Flack was pouring water into the coffee-machine, when break room's door opened and Lindsay walked in. Flack looked her smilingly, "So, Monroe, how's your head?" She lifted her head from the paper she was reading and grumbled, "It is telling me, never ever to drink with you again."
Flack smirked, he went to Lindsay and kissed her hand, "I'm sorry, but you must remember, that it was you, who wanted to know, how it feels like to drink a tequila in New York." Monroe smacked his hand, and then she looked at the cupboard in the other end of the room.
"And what are you doing?"
"Making coffee, what does it look like?"
"Why don't you make it two floors down, in your department?" Flack frowned,
"You haven't learned anything in those three months you have worked here," Lindsay sent a puzzled look at him.
"We have a deal with Mac, me and Maka, that we can drink lab's coffee, because we are two detectives, who are working most frequently with CSIs. You know how bad is department's coffee, it's like mud."
"Yeah I know that, but I thought you came from a long line of policemen and that you are accustomed with that kind of a coffee." Coffee machine started to gurgle; Flack looked at it, and then again Lindsay.
"You are forgetting that I have a mother too, she never let my father or grandfather make the coffee and always did herself, me and my sister learned from her how to make seriously good coffee."
He made some coffee for everyone there.
Monroe looked at the cup suspiciously, "My deal with Mac is that we can drink coffee, but one day of the month we must make coffee. Like the other CSIs and lab techs." He took a long sip from the cup and looked at Lindsay, then his eyebrow rose. She smiled a little, and took carefully a little sip. Her face expression changed, "It is you!"
"What?" Flack was puzzled.
"In three months what I have been here, I have drank only three times so amazing coffee, and always on month's second Thursday, I have been trying to think, who is the maker, but I haven't found out." She took another long sip from the cup, "now I know, it's you!"
Flack bowed his head a little, "At your service, madam." Lindsay smiled and sat beside Flack. Lindsay looked like she was in heaven, "Always on these Thursday, I sit here and enjoy the excellent masterpiece. I once even asked Messer, but he just smiled mysteriously and said, "guess", I would have never guessed that it was you."
"I'm flattered," he took a last sip and rose, "But now I must go and do some paper work, before captain sends out a search party and my coffee making days here are over."
"Oy, we don't want that to happen, I think I'm in love with your coffee." Flack smiled and left Lindsay enjoying her coffee; she had such a blissful smile on her face.
(Abandoned house near New York Harbor)
Danny and Lindsay walked up to Flack, who was leaning against the door and was waiting for them.
"So what's the case?" Danny stepped beside Don.
"Two teenage boys came hear to drink, on a middle of a school day and stumbled on a dead body, naked woman's body, she is turned on her stomach and her long hair is covering her face. There are rope bruises on both of her arms."
They had stepped into the crime scene. Middle of the room was a body just like Flack had described it. Danny frowned, "The crime scene is such a mess, Montana, I leave it to you, I take the body."
"That isn't fair." Lindsay pouted even when she knew that scene was easier than the body.
"Who ever said life must be fair." Messer grinned, and leaned over the body; Lindsay started making pictures, and looked over the scene. Flack just smiled and went to talk to the boys. He went down to the first floor where two boys were waiting.
"I'm detective Flack, you must be Kevin and Simon?" Boys jumped from the bench, they looked like two scared lab rats, one of them swallowed hard and nodded.
"Okay then, tell me, what exactly happened?" Flack was actually amused; he remembered how was it to be a teenager, and know that you have been caught doing something you weren't allowed to do. But this was always quite problematic, because every policeman knew his father.
"Well, we have this school project; we must locate all the empty houses in harbor area." Don grossed his arms, "Yeah, you really think I believe that crap, making a school project with six bottles of beer, what sergeant Hollecomp eliminated?"
"Okay, we came here to drink," longhaired one said.
"For the report, what Hollecomp must write, why did you want to drink anyway." boys stayed quiet.
"Okay let me guess then, problems with parents?" silence.
"With girlfriend?" no answer
"In school with grades." boys exchanged looks. Flack smirked,
"So you came drinking here, in the middle of your school day, because of your bad grades, Hollencomp, times have changed since we went to school, we drank only at weekends. So tell me, what happened then?"
"We went upstairs, where we usually hang out, and there she was."
"You didn't see anyone else."
"No, we ran out and called the police."
