Chapter 7 – All Good Things
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Thx for all the reviews – dear CSI NY and Don Flack Fan – blame Flack…I had no intention of calling Rebecca "Bec", but apparently he does ;)
I've been watching CSI on DVD and on TV tonight, so I'm feeling inspired!!!
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For about one second, Flack thought he had maybe read the situation wrong, right before his need to kiss Rebecca kicked in. One hand slipped to the curve of her back, pulling her closer and he deepened the kiss, his other hand moving up her back. He was barely aware of Rebecca's arms moving up his own back to wind around his neck, her hands gripping the collar of his shirt. Through the haze of losing himself in the intensity of the kiss, he heard her moan slightly, before kissing him back. Encouraged by the little sound of enjoyment that had escaped her throat, Flack's mouth became more demanding, which was when Rebecca suddenly pulled away from him, wincing in pain, touching the sore spot on her mouth where the perp had hit her earlier in the day.
Both of them were breathing raggedly. He looked into her soft brown eyes, which were dazed, her pupils dilated slightly. He reached out to touch the sore spot on her mouth.
"Sorry," he whispered, raggedly. The dazed look in Rebecca's eyes was replaced with a sharp look of annoyance and irritation.
"Sorry?" she replied, sarcastically.
Flack realized he'd put his foot in it. He smiled wrily and raised his eyebrows.
"For forgetting you had a sore lip, Bec," he said, "That's all."
Rebecca inhaled sharply and moved towards the light switch, suddenly needing to illuminate her apartment. Flack realized the moment had gone.
"I guess I'd better go," he said.
"It is late," she agreed, with just the slightest hint of regret in her voice. She walked Flack to the door.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said, as Flack walked out into the hallway and then he turned round.
"Sure," he said. Then, as Rebecca started to close the door, he stepped back into the doorway.
"And one more thing," he said.
"Yes?" said Rebecca, a little breathlessly.
"I am not sorry for kissin' you," he said, before planting one swift, hard kiss to her lips, then turning and walking back to his own apartment.
Rebecca closed the door to her apartment slowly and put her back to the door. Touching her swollen lips, her knees suddenly buckled and she slid down the door into a little heap on the floor.
Oh God, she thought, just how the hell was she going to get any sleep after that? Not to mention how much better his kiss was in real life, as opposed to in her dreams.
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THE lab rats were already calling the case of the posed girl in the park Turf War 2009, thanks to the jurisdictional nightmare that seemed to be ensuing with the Jeffersonian. Evidence had finally arrived from Washington and Rebecca's morning had been taken up with comparing the murder weapons – a fine wire – from all the locations. Samples were running through trace and she'd put the DNA she'd found through CODIS, hoping for some hits. She had arrived to find they'd finally ID'd the vic and so had also spent the morning with Stella breaking the bad news to distraught parents, which had been a really unpleasant experience for her.
At least, she thought, when I'm dealing with a new skeleton, I don't have to break bad news to anyone except the curators that they need room for a new bone box.
After getting into another fight with Hodgins via teleconference, Adam had retreated to the break room to play a round of Grand Theft Auto 5 with Sheldon, to calm down after his professionalism had been called into question. Not that he needed the excuse, but Rebecca hoped neither of them were going to get caught slacking off on the clock. Danny was in his office talking to Stella about something. Rebecca caught the odd gesticulation in her direction from time to time but decided to focus on comparing the ends of the wire under the microscope to see if there was anything she could tell from it. She pressed play on her iPod and the loud sound of Nelly Furtado filled her ears, putting a smile on her face.
Messer was deep in discussion with Stella about the state of the pool now running on when Flack and Rebecca were actually going to admit they liked each other. The whole lab, not to mention the precinct, as well as the ancillary staff were all in on it and Stella found it quite amusing that even Mac had decided to join in this one time. Danny had the edge on sooner and he was wondering out loud whether he should give them a little push, as he put it.
"Messer," said Stella, "You'd trip Flack so he fell on Rebecca just to win this one," she said chuckling.
"No fair!" said Danny, "The guy's my wingman, I just wanna see him as happy with someone as I am with Lindsey,"
Stella smirked. "And so long as you get something out of it?" she asked, a little sarcastically.
"You want to watch that Stel," said Danny cheekily, "Or you might find a pool running on you and a certain boss"
Stella, flushed, straightened and glared at Danny, before spotting a certain, tall, dark-haired detective heading over to trace, who she duly pointed out to Danny.
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" said Danny.
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Trace was empty except for Rebecca, who was bent over a microscope, oblivious to anything, deep in concentration on the task at hand. The rest of the lab rats were off gossiping somewhere about the latest Adam v Hodgins round. Flack slipped into the room, taking the time to appreciate the sight of Rebecca bent over the microscope. He couldn't resist. He walked over behind her, put one hand beside hers and gently tugged one earphone out of her ear.
"Miss me?" he whispered.
Rebecca's head sprung up and she accidently head butted Flack in the nose with the back of her head, taken aback at the intrusion on her solitude. Two "Ouchs" were heard, promptly followed by the sound of a crash, as Flack stepped back and tripped over a stool, which fell to the floor, along with him. The sudden noise got the attention of everyone on the floor; Mac, who was reading a case file while walking along the corridor stopped and looked in the direction of the commotion, promptly followed by Danny and Stella, who, in their haste to get into Trace and see what had happened, crashed into each other in the doorway. Rebecca blushed and swiftly rushed out of the room. Flack was left sitting on the floor, holding his nose, which was starting to bleed. Danny sauntered over and held out his hand to his friend to help him up. He grinned.
"Man," he said, "She got you again!" He chuckled, "I'm beginning to think, Donnie, that she's goin' to be the death of you one way or another!"
Stella promptly got a fit of the giggles and rushed out of Trace herself. Flack took the proffered hand and allowed Danny to haul him upright. He pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed at the spots of blood now coming out of his nose.
"Messer, you may just be right about that," he replied.
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Rebecca had retreated to the morgue and she put her forehead on the cool metal of the fridges and groaned. This got the attention of Sid, who came out of his office to see who was there. He was pleased to see Rebecca, as he had also been looking over some of the evidence findings from the Washington cases and had been comparing it with their own case. Their findings had prompted him to go back and look at their own body and he'd found an interesting piece of trace which he handed to Rebecca.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned at her flushed face.
"Sure Sid," she replied, "I've just taken to assaulting New York's finest as a new hobby."
Thanking Sid for his work, she headed out of the morgue and back to Trace, hoping Flack had found somewhere else to be.
Sid went back to his office and sat down at his computer, before instant messaging Stella to find out why Rebecca seemed to be so flustered…………..
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I hope you like it! Reviews make me smile! Stay tuned as the family from hell pay a visit to New York and Danny decides to take desperate measures…..