A/N: I'm back. Sorry it took me so long, but studding in the university isn't all fun and games I head over heels with work. But here is the 19 chapter, the 20th is also done I maybe post it in the end of the week, will see. And those who enjoy my writing there will be another Authors Note in the end of this chapter. But now enjoy.
The clock struck four. Mac smirked as he started counting, "5; 4; 3; 2..." As he got to one, Adam turned up the music.
A few seconds later Flack stepped into his office, "Tell me, why does he have to do that every time?"
"Because he thinks it's fun."
"Yeah, fun. I'll show him what fun is." Flack pushed the door shut with a bang.
"Please don't hurt him too much; he does come in handy sometimes." Mac grinned, when Don landed on the chair before his desk.
"I see about that."
"Now, I heard you have some news for me."
"Well the station therapist gave me an "all clear" and Dr. Lee gave me a green light as well, so I talked to Sinclair and I'm coming back to work on Wednesday."
Mac nodded, "That is good news. De Boise took over the Bianchi's, Dale's and Fitzryan's case."
"No problem. I just want to know how it's going."
Mac covered his ears as Adam turned the music up some more, "We'll tell you in about an hour after we've gathered into the break room to give Danny's his birthday present. But for now please go and give Adam a piece of your mind, because this music is starting to go also on my nerves."
"Yes, sir. Now I can tell him that I'm under orders." When Flack walked out whistling Mac groaned, he understood he had just made a big mistake.
Flack walked past the lab where Danny, Stella and Mary were processing some evidence.
"Where Flack is going?" Mary asked looking puzzled.
"Oh, I think, we know." Danny and Stella smirked and followed Don.
"Where?" asked Mary again following the two.
"You'll see." Mary frowned as she saw Danny smirking; it had to be good, why else would Stella and Messer look so pleased. When Don stopped standing next to Adam's office, Mary finally got it.
A few seconds latter Lindsay, Sheldon and Kendall stepped behind them.
"Adam." Don said from the door, he knew that Adam had heard him over the music, but acted as if he didn't.
"Adam." Said Flack little louder when he stepped closer. Adam again acted like he didn't notice him.
"ADAM!" this time Don yelled straight into the lab techs ear. That made Adam jump, he had heard Flack other two times, but he didn't expect him to yell into his ear.
"Oh, Flack it's you. What can I do to for you?"
"You could turn that freaking music down." Adam saw that Flack was dead serious.
"I like it. I don't want to turn it down."
"Adam, I'm going to give you four possibilities of what can happen next. First: You could turn the music down and we can depart as friends. Second: I could shove your music center up your ass. Third: I could throw the music center out of the window and fourth: I could just shoot it up. I prefer first two, because the latter ones could send me back to the therapy and they could take away my gun." He looked at Adam, "So which of the first two options you'll take – you can turn the music down and enjoy it or you could be tormented forever by the music coming out of your ass." Flack heard giggles coming from the door, he almost smirked but held it back, he had to seem angry.
Adam clumped "Those are my only choices?"
"Yes!" Flack took step closer.
"Alright, alright! I'll turn it down."
When Adam did as he said, Flack walked into the corridor with a smirk on his face.
"Shoot up the music center?" Hawkes raised his left eyebrow.
"Well if it would have helped, I would have done it." Flack grinned and walked whistling down the corridor.
"He's crazy, just plain crazy. I tell you." Danny chuckled, others nodded at that.
Hour later Flack sat in the break room, drinking coffee and flipping the TV stations.
It was the first time working with the CSI that he had felt so bored in the lab.
Stella stepped in, "Bored?"
"Like hell." Flack smirked.
Stella chuckled and walked to the coffee machine and pored herself a cup. She tasted it, wondering expression appeared on her face and she tasted it again, "Don, you did this coffee, didn't you?"
"Yeah, it was Kendall's turn to make coffee, but she was busy and asked me to do it."
