City of Angels

Summary: Don Flack heads to Los Angeles for a much need vacation and ends up involved in a homicide investigation. Since the perp is a suspect in several NY investigations, the team heads out to LA to help close the case. Contains spoilers for season finale. Rating for later chapters. Flack/OC

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: NY or any of the characters. If you recognize it, it ain't mine.

Warning: This fic has some spoilers for the CSI:NY finale. If you haven't seen the finale, you won't want to read this fic until you do.

Chapter 1: Heading to LA

Detective Don Flack, of the NYPD CSI unit stared bored out of the airplane window. Mac Taylor, his boss and friend, had ordered him to take this vacation. Running a tired hand over his face he thought about the last two months and how he had ended up here, on a plane to Los Angeles.

There had been bomb scares all over the city. Mac and the rest of the CSIs had discovered that the bombs were triggered by cell phones that were attached to the bombs. All the perp had to do was call the cell phone and the bomb would detonate.

He and Lindsay had been sent to evacuate one of the buildings that were believed to be targeted. Lindsay had been outside helping to try and keep the panicked flow of people heading in the right direction, while he'd gone in to find a little boy who had been separated from his mother. He'd searched all over and hadn't found the kid when Lindsay radioed him to say the kid had been grabbed by a Good Samaritan who had noticed him wandering, and was now reunited with his mother. Grateful that the kid was safe and that he could leave, he'd been less than fifty feet from the exit when the bomb had blown.

He didn't remember what had happened after that but Stella and Mac had filled him in. When the call had gone out to all police personnel that the building had blown, the rest of the CSI team, looking for clues had arrived at the scene. When no radio contact was made with Lindsay or Flack, Stella had realized that something was wrong.

"There are at least two NYPD cops in there!" Stella had yelled at the fireman who was barring the CSIs and other cops from entering.

"Ma'am, the building hasn't been cleared. It's not safe to go in there yet." The fireman had replied trying to placate the angry detective.

"I don't care. Two members of my team are in the blast zone, and they may be hurt. If I get hurt it's my own damn fault." Mac had said, signaling for the rest of the team to follow.

They'd found Lindsay knocked unconscious just outside the door, with pieces of debris covering her and a nasty cut across her head. Danny had carried her back to the ambulances parked outside the blast zone to make sure she was taken care of while the rest of the team had searched for Flack. It had been Sheldon who had suggested calling Flack's phone; they might be able to hear the ringing and follow it to him. When the sound came from the main hallway they were surprised. Mac had been the one to spot Don's foot. They had shoved a piece of drywall that had been blown loose off of him and realized he was trapped beneath a fallen girder.

Rescue crew had rushed in at Mac's call and had been able to pry the beam off of him. He'd woken up in the hospital nearly a week later with broken ribs, a punctured lung, and a dislocated shoulder on top of bad bruising and a badly swollen skull. The doctor had said that he must have been near the point of origin, because the impact had blown him into a wall, which was when he'd cracked his skull. The fallen girder had resulted in the broken ribs and punctured lung, and its impact had slammed his shoulder into the wall behind him, dislocating it. The blast itself had left shrapnel and burns on his body that had further worsened his condition. The doctor had finished off by saying if he hadn't made it to the hospital when he did, he would have died from the punctured lung.

He'd been in physical therapy ever since he'd been cleared to leave the hospital. The team had caught the bastard who'd set the bombs, and he was expected to go to trial within the week. Don knew that was part of why Mac had sent him away; so he'd get a break from the drama that had surrounded him since the bomb. At least one good thing had come of the bomb; Danny had finally gotten the balls to ask Lindsay on a date, since she'd woken up in his arms in the ambulance. He remembered the grin on Messer's face when he told him that when she'd woken up to see him there, she'd thrown her arms around his neck and kissed him. Don had laughed and said she must have hit her head really hard, if she wanted to kiss him.

So now, here he was, headed towards a week of relaxation and anonymity in Los Angeles. It had been Stella's idea. "Why don't you go someplace with sunshine, Flack? Try California, at least you'll be able to get a tan." She'd said with a smile. Flack groaned, he hated the cramped feeling he got whenever he flew. He couldn't wait to get off the plane. He still wasn't sure why he'd decided to go to California.

Well, at least he could lie out on the beach.

A/N: Well I thought up this idea when I saw the expanded preview for the season finale on I had heard rumors a few months ago that a new CSI might come out in the next year or so, so this is going to be a lead in to a CSI: Los Angeles, just like CBS did the tie ins for Miami and NY respectively. Reviews are greatly appreciated.