gotta go." He said before kissing her on the lips once more before getting up.
Vicki sat up on her elbows looking at him in astonishment. "W-W-Why? You told Mac that you would meet him in a half an hour." She said pouting, following him to the door, which he opened while swinging on his jacket.
"I know but I gotta make it all the way to Brooklyn." He said apologetically.
"What's in Brooklyn?" Vicki said as he took her in his arms, running his fingers in her hair one last time as he kissed her hard, deep, and quick.
"A lead and Tyler's awake! I need to question him before I get there." He smiled as he rushed down the hall. He quickly shouted, "I love you!", before going down the stairs. Vicki shouted in kind, laughing to herself, as she closed the door. You could only hear the shouts of glee coming from her door in the hallway.
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Back at the precinct, in an interrogation room, Tyler, again, sat nervously in a chair alone. He knew this time that he had to say something, if not for his own sake, then for Vicki's. His family was dangerous if you crossed them, and in here he couldn't try to protect her from them.
He made the decision to give Carmine up; this was all his doing and not Tyler's. He needed to say something before it was too late. "Hey! Somebody! Anybody! I know you can hear me! Where's Flack? I've got a tell him before its too late!" He called out to the mirror he knew wasn't really a mirror at all. At his last call the young lady who was at the crime scene as well walked in.
"You're ready to talk?" Lindsay questioned him taking a seat in the chair across from his.
"Where's Flack?" Tyler asked, unsure of whom he should trust and whom he should tell.
"He's following a lead. He was going to come here to listen to what you had to say but traffic made him head straight to the lead. Now if you talk to me I'll make sure to tell him anything you tell me right away." Lindsay said to him, pleading to him for his support information.
"Well I got a name for ya, someone who was there last night. He orchestrated the whole thing. I'll give it to ya but you gotta let me go." Lindsay nodded in agreement. "Carmine Sassone. He's an older cousin, controls about half the city. I don't really know any of the other guys that were there. I usually never do. He had it all planned out, get me drunk with our buddies, fellow mob brats with nothing better to do but party and get drunk. We got to the factory all stumbling and drunk, and they went inside. I followed them in and then he threw on the lights. There was the old geezer sitting there all tide up. He gave me the gun first and tried to convince me to kill the guy, I almost did but I didn't. They were wailing on the guy like it was funny that he was gonna die. The guy kept on screamin' begging to get out but they just kicked him until he shut up. I looked down at the gun and realized how crazy the whole thing was. I threw it away; he took the gun and threatened to kill me after he killed the guy. I thought he was really going to do it. So as soon as he made me watch while he shot the guy, all of the guy's guts and blood got on me, I freaked and tried to run away. Fight or flight, ya know what I mean. That's when I slipped and fell backwards. After that everything is completely black." He looked to Lindsay who was watching him as he told his story.
"How did the gun end up in your hand in the morning?" Lindsay questioned him trying to put the missing pieces of his story together.
"God, you people don't listen!" Tyler shouted running his hands through his hair exasperated. "I told you guys he framed me! He stuck the gun in my hand before the cops got there." Tyler said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He watched as Lindsay's mind began to work and she told him to wait there before walking out. To this, Tyler groaned in frustration. She returned promptly with her kit. She took out a pad and a bottle of liquid.
"Let me see you hand." She ordered him as she blotted the liquid onto the pad. She wiped the pad on his hands in selective areas. She smiled at him showing the pad to him.
"So? There's nothing on it." Tyler said shrugging. He had no idea that she was proving his innocence.
"It takes forty-eight hours for gun shot residue to wear off after someone uses a gun. Lucky for you, you didn't shoot the gun, no residue." Lindsay said proudly. Finally the truth was out. "Stay here I'm going to call Mac and Don. You'll probably have to stay here until Flack gets back." Lindsay said apologetically before running out of the room grabbing her cell phone out of her pocket. She dialed Mac's number and waiting for his answer.