"Thank you, she makes coffee just as bad as Mac. I don't understand how could we managed when you where gone. It seems as if we had been drinking mud."
"Watch out, when Kendall and Mac hear you say that you will find yourself somewhere very unpleasant." Said Sid walking into the break room, "If I'm right that is Flack's coffee," he grabbed a mug, "You know I could kill for this coffee."
"I hope not the maker." Flack half smiled.
"No, I would lock you in one of rooms in morgue and have you make coffee all the time."
"Sorry, Sid, that pleasure is mine." Lindsay sat on the couch beside Flack and drank his coffee.
"Wait a minute, it's mine." Don protested
"Be a good boyfriend and share." Lindsay smiled sweetly and put a kiss on Flacks cheek.
"Hey you two, cut that off, you're at work." Mac ordered from the door.
"Mac! My shift ended five minutes ago!" Lindsay pouted.
"You're still at the work place, so behave."
Flack frowned at Lindsay who sat little father away and took his cup, "Now who's not sharing?"
"Sorry darling, Mac's orders." Lindsay smirked and set herself to a more comfortable position at the other end of the couch.
Hawkes, Danny, Adam, Kendall and Mary walked in. Adam sat as far as he could from Flack. Mac smirked at that, he filled two cups with coffee and handed one to Flack, who nodded thankfully and stuck tongue out at Lindsay, who made a face at him.
"Children!" Stella, who sat between them, scolded and swatted both them up to their heads.
Mac sat so he would face Flack, "Before we give Danny his present, we have a few darker matters to attend too. Don wanted to know how the cases are going. I can say we are in the beginning again. Samantha's computer showed us that she had been exchanging letters with someone who had made an e-mail account in your name Don."
"What?" Don sat upright.
"Yes, he coaxed her into New York, playing you. The account was deleted few days before Zack had traced it."
"So like you said, back at the beginning again."
"Yes, the security video didn't give us anything, when he entered into the hotel and her room; he wore a scarf and a baseball cap. When he came out from the room, she was leaning against him. We think he gave her some kind of a drug and he left a piece of cloth with chloroform behind to tell us that he had been there. He dragged her out of the back door without anyone seeing them."
"The bastard got away, again! Why I'm not surprised."
"Don't worry Flack, we will get him." said Kendall quietly.
"I know. But hey, we're not here to increase my depression, we're here to torment Danny."
"Goddamn, Flack is on the Jazz, man, he is on the jazz." Sid cracked.
"Too much A-Team, Hammerback?" Hawkes lifted his eyebrow.
"Like you didn't watch it, every time it was on the air, even the reruns. If I remember correctly, it was you, who several months ago, watched the A-team reruns in the morgue and quoted Murdock."
"I don't know; I have intermittent memory loss." Hawkes made quite good imitation of Murdock. People, who heard the laughter that followed the imitation in the break room, thought that Mac Taylor's team had finally gone crazy.
Mac wiped tears, "Now that we have proved that Sheldon is as mad as Murdock, we have a present for you, Danny."
"A present for me! Oh guys, you didn't have too." Nevertheless, his eyes shined like the ones of a kid on Christmas morning.
"Danny, you're as just as bad at telling lies as you are at playing hockey." Flack chuckled.
"What? I'm a good player!" No one had seen so eyes so big as the ones on Danny after that sentence.
"Yeah right, you fell seven times on your ass on the ice and the puck wound up in your own goal."
"Hey, I got distracted!"
"Yes, by the ice rink owners nine inch heels and min skirt wearing wife"
"Like you weren't?"
"No, she is my cousin!"
"You're sneaky bastard, Don!"
"You just now discovered that?" said Lindsay.
"I knew I just didn't know he was so bad."
"Oh, like past six or so years being pranked by him didn't give you a clue?" Mary shot from her seat.
"Brebrick…" Danny's words were cut off buy Stella. "Kids!" he made face at Mary and took the box that Mac was holding.
"We all chipped in" said Kendall pouring herself coffee.
