The twelve quotes of Christmas Part III
Here's my offering. Everyone will do this challenge differently, and I've taken snippets from Flack's life and written the quote around it. It's quite possibly AU and may contain OC's and probably OOC but it's all in the spirit of Christmas fun :) I'm going to do 4 quotes per chapter, so that's 3 chapters. Please leave a review!
Quote9) Christmas is a race to see what gives out first, your feet or your cash.
Mac Taylor knelt beside the body before him. He turned his head this way and that taking in the scene. The woman looked in her mid to late fourties, an expression of gentle shock on her face. Shopping bags littered the ground around her, her purse was upended, the contents spread around as if someone had rifled through it. Brightly coloured rolls of wrapping paper were as they fell when she dropped them. The oddest thing however about this scene were the fact the victim had no shoes, or feet. Bloody stumps were where they should have been. Whoever had done this had taken the feet and shoes.
Mac stood as Detective Flack approached him, notebook open and ready.
"What do we know?"
"No ID as yet" Flack replied "Found by a passer by. No witnesses we can track down, though I've got guys pulling footage from the stores she visited" he indicated the motifed bags around the victim.
Don flipped his notebook shut as Danny came under the crime tape, nodding a greeting.
Mac nodded "A little last minute Christmas shopping, whoever did it must have taken her money and cards" he remarked.
"As soon as I know who she is" Don assured "I'll run her cards"
"This is weird" Danny commented "Who cuts off someone's feet after a robbery?"
"Uh-huh, but you know what they say" Don replied with a smirk "Christmas is a race to see what gives out first, your feet or your cash"
Danny shook his head in humorous dismay, sometimes they needed to lighten the mood, dead bodies and mutilation were their daily scene and it could get heavy.
Mac ignored him.
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Quote 10) The main reason Santa is so jolly is he knows where all the naughty girls live.
(I think this might be how things went if Flack and Angell had shared a Christmas maybe)
Don stretched out on the bed and grinned, watching her undress.
"You looked amazing tonight" he told her.
"Hmmm" she smiled seductively "You can stop with the flirtin', I let you in didn't I?"
He laughed "Took you long enough to give in Jess"
"You'd better be worth it" she knelt on the bed.
"I am" he leaned up on an elbow "Your memory really that short?"
"No" she replied "I remember, nice undies by the way"
"Festive boxers" he chuckled "Gotta make the effort"
"Uh-huh" she grinned "Santa certainly looks happy anyway"
He laughed, looking down at the array of Santa Claus's frolicking on his underwear.
"Santa's always happy" he replied "And I know why" he reached out a hand, unclipping her hair and shaking it about her shoulders "Better, how the hell did I stay away from you?"
"Mmmm, I don't know" she sat in front of him running her tongue along her lips "Why's that then?"
"Huh" he grunted, transfixed on her mouth.
She smiled as his eyes glazed and travelled lower.
"Hey Flack!" she laughed, snapping her fingers to get his attention "You were telling me why Santa's always so happy"
"Right" he tore his gaze away and pushed himself forward, leaning closer and whispering.
"The main reason Santa is so jolly is he knows where all the naughty girls live" he said, close to her lips, laughing "Like me"
She laughed back as he pushed her down onto the bed.
Quote 11)Aren't we forgetting the true meaning of Christmas? The birth of Santa?
"Move over!" Danny tried to elbow Flack away from the tiny mirror in the bathroom of the apartment they shared "I can't see!"
"You look great sweetie" Don replied, dead pan and refusing to move.
"Shut up, you ass" Danny grumbled "I swear I'd have more luck gettin' in the bathroom if my room mate was a woman"
"Like you'd get a woman to do that" Don snorted "You have enough trouble gettin' one to kiss you"
"You're mean" Danny muttered from behind him, trying to see around his room-mate as they prepared for the Christmas night out "And too damned tall, move"
Don gave in and shifted slightly, allowing Danny some room.
"Jus' 'cos you ain't been laid for a while" Don met his eyes in the mirror "Don't take it out on me"
"You ain't done so good lately yourself" Danny pointed out with a sour look.
Don shrugged "Season of good will to all men an' that" he grinned "That's what I'm countin' on"
"Only you'd use a holiday as sacred as the birth of Christ to get laid" Danny rolled his eyes.
Don laughed "If it works..."
Danny shook his head "It's supposed to be a time for forgiveness and love and giving and receiving gifts"
"Exactly" Don replied with a sly grin "But aren't we forgetting the true meaning of Christmas? The birth of Santa?"
Danny rolled his eyes again "If I didn't know you were educated by nuns" he said "I'd think you were serious"
Quote 12) You know you're getting old when Santa starts to look young.
Detective Flack eyed the uniform with a look that crossed between cynicism and disbelief.
"You're kidding me?" he asked.
"No" the rookie looked disappointed and nervous.
"Come here" he caught the young man by the arm and turned him to face the throng of shoppers behind them "OK, here's a lesson in observation for you, you listenin'?"
The guy nodded, grimacing as his cap almost fell off, Flack rolled his eyes and continued.
"Dressed as Santa, in the middle of summer in Central Park would be a good description of a suspect right?" he asked with exaggerated patience.
This time the uniform grabbed his cap before he nodded again.
"Dressed as Santa two days before Christmas on the busiest shopping street in New York" Flack swept his arm before them "Is not a good description, I can see at least 10 from here"
"Oh" the uniform turned again as Flack himself did, watching as the older and jaded Detective flicked open his notebook.
"So let's try this again" Flack suggested "Other than wearing a Santa costume, do you have a description?"
"Um, he was young" the guy stammered.
"How young?" Flack replied "Young like me? Not quite dead, or young like you? Not quite grown up?"
"Uh, mid twenties" the cop answered.
"Better" Flack said "Height? Weight? Eye and hair colour?"
"Umm" the man's attention was diverted by someone walking by "Him!" he pointed.
Whirling, Flack lunged at the suspect, grappling him to the floor and getting the cuffs on. Dragging the guy to his feet he looked at the uniform.
"For future reference" he said. Brushing his pants down "That bit is your job"
"Oh uh" the kid stepped forward and took the prisoner "You are under arrest"
"I gathered that when this guy landed on me" the Santa said, nodding towards Flack.
Don gave him a look, the cop was right, this kid was young.
Danny appeared at his elbow, panting slightly.
"This him?" he asked, taking Flack's nod as agreement and addressed the suspect "Aren't you a bit young for a Santa?"
Don gave a laugh and pointed towards the cop "They look younger every day too"
"No, we're gettin' old buddy" Danny chuckled.
Don gave him a disappointed look.
"Yeah, but You really know you're getting old when Santa starts to look young"
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