Authors note's: Hey did you see that episode last night? (10-11?) I told ya…Flack always gets the running suspect! I loved that chase scene….I could so totally see him chasing that guy until he ran him into the ground! Yeah for Flack… Ok, back to the story. Remember Flack thinks his name is Danny. Don't let that confuse you. Anyway, here it is. Hopefully another chapter tomorrow! Remember I do like to hear your comments. Besides this story is winding down!
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Back in the lab, Stella ran the sample of the fluid that she had found on the crotch of the panties. Danny had gone in search of Mac, relieved to finally have some good news to relay. Nearing Mac's office, Danny slowed his steps. Outside the glass enclosure sat Mrs. Flack. Her back was ramrod straight and while the stress of the past day was etched across her face, she appeared composed. Her hands were held in her lap, her focus entirely upon them.
Hearing Danny's approach, she glanced up and gave him a tired smile. "Hello Daniel."
Lowering himself into the chair next to her, Danny appeared lost for words. After all, what do you say to the mother of one of your best friends, a friend that you don't know if they are dead or alive? "Hello Mrs. Flack."
She shook her head gently and admonish him, "Vanessa, remember?" She looked deep into Danny's eyes. "This must be very hard for you right now Daniel, I'm sorry for any problems this is causing you."
It was Danny's turn to shake his head, here was a woman whose only son was missing and she was worried about him! "We're gonna find Don. We've got a new link to follow up on." Danny tried to sound more positive then he felt. "Don't worry, before you know it he'll be back looking for a hot meal." Danny teased her about Flack's ability to show up at home around meal times, often with Danny in tow.
A small laugh escaped from her lips, "Don does seem to have that ability to know when I've got a roast in the oven." Her eyes darkened slightly, "Daniel, I know you're doing your best and Don would agree with me. I know he thinks of you of a brother. He always wanted one. The family down the street had five children, all boys and Don would always look at them and ask me if I could please just get him a little brother to play with. When Leslie came along Don was happy, but deep down I know he wanted that brother. He worries about you a lot and he wouldn't want you or anyone else blaming themselves." She leaned closer and took one of his hands and squeezed it firmly, "Promise me Daniel, no matter what, that you remember he loves you like a brother."
Danny could feel the pin prick of tears behind his eyes. Squeezing them shut and willing his emotions to remain in check, he opened them and saw that she once again was focused upon her hands "I'll bring him home." He stood up and moved to Mac's door and knocked softly.
Mac motioned for Danny to enter. "What have you got?" Mac wasted no time as he looked questioningly at Danny.
"Stella is running some DNA that came from Maurice Ricci. If it matches the cigarette butt we found at the warehouse we will have enough to link him to being there and then hopefully we can get him to answer a few more questions."
"I spoke with Sheldon and the cause of death on Walker was the one gunshot to the head. The bullet came from Flack's gun, but a search didn't turn up the weapon. I think we could rule out Flack as the shooter. Blood found at the scene indicates that he was probably lying on the ground, not a position he would be shooting from. I think someone, including Walker dumped Flack and then that same someone killed Walker."
"If we get Ricci, we could get a warrant for his apartment. When they brought him in for questioning they weren't able to look for anything that would tie him to this." Danny was interrupted by Stella hurrying into the office.
"Mac, one of the night shift found something very interesting." Stella held up an evidence bag containing a Glock. "Last night a bodega was held up, fortunately for us, an off duty officer was doing some shopping. Long story short, he nabs the guy and recovers this gun. You can see serial number has been filed off recently, so they ran it through ballistics and it showed that the gun belongs to Donald Flack Jr." She smiled and continued, "The perp is still cooling his heels down in lock up, who wants him?"
"I'll take him." Danny moved towards the door and turned to look at Stella. "Anything back yet on the DNA?"
"Not yet, but it shouldn't be much longer. I'm going to head back to the lab and run fingerprints on this." She held up the gun.
Mac smiled slightly, "Good work, Stella. Danny, let me know as soon as you find out something from this guy."
"Will do boss," Danny throughout over his shoulder as he left.
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The pair had made their way back to the alley where the dead body had been. It was slow going at the start. Ash could see that Danny was stiff and sore from the injuries to his body. Along the way Ash maintained a steady stream of banter designed to help Danny keep his mind off this recent memory of a dead girl friend. 'Wait a minute, Ash.' Her inner mind spoke up, 'Danny didn't say one word this being a girl friend girl friend. Besides what does it matter?' A block or so from the alley Ash stopped. "This is where I found you remember? The alley is another block or so."
"I'm getting nothing so far Ash. I've been racking my brain; the first thing I really remember is reaching out towards the person next to me and finding blood. I got up and was trying to get to someplace, but I don't know where. Then you showed up." His forehead wrinkled up as he thought about the situation.
They turned into the alley, little reminders of the crime scene still evident. A piece of yellow crime scene tape still hung limply from one side of the building. Walking along and looking around, nothing jogged his memory.
"Sorry Ash, I guess it's a wasted trip, I'm getting nothing." He ran his hand through his dark hair and then rubbed the back of his neck trying to work out the tension that had settled there. "I really think I need to find a police officer and explain what's going on. I can't think of any other option."
Panic seized her, "Danny you can't!"
"Why Ash?" He looked at her; she remained silent. "Ash? What is it? You know something don't you?"
Biting her lip, she nodded. "Last night I came back here to see what was going on. I heard two detectives. They know you were here and they think you killed that man." Seeing the shock on Danny's face she hurried on, "But I know you couldn't have. I can feel it Danny. You are not a killer!"
The blue eyes were searching for something that couldn't be seen. His face was set in a somber expression. "Ash, I've got to turn myself in. If I," he hesitated. "If I killed that man then I've got to face it."
"Please Danny," she begged. "Let's go back to my place and think this through. I can't let you throw yourself to them when you don't even remember doing anything wrong." They were walking again, heading back out to the more populated street.
Caught up in their conversation, neither noticed the Ford Expedition parked across the street. The man inside watched with fascination as the missing detective walked down the street with the one girl that he thought he would never see again. Flipping open his phone, he dialed his boss. "Hey Frankie, you ain't never gonna guess who I just saw with that missing detective."