Thank you to the reviewers, although I'm sure that more people would love too do it, so please do! Even its just 'I like the story/ I hate it'! At least then I would know the general view, constructive criticism is always welcome too! A big thanks to ImaSupernaturalCSI, who thought of the questions that Flack wants to know, which are way better than what I was thinking of! Thanks for reading! Also to anyone who does review, I'm away for a few days and I will reply to all reviews when I return!
Tears are slipping silently down my cheeks; I've managed to spend the rest of the day doing my best to avoid any sort of contact with anyone, especially Flack. Luckily, he has been avoiding me too, and I've managed to make it through the day without crying or breaking down, but now that I'm back in my apartment the tears are free flowing. I'm sat curled up on my couch, drinking my beer and trying my best to calm down. "Please don't cry Holly.'' He pleads trying to rub my arm in a soothing way.
"This is your fault.'' I say, trying not to completely break down. "I told you telling him would be no good….he hates me…and now the whole lab is going to think I'm crazy.''
"I don't think he hates you.'' I say, why is she getting so upset that Flack might hate her? I think I may have really screwed things up. There's a loud banging on the door, Holly wipes the tears from her cheeks, straightens her shirt up, brushes the hair off her face as she walks to the door.
I open the door, trying to get my breathing control as I come face to face with Flack, who's clenching his jaw, his eyes still full of anger. He doesn't speak but roughly pushes past me into my apartment.
"Flack, I need to…'' I start but he turns on me and gives me a glare to keep quiet and continues to survey the kitchen and living room in silence. It's killing me that he can't even look at me, or speak to me, and truth be told I know don't know why, I've only known him a few weeks and I know that nothing could ever happen between us, but for some reason in my head Flack's view of me is important. And at the moment, all I can see is pure anger.
"I wanna know how you know,'' he says, it's very controlled like he's stopping himself from screaming very word. "Because it's been going round in my head and I don't understand how you could know.''
The words become stuck in my throat; this is going to be harder to explain to him than it was to explain to myself. "The thing is…ever since I came here…''
"What? You've been spying on me?'' That's it, he's lost the control he had when he walked in, shouting at me from across the room, hands thrown in the air. "Or maybe before you came here? How long for? You can't know what you know!''
"Flack, please calm down.'' I say, I can see that Flack is losing control, I've never seen him fully lose it before, and I think there might be a massive chance it may happen now.
"I haven't been spying on you,'' I say quietly walking past him, sitting on my couch placing my head in my hands. How do I explain this? "I've been seeing things…I've been seeing Danny…he's right here.''
It takes him a while to process this information, "you're kidding me right?'' he laughs, very sarcastically. "You're sick you know that? You wanna know what I've been through with Danny? What the team has been through?'' He runs his hand through his hair. "You stay away from me, you stay away from the team.'' He points a finger menacingly at me.
"So what I just quit?'' She asks, they are staring at each other.
"You quit, you go back to Boston, the other side of the world I really don't care.'' Flack shouts at her. "You're a sick and twisted person.'' He starts to make his way to the door.
"He needs proof,'' I say, Holly's eyes flick in my direction, as she stands and turns to face Flack.
"Ask me something only Danny would know.'' She shouts as he rips open the door.
"I'm not playing any part in your twisted game.'' He continues to shout at me, standing in the doorway, but not making a move to go, I can see a debate in his eyes, he wants to test me.
"Anything you want, if I fail I'll be the first to pack my stuff.'' I give him an ultimatum, he tightens his face up, as he slams the door shut.
"Anything?'' He asks, "fine,'' he takes a few seconds to think through his thoughts. "When did me and Danny first grab a beer?''
I smile at the memory, trust Flack to remember this. "We were fifteen, I raided Louie's beer supply, we got so drunk that Flack vomited all over my Ma's carpet, and we spent the next morning scrubbing it out with massive headaches, before my folks got home.''
I repeat the story to Flack, a look of horror on his face as I finish. He re-clenches his jaw, narrowing his eyes at me. "Who broke the window?''
I actually laugh out loud, "damn it, it was you Flack, you should have caught it, it was the world's softest pitch, I never got that Nun's screaming out of my ears, they were ringing for days.''
"Sounds like it's his fault, but he's blaming you, says you should have caught the pitch, and the nun was screaming at, his ears were ringing for ages.'' Once again there seems to be a dawned of realisation on his face, which he once again hides by tightening all his facial muscles.
"What happened that night?'' He asks, I once again flick my eyes to Danny who's standing right next to Flack.
"What night? Trust you to say something like that.'' Danny laughs, playfully shoving Flack in the shoulder. Flack must have felt it, because his right shoulder is slightly forced back taking him by surprise, I get a shocked look on his face as he surveys the space next to him and then back to me.
"What the hell was that?'' He asks, doing another scan of the room looking for something.
"Me, idiot.'' I continue to playfully hit Flack, it's kinda funny to watch him as he keeps looking round trying to see where the hits are coming from. "Dance for me Flack.'' I laugh, kicking his feet lightly so he moves them.
"Danny stop.'' Holly says, her arms wrap protectively around herself as Flack continues to move as I playfully hit him, nothing hard, I've learnt my lesson from that.
"Not until he tells me.'' I answer, and I start to flick his earlobes. "He's gotta accept I'm here.''
