Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: NY, yadda yadda yuh, I do however own the idea that wouldn't stop badgering me until I wrote it down (Yay, I own something)

I am officially making this a prequel – one of them – for my story Secrets. This takes place a year before Secrets so Danny is fourteen. So Danny can't ride his Harley (he's saving it for when he's sixteen).

Would you rather that this be separate? That Danny be his regular age? Tell me and I'll rewrite this chapter accordingly.

Pic of his skateboard can be seen here: .com/art/Danny-s-Skateboard-131121296

This is a two or three-shot, spoilers for episode 4.13 are still fair game. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and I give you virtual Chip's Ahoy cookies cuz I can't bake worth a darn. Hope you still like it, Love, Brownie. P.S if you know any spoilers for season 6, feel free to tell me. And, please, if you read, Review!

Little Brothers

Chapter 2: Picture at Nine

"Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero." Marc Brown

Flack tried to make himself think like Danny, 'If I was Danny and I was looking for Ollie Barnes, where would I go?' He pondered on it for a minute before a light bulb went off in his head, 'Of course, I would start from the beginning: The Bails and Bonds Office.' And so that was where he went.

It was three miles away, but thanks to New York traffic (there was nothing like it) he got there in ten minutes. Don looked around and he knew that he'd guessed right when he spotted Danny's skateboard leaning against inside of the mirrored wall of the building. Safe in the knowledge that Danny was there since he called the thing his "most prized possession", Dan sat on the hood of his car and waited, letting his thoughts drift back to a few years ago, when Danny was at the tender age of nine.

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Five years ago, Don Flack's apartment

Twenty-four year Don Flack watched his "brother" color at the dining table and listened attentively as the little guy rambled on about skateboards from his spot in the kitchen, where he was trying to put together a meal of hamburgers and fries.

A loving smile covered his face when he saw Danny poke his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and knit his eyebrows together in concentration; a Kodak moment, if any. It was times like these, when he was with Danny, that Don wished he had a camera. 'Note to self: buy a camera.'

Don had met Danny about a year ago – well two times, but he didn't really want to talk about the first time and he was pretty sure Danny didn't either – when he'd volunteered to join the Big Brothers program at the local community center. He'd picked Danny since he'd already met him and because he'd felt like he had a…connection with him.

Don had never regretted picking the youngest of the group, what with all the other kids being teens, and Danny had never let him down: they'd won every big brother/little brother competition, and now, a year later when everyone else had lost contact, they were closer than ever. He'd only joined the program because he had to have community service hours for something or another his dad had mentioned and he'd thought it would be easy. Now he was glad because as he'd put it at the ceremony at the end of the program when they were giving speeches about their brothers, "Heck, I can't even picture my life without the little devil terrorizing it anymore."

Don was prepared for it when Danny, after exclaiming, "Done," and throwing his yellow crayon on the carpeted floor, ran into the kitchen holding a piece of paper and yelling, "Donnie! Donnie, look what I did?"

"What?" asked Don, crouching down until he was at Danny's level. He grabbed the piece of paper, when Danny expectantly held it up to him and then rocked onto the balls of his feet, awaiting judgment as Don examined it.

"It's great," said Don.

"You really think so?" asked Danny, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as he glared up at his big brother.

"Really," affirmed Don. And it was a great drawing of a skateboard deck. This particular one had Danny written in fancy, black letters on a background of orange flames with yellow filling in the empty spaces in between.

Believing Don, for now anyway, Danny earnestly said, "You can keep it cuz when I get older, I'm gonna get a skateboard just like that one and…and I'm gonna be like Tony Hawk and learn how to do an Ollie and a 360..."

He didn't stop, but Don tuned him out, thinking, 'Hmm,' as he tucked the picture into his pocket after folding it, an idea for what to get for Danny's upcoming birthday forming in his head. 'He's gonna love it!'

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He was pulled out of his thoughts by someone muttering, "Crap!" As Don, not quite alert yet, heard the familiar sound of converse covered feet (seeing at those were the only shoes Danny ever wore) getting fainter, he figured out was Danny was up to and his hand shot out of its own accord and grabbed Danny's wrist, "Not so fast, Buddy. You got some 'xplaining to do."

…TBC…

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