CRACK!
The chair broke and he toppled to the floor. Stunned, he sat there and watched as Stella rushed towards him.
" Flack, you okay?" She gasped, bending down to him.
Don blinked, his lower lip trembling and shook his head. " No." He whispered.
" Aw.." Stella tilted her head and smiled at him. " Things okay on your first day?"
He shook his head and told her all of what had happened. It was hard to keep from laughing and she managed to just force a nervous, small smile. " Well, Flack. Now you're at work. Maybe things will get better, right?"
Stella was wrong.
Mac had sent Don into the lab to get some test results, and he'd leaned over to look at one of Chad's experiments and FOOM! his face was singed and he was glaring at the beaker. Then he'd been on his way to talk to the Chief and the elevator had broken down. And when they'd opened the roof of the elevator to get him out, the panel had hit him in the head.
It was beyond annoying in Don's mind. All he wanted to do was cry for his mommy, clutch a teddy bear and cry his eyes out.
Finally, Mac decided it'd be good to get him out and about on a case. Fresh air, right? Well…
We've seen what fresh air did to Don the first time round…
CSI:NY
"… The vic's uncle said that she was seeing a guy named Ricky Fields… I'm thinking maybe she was on her way to see him and.." Somewhere a car backfired and Don jumped a mile, interrupting his own sentence.
Lindsay had to keep from laughing, so turned away to hide her smile and frowned at a group of Police officers, led by a woman coming towards them.
The woman suddenly pointed a finger at Don and screamed " HIM! HE'S THE MAN WHO HURT MY LITTLE GIRL!"
Don gaped and gasped as two police officers charged at him. " BUT I'M--"
Too late. He was tackled.
Author's Note: Aw, Poor Flackie. I feel mean.. almost. I love seeing the poor guy in all these scrapes. And what did the woman mean, "hurt my child" ? Guess you'll just have to wait and see!