"Thank you, now sergeant Hollencomp will take you home." Boys started to shake their heads, "No, no you can't to that to us."
"Oh, but I can, your parents need to hear, what you have been up to. Sergeant Hollencomp, take care of those kids."
"Sir."
Flack went and questioned the neighbors, and after that he walked back to second floor; he was looking at his notebook, when he entered to the crime scene.
"Neighbors didn't see or hear anything." He glanced at the body, what Danny had just turned around, and froze. Messer, who was accustomed that his friend was talkative, and now was quieter than iceberg, looked at him, "Hey, Flack, what's wrong?"
Don shook his head, "Danny, that's Melody Bianchi."
"Your high-school sweetheart?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my God."
Before he could say anything else to Flack, Lindsay called behind the door, "Hey, guys, I think you have to see that." There something on the wall written in Italian. "I can't read it, but I think you can."
Flack looked at it "It says "Look behind you, Flack, revenge is a bitch."" Lindsay watched both Danny and Flack. Flack was stunned; "He killed her because of me."
"Montana, take Don out of here," Lindsay nodded, she put her hand on his shoulder, "Don, come, you need some fresh air."
Flack didn't even resist. He took Lindsay's hand and let her drag himself out. Danny took his phone, "Mac, we have a problem, I think you must come here."
Fifteen minutes later Mac arrived at the scene. Danny was waiting for him at the door, "So what's going on?"
"I think you need to see that." Danny took Mac to the body, "Let me introduce you to Melody Bianchi."
"That's Flack's high-school girlfriend."
"Yes, and there is more." He took his boss to the wall, "I think you know little Italian." Mac read the note, "where is Flack now?"
"Lindsay took him out of here, last time I saw them, they were sitting outside, across the street." Mac went to the window and looked down to the street, there were sitting Flack and Lindsay, Flack was talking and Lindsay held her hand on Don's shoulder and listened. Mac felt good, now he knew that he had picked the right CSI for the job, he went on to the street, and joined his friends.
"Flack," Don looked up.
"Mac?"
"Are you sure, you are able to work on this case, or should I ask Maka?" At first there was a weird sparkle in Flack's eyes, but then he nodded, "Are you sure, that you can take it as any other case?"
"I'm sure Mac." Mac nodded, "I think it's time you to tell her mother. But come to my office afterwards."
"Certainly," Flack rose, he glanced at Lindsay, "Thanks for listening,"
"Anytime."
When the car drove away, Lindsay asked, "Is he going to be all right?"
"Not right know, but soon he will. We must support him, right?"
"Right." They went back to the crime scene, where Danny was waiting.
(Flacks parents' house)
Flack stepped into his parents' house; he had so many memories from here - he and his sister playing, the times when he has sneaked into the house in the middle of the night, and always had been caught by her mother. And he felt fear, what never left these walls, the fear his mother had felt because of his father's job and now he felt her fear for him. Don went to the kitchen, where his mother was making lunch.
"Mom."
"Donny, what's wrong?" She stepped towards her son; Flack shooked his head, and hugged his mother, "Mom, it's Melody, she is dead."
"Oh my god, we must call Sophia." She had started to cry.
(Mac's office two hours later)
When Flack entered into the office, he saw that the whole team was there: Mac, Danny, Stella, Lindsay, Sheldon, Adam and Sid. Mac looked at Flack. "Feeling any better, Don?"
"Yeah." Lindsay made him room beside her on the sofa.
"So what to we have?" Mac looked at Sid. "As much I could tell, she had been binded up for three days," he glanced carefully at Flack, "and… she had been raped for several times," they all saw how Flack was suffering, "She died because of a cocaine overdose. We believe she was it was injected by someone else. Her body was clean, we didn't find any evidence, no sperm, no hair, nothing." Mac looked at them, "Did you find anything,"
"The crime scene was clean too, we didn't find anything," Lindsay looked at Flack.
"Flack, we are sorry," Stella almost whispered, she couldn't say anything else.
Flack rose, he looked at them all, "I know." He started to leave.
"Flack, where are you going?" Danny jumped up.
"Home,"
"What are you going to do there?" Lindsay looked concerned.
"Maybe I'll drink, a lot, the time will tell." and gone he was.
So here the second Chapter, I hope you guys like it. I'm all ready writing the third I put it up as soon as I can.
I have a stupid question. How can I put my story up to the community could somebody tell me.