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Don arrived at the Brooklyn address in record time. He was in high spirits as he looked at the name Carmine Sassone in his note pad. He had definitely run into trouble with this family before. He saw Mac pull into a spot across the street and got out of the car waving to him. Mac walked across the street holding his evidence kit in one hand. This was strange to Flack seeing as how there was no scene to process.
"Expecting a crime scene?" Flack said sarcastically.
"No Lindsay just called while I was on my way over here. Your boy talked. He spilled the whole story. He said that Carmine shot the gun but the wiped it clean and stuck it in Tyler's hand. She's checking the bullets left in the gun for Carmine's prints and I'm gonna test for GSR, then we'll have no doubt he did it." Mac said catching Flack up before Flack rang the doorbell. A woman appeared at the door, she looked like she could've been a wife right out of the Sopranos, designer everything with a lot of jewelry and too much makeup.
"Can I help you?" She questioned the two men with an arch of an eyebrow. They both flashed their badges and she wordlessly let them in. She showed them to the kitchen and called for Carmine. Carmine burst out of the back of the house angrily. He was ready to shout at who ever disturbed him when he saw them standing their and they flashed their badges again. His demeanor changed completely when he greeted them.
"Officers, welcome to my humble abode, what can I do for ya?" He questioned sitting himself at the table.
Neither Flack nor Mac was buying it. Mac flashed the warrant that he had received immediately from a judge. Everyone had been waiting for a reason to take down this family. "We've got a warrant to test your hand for gun shot residue." Mac said proudly, knowing that they had him surrounded by evidence. Carmine was not going to go quietly. His face fell when Mac pulled out the warrant. Tyler must have talked, the ultimate betrayal. Carmine got up and started walking around his kitchen.
"You know detectives I'm real sorry that you had to come all the way down here. But you see the thing is…" Carmine started saying as he pulled out a kitchen draw to which Flack pulled out his gun unsure of what Carmine was doing. "…You guys assume that I'm going to come quietly but unfortunately for you…I'm not!" Carmine threw a knife of a size Mike Meyers would've applauded in their general direction. Flack shot his gun in defense hitting one of the cabinets. Carmine's wife went screaming into another section of the house, cursing the day she ever married him. The knife embedded itself in the wall and while Flack and Mac were diving away from it and making sure no one was hurt, Carmine ran out the back of his house. He ran into the back yard attempting to climb the fence to get away. Flack was quick to follow grabbing Carmine by the pants before he could hop onto his fence. He dragged Carmine to the floor hard. Carmine in the shock of it was unable to resist as Flack turned him over and slapped him with handcuffs.
"You know in this case I don't mind ya running, 'cause now we can take ya in and we don't need a reason." Flack said in Carmine's ear smugly picking Carmine up before dragging him away to cop cars that had been called by Mac in the house. An officer took him away from Flack to take him away.
Carmine wasn't going to go quietly. "You know all it takes is one phone call! One phone call and I'm outta there! You got nothin', nothin'!" Carmine shouted over his shoulder as the officer shoved him into the back seat of the squad car. Flack and Mac also got into their perspective trucks to head back to the precinct.
When they booked Carmine, the GSR was there loud and clear, DNA from the bottles put him at the scene, and fingerprints and partials found on the gun and bullets put it in his hands. The dead guy they found out had a rap sheet that was longer than Flack was tall, all of the crimes were murders of people he had been paid to kill and through the grapevine from undercover officers and other connections, they heard that Vicki had been next on his list and he had been paid in advance by Carmine. At this, Flack had let out a breath of relief. It was over and she was safe, finally safe.
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Flack was preparing to leave later that night after completing all of the paper work for the case and after a call to a relieved Vicki that she was finally free to live her life again. He exited the precinct into the cool air. With Carmine back off the streets he didn't worry about what was going to happen, people like Carmine who were unafraid of the law were scary and unpredictable. Less of them around was a damn good thing. He walked to his car and drove away, worry on his face fading making the weight of the past month fade away.
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A/N: Whew… long chapter. Lots of information… hope you guys can follow everything that's going on… please let me know what you think… always love the reviews. This one definitely took me a while… I kept on editing and editing and editing. Anyway… I hope you guys enjoy! I know I did ;D Review please loves!