Title: Their Love, Her Murder

Disclaimer: Serious slash. Slightly violent. Language.

POV: Danny

Introduction

My mind wanders. A young woman flashes by. The case I am- correction, was working on. I sit in the uncomfortably stiff chair. A glance over my shoulder shows my boss outside talking with Stella. Why haven't those two jumped each other yet? The attraction and sexual energy is obvious. Is it so wrong to answer those urges?

Stella quickly glances in my direction. There's a slight smile on her face. Mac doesn't look happy, though, as he enters his office. I close my eyes. I know what is coming. I can hear the words and Mac hasn't even opened his mouth.

"Mac, I'm sorry. Please-"

He puts his hand up. "Just listen to me Danny." I shut my mouth. "You have seriously compromised this investigation. We may not be able to catch the perp now. Now, I have talked things over with those in charge and they decided that I have the right to choose what happens to you."

The beat of my heart quickens. "I'm fired, aren't I?"

His face doesn't change. It's a loss of emotions. I wonder what would happen if I groveled? Would it save my job? At least if my job was over I would have my relationship. It wouldn't be a problem anymore. I realize that Mac is staring at me. Did he say something and he's waiting for a reply?

He places a case folder in the ever growing pile on his desk. "No, you are not fired. However, you are on probation. Screw up again and you're out. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're excused, you may leave now." He gestures to the door with his hand. I don't move as he flips open a different case file. He looks up when he realizes that I haven't budged.

"Is there something you want, Danny?"

"What about Flack?"

He sighs. "Detective Flack is not my problem. If his boss wants to fire him, than he can do so. I have no say in the matter." The tone of his voice told me that I had better leave or risk his temper.

I quickly remove myself from his office. That wasn't so bad. At least I still had my job. But what happened to Flack? Would they actually fire him? He was a good, no, great detective. I shake my head. How did I let this all happen? Too many lives have been affected because of my stupidity.

I bump into Hawkes, literally. He's walking backwards with a gurney between him and the new CSI, Lindsay. I haven't really talked with Lindsay Monroe. I was unhappy with Aiden being fired. Evidence tampering was, and is, bad, though. It is a serious crime. How horrible it would have been to be fired just a few months after Aiden had gone.

"So, do you still have a job?" Hawkes asks.

"Yes, unless I screw up again."

Lindsay stays quiet. "Guess you better be careful. Mac will be watching you like a hawk now, Danny," Hawkes warns.

"Hey, Daniel Messer, you have a visitor in the lobby. Some guy," a brunette in a lab coat tells me.

"Uh, guess I better go see who it is."

"We should be getting this body to the morgue anyway. Remember, be careful." Hawkes and Lindsay resume wheeling the dead person off to the morgue. Better them than me. The new morgue attendant gave me the creeps.

Flack was standing in the corner of the lobby. This was highly unusual. Why did he have to get someone to fetch me? He usually just walked into the lab.

"Flack?"

He turns to me. "Hey, Danny-boy. We need to talk."

I notice that something is off. Something in his voice. "Let's take it outside. Too many people here."

We mutually agree and step outside. Without talking we walk to the corner. Will Mac be mad that I met with Flack? I stop. Everything about Flack's mood is disturbing.

"What's going on? Why didn't you come and get me yourself?" I ask.

He looks at me with those amazing blue eyes of his. "I couldn't. Danny, they took my badge."