Danny looked all of them suspiciously; he lifted the box cover carefully. He couldn't have guessed the contents in a million years. Inside was Hugo Boss black leather jacket. With patches on it's shoulders: CSI: NY written on the right one and Messer on the left.
"You didn't" Danny looked at them with surprise and astonishment.
"Yes, we did Messer." Mary smirked.
"You too, Brebrick?"
"Of course, but when they came asking, I thought I was giving the money for your early retirement fond, not your birthday present."
"I didn't know you cared."
Mary made a face at him.
"How did you all know that I wanted this Jacket?"
"Oh, maybe because you hinted subtly, that you wanted it to every one of us. I think it was something like this: hey Adam, Hugo Boss has a leather jacket I want." Adam raised his eyebrow.
"Oh, right." Danny even seemed little embarrassed.
"Danny, five people sent you more presents," Flack half-smirked, "Uncle Ralf sends his best wishes," he put a delivery bag from Lachesis on the table, "My mom sends her regards," he placed a German chocolate cake on the table, "And my pop, Patrick and Colin wished that you wouldn't become stranger in your old age." Two bottles of wine were added to the food and cake and the team cracked up again.
"Give your mother my thanks, tell uncle Ralf that I'll visit him soon and eat him out of business and to those three wisecrackers – tell them that payback is a bitch."
"Let's see what Flack's good old uncle Ralf sends for us." Sid rubbed his hands together and empting the bag of food.
In the middle of their eating Danny's phones started ringing, "Danny Messer… How far away…good…I'll be waiting."
He closed his cell, "People, my car will be here in twenty minutes. I want you all to be there when I receive it."
"Danny, it's a Mercedes, there is nothing special about it." Flack put his fork on the plate.
"Flack, believe me, it's special." Danny frowned at Flack. Don only chuckled and followed his friend like the team.
After standing on the sidewalk for five minutes Stella asked, "Well, where is you special car, Danny?"
"It will be here soon, patience is a virtue my dear."
"Right now, it isn't! I'm freezing my ass off." Sid crumbled.
"You should have put your coat on, Sid." At that moment they heard an ice-cream trucks song.
"Who would be so stupid and sell ice-cream in the middle of a November?" Kendall asked.
They soon found out, the truck turned around the corner and stopped right in front of police station, on the side of the truck was written: Danny Mersser, New York crime scene investigator.
"Mersser, I didn't know you were part-time ice-cream seller." Mary couldn't hold her tongue, everyone around who had gathered started snickering after seeing the truck.
Only thing what Danny could do was stare and then yell! "Flack!"
Who came smilingly beside him, "Happy Birthday, Danny-boy. Did I forget to mention that Frederick Moor was my classmate and he owed me one? When you took me to see the Mercedes, I saw he was selling his fathers old ice-cream truck as well." Flack turned his amused pale blue eyes towards Danny. "Next time when you sign a contract read the small print where it clearly stood that you'd get your Mercedes after riding with this ice-cream truck for a week." When delivery guy handed Danny the keys, every cop was laughing his head off. Flack was pleased he had finally had his revenge.
Lindsay stepped next to Adam, "My money, please."
"It's in the lab." Adam grinned.
Don heard the exchange, "Lindsay, you took part in the pool?"
"Yes and won. I was the only one who bet two and half months. By the way, Adam, how much I won?"
"600 bucks."
"You're kidding?" Don's mouth fell open.
"No, I got 30 people in it."
Lindsay laughed aloud, "Come along detective, I'll buy you a dinner tonight.
"Can't wait, Angel, can't wait."
Team left shocked Danny with his misery and Ice-cream truck.
A/N: So this will be the ones who enjoy my writing. I have a game for you if you want participate read on. The game is this; I let you guess who the murderer is and what his motive is. The prize for the one who guesses correctly will be that I write a one-parter FM on his/hers wishes. If you guess only one and there are many winners I think out another question. The game last until I post 21 chapter. Good luck!