Flack keeps moving his head, slapping his ears as Danny continues to flick his ears. If this wasn't such a serious situation I would be laughing my head off. "He wants you to tell him to stop.'' I say quietly.
Flack shoots me a look; like that's the last thing he's going to do. As Danny begins to tickle him, I've never seen anyone jump so much at being tickled. He jerks forward, trying to keep a straight face when he obviously wants to laugh but is too freaked out. "Fine, Danny pack it in.'' He says to the open space, he's not really looking in the right direction but I'll give him credit that he's at least accepting the possibility Danny could be here. He turns back to me, "if it's him,'' he takes a deep breath, "what were my first thoughts of you?'' He looks me square in the eyes.
"You had just come out of your interview with Mac,'' I start, Holly's eyes flick to mine, a slight shake of her head, she must've seen him when he saw her. "Yeah, he saw you then, little sneak wanted to see who was in the running for the position.''
"You saw me after me interview,'' she says, both of them are now staring at each other, not in hatred either which is way more comfortable than Flack staring daggers at her.
"He thought you had the prettiest eyes ever, but you had terrible fashion sense with your shirt.''
"You thought I had the prettiest eyes… but seriously? You didn't like my shirt?'' She asks, a smile playing on her lips, Flack's mouth drops open in shock. "I love that shirt.''
"And he thought…he thought…'' the words stick in my throat, I'm gonna really be in the shit for this when she realises what I've done. "He thought you were the girl he wanted to marry.'' I mumble, shoving my hands uncomfortably in my pockets and staring at the ground.
The words are still flouting round my head. "You thought I was the girl you wanted to marry…wait,'' it's not until I say them that it sticks, why would Flack want to marry me, when he's gay… "He's not gay is he?'' I ask Danny, who is refusing to look at me.
"Gay? What do you mean gay?'' Flack asks, looking between me and a space where he assumes Danny is, although he's about four feet out.
"No…'' Danny mumbles, "But I only said it because…''
"Oh my god Danny!'' I practically shouting at him, Flack is now staring at me oddly but I don't care. "How could you?''
"I needed you to help me,'' I start but she's beginning to pace angrily in front of her couch, "I would have told you in the end.''
"Told me in the end? When you knew how upset I was?'' She shouting at me, her hands balled up into fists. "I cannot believe you Danny, who the hell are you to interfere like that?''
"What do you mean?'' Flack asks, he seems to be calming down, although still confused at the whole situation. "He told you I was gay didn't he?'' He asks, pointing to a space to my left.
"Yeah, he did, the git did, just after the Kennedy case.'' I spit at Danny, I cannot believe the cheek of him. "And in case you were wondering, he was the one who kicked your legs out from under you, in an effort to get me to accept he was there.'' Flack's now gawping at me.
There's a lot of noise as they both start to shout at me, Flack asking how I could be so stupid and Holly still asking how I do it. "Whoa the pair of you shut up?'' I shout, only Holly stops with my request as Flack continues to shout, but quickly falls silent along with Holly. "I'm sorry ok, I'm sorry.''
"I'm so angry with you I can barely look at you,'' I say, he may have just mucked up any chance that Flack and I may have had. "I'm sorry Flack.'' I look directly at his eyes, being determined not to look at Danny. "I should have just told you from the start.''
Flack gives a subtle shrug, "I could really do with a beer.'' He sighs, I nod, grabbing one from the fridge and passing it to him. He gives a slight chuckle to himself.
"What?'' I ask, retrieving my own beer from the coffee table.
"The only thing I was worried about this morning was that…well…you were with Deacon Matthews, and now I find out that Danny is haunting you.'' He laughs, what is it with people and thinking I'm with Deacon!
I reach over and grab a photo frame, one only recently unpacked a couple of days ago, it's only taken me over a month to fully unpack. "Deacon,'' I start handing over the photo to Flack who takes it, staring at the photo. "Is my brother,'' Flack raises an eyebrow in surprise. "My adopted brother, ok? I'm adopted, Deac's adopted, my other brothers Charlie and James are adopted,'' I say pointing them out in the photo.
Flack mouths a slight 'oh', he's looking a bit embarrassed. Not even I knew she was adopted, maybe I should have paid more attention to her photos, I've spent enough time here, why have I never noticed?
"I just don't shout about it,'' Holly says taking another swig of beer.
Flack is once again laughing to himself, "Deacon Matthews was in the lab, oh my god.'' Holly is laughing along with him, obviously the rumours of Flack's massive Ranger fan status have reached her ears. "And I didn't even get to meet him.''
"I'm sure we could arrange something,'' she smiles, oh brilliant, I'm back to loser style flirting. It was better when they were shouting at each other.
"Can I come?'' I ask jokingly, Holly shoots me a look that screams 'I'm not speaking to you'.
Hours later, I've explained everything that had happened between Danny and I, everything we tried, every failed attempted. Danny, luckily, was taking more of a back seat, only interrupting me every so often, having grabbed a beer for himself, which had freaked Flack out as the fridge opened by itself. Flack's getting ready to leave; as we both have early shifts in the morning.
"So, maybe we can grab that coffee tomorrow,'' Flack says a cheeking glint in his eyes.
"I think we should.'' I smile back, the hatred of the day forgotten.
"And Danny,'' he looks, amazingly exactly where Danny is stood, putting the best surprised look on Danny's face I have ever seen. "When you wake up from this, me and you are gonna have a little chat.'' He smiles at me, gently closing the door behind him.